Adultery A Dutiful Daughter-In-Law

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Chapter 1 - Introductions


Guilt is like a slow-poison that has detrimental effects on your life and relationships. I had been living with guilt for almost a decade; half of my married life. It was a never-ending gnawing feeling that reprimanded, ridiculed, and threatened me all these years. Several times I mustered the courage to speak about my infidelity with my husband but something or the other prevented me from following through. I loved him very much and didn't want to hurt him. While I had cheated on him on a frequent basis, it wasn't all my fault. Strange as it may sound but perhaps this is how he wanted it to happen - almost in the open but still leaving a little subtlety.

I perhaps began this story after delivering our elder son. However, several edits have been made in the past decade due to which the timeline may seem confusing at first. It shouldn't hinder your understanding of my adventurous life though. The dates in Journal have been kept generic to keep things simple and have been observed to keep chronology intact.

My name is Kamini. I am a happily married wife with 6 children living with my husband for the past 14 years. We are Jain's settled in Rajasthan among the baniya community. Both my husband and myself have grown up and lived all our lives in Rajasthan. We are not affluent but reasonably wealthy. My husband, Ashok is a successful businessman and I worked as a school teacher to keep myself occupied intermittently but of late the responsibility of raising a large family has made it difficult for me to work. We have 4 girls and 2 boys. The eldest girl is 12-year-old; after her our elder boy is 10 years old. The younger girls are 9, 7, and 2 respectively while the youngest boy is 1 year old. Ours is a nuclear family now but it started as a rather traditional family living with my husband's parents. Unfortunately, Ashok's mother passed away quite early during our married life. My father-in-law passed away during our 15th anniversary due to a severe heart attack. Ashok has a younger sister, Sejal, who is married to a businessman Jai Singh. They live quite nearby and are practically part of our family. They have two daughters, who are 13 and 10 years old respectively.

Ashok is a great husband and father. It is amazing the amount of love and attention he showers on our children - despite knowing that they are not his. Over the years my degree of confidence in reading Ashok has increased significantly and at this juncture I am quite certain that he is aware of this truth. You may think perhaps he is impotent or has a low sperm count but that definitely is not the case. For long I even suspected that our elder boy was his son - and perhaps he is but looking at it doesn't seem so anymore. We have never openly spoken about this truth but in private we have spoken to each other several hundred times - not by looking into each other's eyes but jotting our thoughts in journals. Only recently I have started keeping my own journal but I have read all of Ashok's journals from the day we were engaged. Our sex life is phenomenal for a couple married for 14 years and people are still amazed that we have 6 children and that I am pregnant with the 7th one that has just started showing. Similar aged couples have sex 1-2 times as week but we did 2-4 times a week and this frequency is low only because of our large family and the time that we have to invest in managing the affairs at home. Why then you may wonder that the kids were not fathered by Ashok? If you had asked me this question even perhaps 5 years back, it would have been difficult for me to answer but now I can. I perhaps understood it a decade ago but as one may have realized it takes a while before you start fully accepting it.

It is just because kids are fathered by alpha male of the family and no one else. That's the rule in the animal kingdom and it is no different in our family. Jai Singh was the alpha male of our families - Sejal's and mine. This perhaps was clear right from the outset in our relationship but perhaps I chose to ignore all the tell-tale signs. At every juncture Ashok ushered me towards Jai Singh - almost subconsciously. He even resisted the urge to copulate with me when Jai Singh was around and involuntarily paved the path for Jai Singh. This happened with such consistency and frequency that I had very little doubt in my mind about his desire to raise Jai Singh's children. Even my currently pregnant state was due to Ashok's desire to have yet another child - of course fathered by Jai Singh. Sejal is not necessarily happy with this arrangement but she shouldn't complain as she was the one who instigated this dastardly affair between Jai Singh and myself. There is an unwritten protocol between the four of us that we deserved private time for ourselves on a frequent basis. At least once a week Jai SIngh and I indulged each other for couple of hours. We definitely utilized other opportunities to be together whenever we all were together - even if that mean heading to Jai Singh and Sejal's bed in the middle of the night. Maybe I am jumping ahead a little. Let me start at the beginning to explain how all this came about; none of us ever intended it to be this way.

Instead of simply narrating the story myself; let me elaborate it from my husband's perspective by carefully sifting through his journals. Even though I wasn't aware of his complicity until after I delivered our second child, it still is the best place to start.

--- Journal Entry ----

January 1988

I can't believe my fate. I finally married to the prettiest girl I met in my life. She is absolutely gorgeous. Tall, quite tall, perhaps a little taller than me, extremely fair and with a voluptuous body. She is not only gorgeous but also sincere, humble, and loving person. It just seems that I met my soulmate.

There was such an innocence in her reaction to my touch. The first time I held her in my arms and planted my lips on hers, she blushed red. Her heart was thumping wildly as she allowed my uneducated attempts at kissing her. The delectable expression when I first mounted her was so exquisite. So, pure and yet filled with lust. The next morning, she could not even look into my eyes directly yet when I took her in my arms and kissed her, she practically melted in my arms.

--- Journal Entry ----

There were similar such entries in that year's journal that described the first year of our marriage. Ashok's descriptions were so pure and kind that even I was enamored by reading his feelings and thoughts about me. Maybe it is appropriate to describe myself for the benefit of the reader.

Coming from a traditional Jain family, I was gifted with fair - rather pale complexion - and beautiful features. Looks were traditionally a very strong trait of our community and I was no different. I was 5' 8", perhaps a little taller for an Indian woman of our times. Most importantly though I was well built for a woman of my age. It was my ample bust that attracted most attention during my college days. My shapely butt, though wasn't far behind. I had my share of Romeo's who confessed their love to me umpteen times. It was not in my upbringing to entertain such proposals from young boys whose fleeting minds hardly rested on any fixed things.

Ashok himself is very good looking. He boasted of a nice mustache that accentuated his facial features very well. He possessed rather frail physique and stood about 5' 6" or so; he definitely looked shorter than me and most of my friends back then even joked about our mismatched duo. There was no reason for me to like him. He was my close friend Sejal's elder brother.

I met Sejal while pursuing my graduate studies. She was few months younger to me but was 2 years junior to me in the college. It was common practice to fudge the birth years to get your kids into school earlier. I was more of a book worm those days and most considered me rather geeky. Or perhaps it was my quiet nature due to which I had very few friends.

Sejal and I became friends in the second semester. After she learned that I was the brightest student in the college, she got in touch with me seeking help with her studies. She was a cute, young, bubbly girl; full of life and energy. She was quite charming; often witty at times but most importantly she accepted me as her friend in a heartbeat. While I was not a loner, I felt that she really understood me. Our friendship grew day by day and by the time I finished my graduation we were best friends.

Sejal jokingly remarked the day I bid goodbye to her, after finishing my studies, "Do you think you could get rid of me that easily?"

We both laughed and promised to see each other in future. My plan was to pursue postgraduate studies and without letting my parents know, I had enrolled myself in one of the colleges. My parents were not happy as they wanted me to get married soon but they relented and let me continue my studies. My happiness, however, was short lived. About a month or so after the college started, they dropped a bombshell that there was a very nice proposition for me and the groom's family was soon visiting us. This is a rather strange, antiquated ordeal that is still followed in India. It is quite awkward and sometimes stressful.

On the fateful day, I was in irate mood. My parents tried to avoid me as much as they could but helped me get ready for the occasion. I wished I could speak to Sejal and vent my frustration. To my utter surprise, she visited us the very same day; just half-hour before the prospective groom was to arrive. My eyes shone and my lips practically grinned as I saw her.

"You won't believe," I complained, "my parents are trying to get rid of me already."

"I know," she replied.

"You do? How?" I asked stunned. Sejal's eyes twinkled and there was a wide smile on her face. I didn't understand but after a brief moment I guessed that perhaps it was Sejal who instigated this.

"Did you do all this?" I asked, practically frowning at her. She laughed uncontrollably. All my nervousness was gone. I felt she was only playing with me but then how could she get my parents to play along. Perhaps she knows the groom and was someone dear to her. Carefully recollecting the details of her family, I remembered that she had an elder brother, who was perhaps 5 years elder to her.

"Wait," I jumped, "are you trying to get me married to your brother?"

"Oh my god," she blurted, "you guessed it!"

We rolled uncontrollably laughing on the sofa. Our parents joined in and learned about the little plan my friend Sejal had orchestrated for me. My initial apprehensions were gone and it was replaced with anticipation. I really wanted to like Sejal's brother as that would mean that our friendship would transform into relationship.

Ashok, Sejal's brother, was very cute and soft spoken. He liked me instantly and while I had some reservations about him, Sejal made me agree to the proposal. Ashok was nice, well mannered, and gentle person. After a few meetings with him, I realized that my apprehensions were completely unwarranted.

Ashok and I were married within the next 3 months and soon my aspirations for post graduate studies were replaced with those of being an ideal wife. It was the year 1988. Our first year of marriage was quite fulfilling. Ashok was a gentleman; took great care of me and always kept my wishes in perspective during his decision making. My in-laws were reasonable and didn't interfere in our marital affairs for the most part.

We lived in a three-story townhouse style building. Our house was in a heavily populated area but we had considerable piece of adjoining land to the building that we eventually converted into a shop. All that remained was a three-story structure with a little bit of land behind that was mostly used as storage. The building itself was in a rectangular shape with length considerably longer than the width. Each floor had three rooms from front to back. The staircase lead to the first room while the access to the third room was through the second room. The bathroom was behind the third room. At the top-floor, the front-room was used as a TV room or family room and sometimes for entertaining guests. The behind-room was our in-law's bedroom with an attached bathroom at the back. The top-floor was newly constructed and hence had an adjoining terrace at the back, right next to the bathroom.

The second-story had a similar construction but the bathroom at the end was semi-open. Essentially, half of the roof was present and half was absent, allowing one to look-down into the downstairs bathroom. Most Indian bathrooms were designed in this manner. The downstairs bathroom had ample light and at one point was used for washing of clothes, utensils etc. but after the construction of the third story became completely concealed except for the open connection between the two floors. The interior room on the second floor was the kitchen right next to it were two bedrooms.

The ground-floor layout was similar but it was largely used for business purposes. We didn't live downstairs in the first couple of years of our marriage. We lived on the bedroom next to the kitchen on the second-story. My friend, Sejal, Ashok's sister lived in the front bedroom on the second story, right next to our room.

The first year of our marriage was a bliss. Due to the relative privacy we had, our nocturnal activities happened every night with alarming frequency. It was practically every night and during weekends even during afternoons. Our sex life was rather mundane and only involved French kissing, fondling each other genitals and intercourse. We had experimented with three basic sexual positions - the missionary, doggy, and the cowgirl. Neither of us tried to perform oral sex on each other. It happened in the second year during my pregnancy.

Sejal, my friend, was now my 'Nanad'. She was extremely fond of me and I was drawn closer to her as well in that year. Sejal was free spirited and soon started talking with me on intimate matters as well. With my background, there was almost no way I would have encouraged her to talk about such intimate topics. It took me a good six months before Ashok and I were comfortable with each other bodies and be naked in front of each other. On most occasions, we would have sex in the dark, except during the afternoons, even then we would draw out the curtains to make it dark.

Gradually Sejal learned about my rather mundane sex life and frowning at it would reject it saying that it wasn't even worthy of being called sex. If the girl can't even take her husband's penis in her mouth what is the point, she would say. There were several such dirty acts that I learned from her first hand. How men loved women who would give blow jobs and swallow their semen or let them splatter her face with semen. How they were besotted with a girl's breasts and would on their very first chance ravage a woman's butthole. I was alarmed and surprised at how much she knew. None of this was something that I heard for the first time but I really didn't believe many indulged in such activities.

Later that year I eventually learned that Sejal had been sexually active for the past 3-4 years with a man who was 10 years elder to her. He was Rajput and came from well-connected and affluent family. She planned to get married to him after her graduation. I had the urge to talk to Ashok about it but thought it would be unwise and would ruin the trust I had earned with Sejal.

One fine day, just couple of weeks before our first anniversary, she broke the shocking news of being pregnant. On top of it she told me that Jai Singh, her boyfriend was refusing to marry her and asked her to get rid of the child.

This happened in 1989.

--- Journal Entry ----

January 1989

Sejal's wayward ways eventually caught up with her. I knew that she was no virgin but now by getting pregnant she had put our entire family to shame. There was so much of difference between Sejal and Kamini. One is a woman full of lust and another an epitome of innocence and purity.

It wasn't right of Sejal to drag Kamini into this but she did. There wasn't any other way of saving herself, perhaps. Jai Singh is not necessarily the best person for Sejal but she did not leave us with any choice. By taking advantage of the situation and abusing the trust of Sejal he has practically banged my dear wife Kamini. There is rage inside of me but I just can't do anything about it. Jai Singh is a powerful man and fighting him is an act of naivety. I couldn't fathom how Kamini could even withstand such an act of violation.

Jai Singh misbehaved with Kamini not just that night but on every opportunity, he had the whole month. Kamini tolerated all his nonsense thinking that it would all end the day Sejal gets married. The truth is that there is no end to it. Jai Singh won't let go of such a splendid privilege that he masterfully earned.

Kamini's sacrifice had finally proved that she indeed was a dutiful daughter-in-law. She had aced the test but I am not sure if I could even pass the test.

May 1989

My dear wife Kamini is pregnant with our first child. Any husband should be thrilled to hear such a news but I doubt if it is mine. It just seems that Jai Singh scored with not only Sejal but also with Kamini. This is no fault of Kamini but it is bitter pill for me to swallow. If Kamini can withstand the lecher's lewd acts then I should be able to muster courage to fight my envy and jealousy.

June 1989

Sejal came over to our place to deliver her first born. The due date is sometime in September. Kamini's due date is sometime in November. When the Dr. told me about it, the first thing I did was to calculate it back to see if the conception date was around our first anniversary. Unfortunately, the math agreed with my initial belief.

Jai Singh visited a few times and as usual misbehaved with Kamini. It just seemed that Kamini would have to entertain him on a more frequent basis.

October 1989

The past few months have been extremely difficult for me. Every day as Kamini's belly swells I can visualize Jai Singh's seed growing in her. Jai Singh has misbehaved numerous times with her in our house. It does not even seem she likes it; if at all I feel she has been suppressing her rage. Yet I sense an inferiority feeling brewing inside of me. The 6' 2" Jai Singh, even though not good looking, was a much better fit for Kamini. I was 2" shorter than her but always claimed to be as tall as her. Kamini's overextended large belly - much larger than expected - all pointed to Jai Singh as the real father.

During the Diwali festival, Jai Singh stayed over at our place for one night. Kamini is in her eighth month of her pregnancy but with great difficulty she handled all the chores at home for Sejal and her husband Jai SIngh. Jai Singh once again took advantage of the situation. The first night was a blur as I was completely intoxicated but the second night I noticed Kamini was missing for several hours in the night. It was common for her to check on my mother but this time I became suspicious and tiptoed to Sejal's room from where I heard loud grunting and moaning sounds of Kamini.

I couldn't believe that beast was fucking my eight-month pregnant wife. Even though his own wife Sejal was quite capable of handling him. Her sounds were unmistakable and quite load for my comfort. Fortunately, my parents stayed on the floor above and were fast asleep.

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The sounds that I heard were alien to me. I wondered if it was Sejal at that time but in the morning, it was clear that it was indeed Kamini. Kamini returned to our bed in the early morning at 5:00. She practically spent 4+ hours with him that night. The next morning Kamini woke up rather late on the pretext that she was unwell.


That night left a lasting impression on my mind. There was something surreal about how Kamini reacted that whole night. I tiptoed to the door a few times and every time I heard those moans and sounds that gave unmistaken proof of how much she enjoyed sex with Jai Singh.

November 1989

Finally, after a long wait I finally held my daughter in my hands. She was as fair as a Caucasian and seemed to have all the features of her mother. However, when the Dr. commented on how unusually tall the baby girl was I knew that it was Jai Singh who had scored in the first round.

December 1989

My fate had been sealed by my errant sister earlier this year. My brother-in-law is essentially a cheap thug has taken over my whole family for slaves. Sejal is married into an affluent household but in the process, she has enslaved all of us. My parents are worried about his constant visits to our house on some pretext or another. While they have not suspected anything yet but it was clear that they are worried about his influence on Kamini. On the other hand, Kamini has pushed our sex life into a high gear; the sexual freedom she experienced with Jai Singh had finally seeped into our bedroom. She was adventurous in the second year of our marriage and has now made it a point to initiate sex most of the time. During the first year we had sex perhaps 4-5 times a week but after our anniversary, our frequency must have been at least 7 times a week except for the last month of our frequency when the risk increased significantly. Our routine resumed couple of weeks after our daughter's birth. I had always felt inadequate with her in every regard - my physical strength, height, courage in comparison to her but what made it difficult was my inability to feel her anymore. Ever since she started entertaining Jai Singh - about 2 to 3 times a week - I had already noticed significant dilation in her vagina but now it is becoming increasingly difficult.

Until now, I had resisted writing about my latent desire to see my beautiful wife with another man. Even though I had often refused to accept it, I have learned that I derive pleasure from the affair my wife is having with Jai Singh. A lot of what she is going through is perhaps just our fate but I have realized that she doesn't dislike it. During the whole year subconsciously I gave several opportunities for Jai Singh to spend some private time with Kamini. Sejal perhaps did the same. Initially, it seemed that he was only kissing and fondling her but as he even made her perform oral sex on him, especially when they had very less risk of getting caught. Every time Jai Singh stayed at our place it seems Kamini entertained him by spending few hours with him in the bed. It wasn't until Diwali night that I learned that this was happening.

I have no complaints. Kamini has never ignored me either sexually or otherwise and neither has she ignored her household duties.

--- Journal Entry ----

There were lot of entries in that year. It was clear that Ashok was stressed with whatever transpired between the three of us. It felt a lot better to learn that even though he knew about my infidelity he was able to rationalize it. The fundamental question that I was not able to answer was how he learned about what all had transpired. It seemed perhaps Sejal divulged her conundrum after my encounter with him. I still couldn't understand why Ashok never stopped me; perhaps he was as helpless as I was.

The first time Sejal mentioned to me that she was pregnant and Jai Singh refused to marry her, I suggested that she go for an abortion and forget about him. Sejal was madly in love with him; perhaps even slavishly obedient to him. At his behest, she forced me to meet with him to convince him. We met him in a shady hotel that offered lot of privacy to unmarried lovers.

"Namaste Bhabhi," he greeted me and quickly extended his hand as a polite gesture. He was much older than both of us and I was surprised that Sejal got caught in his trap. He practically towered over both of us, standing 6' 3" with a barrel chest, strong arms and overall a strong build. He was putting on a little bit of weight in his midsection but due to his height it didn't show much yet.

I wasn't used to shaking hands but confidently extended my hand. It was an act of aggression; I didn't want him to think that I was in anyway intimidated by him. He shook my hand and then in an indecent manner he placed his other hand on top of my hand and gently caressed my skin.

"Namaste Bhaiya," I said smiling, trying to hide my discomfort with him. Sejal quickly invited me to sit with him instead of taking the seat herself. I felt awkward but sat next to him. His lecherous glances were piercing me.

"Why are you not marrying her?" I immediately asked without wasting much time.

"Bhabhi I want to but you know it takes time to convince my family - she is not from my caste," he quickly replied.

"You have been having an affair with her for the past 4 years - you didn't think about it then?"

"My god you have been sleeping with a minor, didn't it shame you then?"

There was a smirk on his face and he looked at Sejal with disbelief. Sejal was nonverbally indicating that I tone it down.

"Is she like this always or only in bed?" he remarked to her rudely.

"What?" I blurted in disbelief. Sejal was in love with such a despicable man who could not even respect her Bhabhi. Would he even care for her?

"Look Bhabhi," he said calmly laying his hand on mine that was on the seat next to him. He turned towards and me said, "It started as an experiment; there was no intention on my part to marry her at that time."

"Honestly," he said smiling.

"But I have done very good justice to what she has offered me; if you have any doubt you can ask her, she can vouch for it."

"Stop it Jai," she yelled at him.

"Keep your mouth shut bitch," he hollered back.

"Now Bhabhi," he said looking back at me again. His hand gently massaged mine; for a moment I just froze, not realizing how to react to his audacity. I felt his rough palm skin on the back of my hand. Even though the man seemed like a spoiled brat but it seemed that he had worked in the army.

"Since you are requesting I can give more thought to it. It could be possible if what shall I say - you were kind to me," he said uttering those words ever so carefully. His large hands seemed to coerce mine. As my hands naturally rested on the seat, I sensed him penetrate the natural hole formed by joining the thumb and the index finger with his middle finger. His hands were twice the size of mine so that one middle finger felt like two, trying to stretch that small hole.

I was a lady with pure thoughts but even in matters of lust I had my weaknesses. Until then the thought of sex with other man hadn't even crossed my mind. Sure, the thought of penis sizes did cross my mind and whether it was an intuition or an unfulfilled desire, I felt that my husband Ashok was rather ordinary or perhaps even under equipped when it came to that.

"Bhabhi are you listening?" he asked waking me up from my trance.

"What is that you are proposing?" I asked looking at him directly and rather sternly.

"Let me talk to my parents," he started.

"It won't be easy but with your help and support, I think I can convince them," he said. His hand finally moved from his palm to my thigh. It was too much for me to take and it and perhaps my momentary weakness had emboldened him. I stood up instantly and said to Sejal that we had to leave.

"Oh, Bhabhi what did I do wrong. Please," he urged as if was mocking both of us.

"You keep away from her," I warned her. He tried to stop me by holding my hand again and this time I whisked it away and gave him a tight slap on his face. The noise had startled everyone in the place but without giving any chance to him or Sejal, I dragged Sejal out of that place.

Sejal was extremely upset that I insulted Jai Singh by slapping him. Out of decency, I wasn't able to tell her that in a very lewd manner he was asking me to sleep with him in return. We ignored talking to each other. It was my nature to shut myself when I was upset. However, the following day we had a rather long conversation.

"Bhabhi I know you think you did the right thing by slapping him," she started, "but honestly men don't like such propriety, especially not men like Jai Singh."

As usual I was quiet and didn't try encouraging her in a conversation.

"Look at yourself damn it," she said, dragging me to the mirror, "you are one hot bombshell!"

"Jai was enamored by your beauty and tried to play with you a little - what's wrong with that?"

"Wouldn't a young devar be smitten by beauty of such a beautiful Bhabhi?"

"Not even in sexual fantasies of a teenager?"

"Sejal Jai Singh is a 30-year old man," I retorted. He was 31 at that time; about 11 years elder to both of us.

"He should behave appropriately - just like your brother," I said, "even if he harbors such immoral thoughts he should keep them to himself."

"Kamini wake up - for a moment she forgot that I was her Bhabhi - real men are anything but like Ashok," she said.

"What do you mean?"

"Bhabhi all I mean is that Ashok is not the ideal man - he is just your law-abiding, middle class, plain ordinary man. He has no courage to stand-up to what is not just."

"What?"

"Real men just take what they think belongs to them and do what they feel is just - now I do agree that Jai is rather impulsive; definitely so for his age but I think he couldn't just control his temptation and the fault lies with you."

"Sejal are you okay?"

"A man tried to abuse me and you are taking his side?"

"You want to marry a man who will never be yours - what kind of love is that?"

"Bhabhi you won't understand - you could have chosen any man but you instead opted for the most ordinary man."

"He is your brother and my husband. I won't tolerate you insulting him," I shot at her.

"Bhabhi forget about him and just think about yourself," she said leading me to the bed.

"Do you even know what a real man can make you feel?"

"He can show heaven to you; he can make you understand why god bestowed you with such beauty - it is to pleasure and unite with such men."

"You are so depraved Sejal - is this the Sejal I met," I asked in horror.

"Very much the same Sejal," she casually replied, and added, "although you don't know him very well, I know him and the way he behaved with you it was different. It was as if you belonged to a special class."

"He always treated me as his slut but I think you are special."

"Sejal you are sucked into this vortex and now you are making sure that I am sucked into it as well," I helplessly added.

"Trust me Bhabhi, I have been with this man for the last 4 years and every time I meet him it is as if I want him to mount me."

"That's how sex is Sejal," I countered her in the most assured fashion.

"What do you know Bhabhi?" she quickly retorted in her impudent manner.

"All you have done is slept with one man," she added with indignance.

"Sejal," I shouted at her.

"You are not implying that..." my words trailed.

"Yes, Bhabhi I am saying exactly what you think and let me tell you frankly," she continued.

"I have dated the kind of men that my family would approve of; you know someone like your husband."

"Unfortunately, all of them are nothing but wimps - they don't have the balls to stand up to anything they believe in - in the name of civility they hide their cowardice."

"And don't even get me started on how miserable they are in bed."

"Sejal - what has gotten into you?" I blurted in frustration.

"You have become a rebel - hating your own identity - none of what you are saying makes any sense to you - did he brainwash you?"

"No Bhabhi this is my own realization," she replied with a little bit more composure, "in a highly civilized world there is definitely a place for the likes of Ashok but in the real world where we live - the uncivilized world - brawn matters far more than the brain."

"Brain wise he is not far behind either - at least from a practical standpoint."

"What do you want me to do?" I asked, trying to get her to the point.

"Bhabhi I want you to help me in getting married to Jai and although you dislike him, I think he is the right fit for me."

"Have you thought it through?"

"He is a womanizer first, then a spoiled, rich brat, perhaps has many other vices that you may be not be aware of."

"Bhabhi you have got it all wrong," she started.

"Firstly, he is affluent and even if he wasn't he has the business acumen to prosper. Secondly, he comes from a family rich in heritage and powerful political affiliations. Thirdly, while he is a womanizer and a brat, those are perhaps his only vices. He does consume liquor but in sensible quantities; he doesn't smoke."

"His only shortcoming, if I may call that, is his strong desire to mate with women; he is not the traditional womanizer that you know of. I mean he does dabble occasionally but he is not into prostitutes. So far he has only dealt with young girls like me and a few married women."

"Look at you Sejal, you are rationalizing his bad behavior."

"Bhabhi trust me, I know what I am talking about," she said and continued, "he comes from high-caste, traditionally these traits are perfectly acceptable."

"It's only middle-class people like us who wonder about morality of our actions."

"And while you may imagine him trying to seduce all the women he meets; he doesn't and he rarely misbehaves with them. It is only when a girl or a woman that sparks his interest then he pursues them."

"In my experience of past 4 years with him, he targeted only 3 married women and 2 unmarried girls."

"We talk about it openly - he was not able to score with anyone, unfortunately. One of the reasons he likes me and wants to get married to me is because I understand him and don't interfere with his affairs."

"Ok - you made your point," I interjected, "what do you need from me?"

"Bhabhi you are my ace card, without your help there is no life for me," she said, practically pleading.

"What do you mean?"

"Really - I would have no choice but to commit suicide."

"What rubbish - don't ever talk about such thing," I reprimanded her.

"Jai has agreed to marry me if he gets you in dowry," she said, trying to control her tears.

"What?" I said stunned with his despicable demand.

"Stop crying first," I tried to console her.

"Ever since he laid his eyes on you he is besotted by you," she said sobbing.

"You have no qualms about this?" I asked.

"That he longs for me more than you?"

"No," she responded rather casually.

"You are absolutely gorgeous and there is no reason for me to envy or be jealous of you."

It was a rather innocent admission of how much she trusted and loved me. For a woman to not be affected by such jealousy could only be termed as miracle. Yet there was a deep-seated trust in me and my character. That had melted some of my initial resistance to the idea itself.

"He thinks you look like Reena Roy," she added. This was a huge compliment. A lot of my friends felt the same way at one point or another. She was a pretty actress of yester year and if I were to choose a more contemporary example it would have to be Sonakshi Sinha. I am definitely a slimmer version of Sonakshi but perhaps resembled the younger Reena Roy more closely during those days.

We didn't discuss much further that day. It shook me to the core and I didn't understand how I could help Sejal with her quandary. What seemed like an act of deceit, an abjectly immoral act just seemed like yet another bodily need for her. Sejal tried to convince me again and again over the next several days.

Sejal had intimate knowledge about our sexual life. She knew how many times we made out in a night; on an average, how long our sessions lasted. She even knew if we chose the comfort of darkness or preferred to do it with lights on. She never eavesdropped on us in terms of secretly watching us - it wasn't quite possible - but she had reasonable guesses for almost everything. She could practically write an encyclopedia on our sex life. The most important discovery of hers after carefully investigating my married and sexual life was that I made a very good choice when it came to selecting a husband but a poor choice when it came to lover. Marriage and sex were too distinct needs from her perspective. Marriage was an emotional need or longing for a lifelong partner who understood you and supported you at times of need. Sex was a physical need and a very important one for a woman given that she had the responsibility to give birth and nurse the young. A very substantial investment that was quite disproportionately higher compared to the investment a man made in it.

Sejal argued that when it came to sex Jai Singh was more appropriate match for me. She was willing to bet everything on it if I disagreed with her. She had done the necessary homework to counter every argument of mine. However, the most thumping argument - perhaps a smack on my face - was the comparison of Ashok's and Jai Singh's penis sizes. Sejal to my utter dismay showed me her stash of used condoms that she preserved - perhaps in preparation of this day - to make her point. She had fished out most of Ashok's from the dustbin and of course, she had access to Jai's. To say that there even was any comparison would be actually insulting one's intelligence. Jai's condom was easily twice the size of Ashok's; no matter what you looked at - the length, the girth, the mass, on every dimension he beat him hands down. If one sample could be refuted, she presented half-a-dozen to illustrate her point. His thickness seemed to be the size of my wrist and compared to that Ashok's thickness was perhaps the size of my three - or even two - fingers put together.

All women, whether they agree or disagree, have a universal reaction to such a prospect. It always gets their pussy flowing with lubricating juices in anticipation. This reaction, although far stronger, is similar to the lubrication in anticipation of her very first intercourse. If there was any doubt in mind my body had sufficiently cleared it. My panties were soaking wet; it was as if I was passing urine.

To make matters even worse, Sejal presented fresh evidence that she collected from that afternoon's episode. The specimens were about 2 hours old. Jai's semen filled the condom up to practically the level at which his penis's knob would extend. Ashok's barely even overflowed the tip of the condom.

Those indelible images stayed with me throughout my life. Such a stark difference between genital organs was unimaginable; true I believed they came in different sizes but the difference wasn't that huge in my mind.

Sejal had thought through this carefully. She reasoned that I would be doing it to save her life and family's honor so no one could blame me of adulterous behavior even if it came out in the open, which she never thought would happen.

There was a lot she left out but she told me in no uncertain terms that once Jai had mated with me, he would not let go of me. I would forever be his slut. What was even more profound that I wouldn't have anything lesser than that myself after tasting sex with him.

My mind was in siege after Sejal planted the seed. All of Ashok's inadequacies were in plain sight. He was ill-equipped, perhaps 4 or 4 ½ inches when fully erect, he hardly lasted longer than 3-4 minutes of actual intercourse. The frequency of sex we were having seemed a lot but abysmally low based on Sejal's descriptions.

[Darksam]

There was tussle between the morally upright wife and debauched, selfish woman, albeit in the name of saving family honor. Finally, after a lot of debate and coaxing I decided to meet him. My plan was to still convince him to get married to Sejal without agreeing to his proposition, although I knew it very well that it wasn't a plausible option. Sejal arranged for the day to meet and this time she chose a more private setting; a hotel room to avoid publicity.


to be contd...

[Darksam]

Chapter 2 - A private meeting


All the work that Sejal had put in was working. It didn't occur to me that the day she chose for meeting was actually our 1st anniversary. Only the previous night did it register but by then it was late for me to retract.

That night my pussy was on fire and I found myself urging Ashok in a subtle manner. It was unusual for me to do this. He responded and as Ashok made love to me, I imagined Jai Singh trying to impregnate me. I was in the middle of my fertile period; Sejal's irrefutable evidence - Jai Singh's condom filled with semen - was looming in front of my eyes as Ashok continued to plough me. His 4 ½ inch penis was giving me so much pleasure that I didn't feel a need for more but then as my mind wandered, the images of Jai Singh pinning me down with his heavy weight as his cock stretched my vagina made me convulse in pleasure. Ashok was getting excited with the response he was getting from me. Apparently, until then I had been inhibited in my response during our love making. My desire to have sex had been on fire ever since Sejal had broached up the subject of Jai Singh. Each time Ashok made love to me, I had been only fantasizing about him; even though I felt he was crude and had a natural revulsion to him. Ashok murmured, "You are so hot, what is it?"

I just kissed him and ignored his comment. Ashok worked valiantly, pleasuring me as if he was trying to dissuade me from falling for Jai Singh. My mind vacillated between shunning Jai Singh completely or succumbing to him with complete abandon, never in between.

"Should we plan for a baby?" he asked in the middle of his stroking. It was enough to push my inhibitions completely aside and I contracted my pelvic muscles and pulled his penis inside my vagina aggressively; my legs lifted involuntarily allowing for even deeper penetration. This turned out to be too much for him and within a minute after that he ejaculated.

In the morning, once again I coaxed him to have sex with me. This change in me had suddenly sparked his desire and we once again had a rather long session. Just as he was about to leave for work, he remarked, "You never answered my question?"

"Why one?"

"About having a baby?"

I blushed in response and quickly retorted, "Such things are not planned, they just happen!"

"You are too busy with your work, friends, and cricket matches," I added.

This was true. While our sex life wasn't bad - I felt the frequency was lower than what was expected of newly married couples. In the first 6 months, we perhaps had sex on an average 6-7 times a week and after that the frequency had dwindled to 5-6 times a week. Initially, we did do twice in the night during the weekends but this was not that common. Even more importantly during the holidays while he chose to prefer time outside of house instead of romancing me. He immediately grabbed me and kissed me forcefully. We quickly separated ourselves as my mother-in-law called out for me.

Ashok had definitely misread my reaction in the night. It was response to the idea of Jai Singh impregnating me and not him. Just thinking about him had allowed me to shed a few inhibitions that were perhaps hampering our sex life.

Sejal helped me get ready for the occasion. She made me ditch my regular Salwar Khameez and instead handed a body clinging chiffon saree. A tight fitting blouse with a deep neck that amply revealed my cleavage went with it. She had recommended a specific set of lingerie for me but I flatly refused it saying that it would send a completely wrong signal to him; already thinking about how he would read it after having undressed me. She made me visit a dentist for regular cleaning - something that only the elite did at that time - but I wasn't sure I understood her motive at that time. A visit to the beauty parlor wrapped up the preparation ceremony. None took notice of my antiques as they felt that I was getting prepared for my anniversary celebration.

After an hour-long effort, a transformed woman stood in front of the mirror. Even I marvelled at the beauty of the lady in the mirror. True to Sejal's words, she reminded of the actress Reena Roy.

Sejal was mature for her age and perhaps even cunning. She was manipulating me to achieve her goals. Soon I learned that she was good at taking advantage of people around her; not necessarily in a mean sort of way but nevertheless ensuring that her objectives were met.

Ensuring that I was properly decked up for the rendezvous, she put me psychological in a position of having agreed on Jai Singh's indecent proposal.

"Oh god, you are looking gorgeous Bhabhi," exclaimed Sejal as we both inspected the results of her hard work.

"Jai would pounce on you in no time," she quickly added.

"Shut up," I immediately retorted, "I am only going to talk to him."

"Yes that's right. You should stick to this story," she assured, "but please don't be a prude - after all he is going to be your brother-in-law."

I immediately rebuffed her but Sejal persisted, saying, "you are acting like highbrow bitch."

"At least a bitch allows the prospective male to sniff her and gives him an opportunity to court her."

"Oh really?"

"What would she allow? I asked playfully.

Sejal immediately took me in her arms and holding me by my waist with one hand, she laid the other hand on my naked stomach and gently caressing it, gradually she moved it up until she felt my breast and then in a brazen move she gave it a good squeeze.

"Sejal," I shouted and pushed her away.

"Don't tell me that Bhaiya has never done that," she continued her banter. I blushed realizing very well that Ashok was very much enamored by my bust; just that he didn't do it as often I desired it.

"Bhabhi you are a total 'Doodh Ki Dukaan'," she added excitedly as her eyes were still focused on my breast that were now exposed as Sejal had moved the "pallu" of the saree a little bit. 'Doodh Ki Dukaan" is a phrase that meant a dairy and it was derogatorily used to refer to women who had enlarged bust line. If Sejal, could say that then definitely all the men around me were at least thinking of it, I thought. I again blushed and ignored her, adjusting my Saree.

"You know Bhabhi," she continued, "the Eskimos had a weird custom."

I was amused by her choice of the subject - something so remote from what we were dwelling on.

"They would entertain their guest by allowing them to sleep with hosts wife," she blurted.

"What rubbish?"

"Listen - it's true - just imagine if we had such a custom?"

"As a daughter-in-law of the house you would have to take on that responsibility and can you imagine how many of our relatives would remember us?"

Just thinking of it sent the shivers through my body. After getting married I had noticed how lewdly some of the elders ogled at me. The middle-aged men - in their forties - were the perpetual lechers. When I explained my frustration about it, Ashok simply sidestepped it and said that's how all men were - deep down they were just animals. Such kind of ogling should not be taken negatively, he would argue. Instead, it was a compliment to my beauty. Exposing my milky-white waist or showing them more than a hint of cleavage was the sweetest treat I could offer them without being overtly gracious. He had often dissuaded me from observing the normal etiquettes of covering ones breasts while bending down. He only advised that I shouldn't do it all the time, instead give someone eyeful a few times.

"We don't even have to go that far," she continued her monologue, "just allow them to kiss you and fondle you - suddenly we will be related to all the people of the city someway or another."

Ashok had definitely not crossed that bridge, I thought. He wouldn't mind me exposing some of my privates but this was too far. As we made way to meet Jai Singh. I realized that Sejal had tactfully chosen a hotel room to avoid the kind of publicity we got last time around.

"Listen Bhabhi," she quietly whispered as we ascended the stairs, "don't act bossy - act a little submissive."

"Let him take the lead - you appear reluctant but indulge him."

"Don't worry about anything - no one would know it, not anyone besides the three of us," she assured. My knees were buckling and my vagina lubricating; there was simply no way I could refuse him.

"Just go with the flow," she urged. We had reached the top floor and my heart was beating wildly.

"You two will have a great chemistry - I promise you," she said encouraging.

"You are incredibly beautiful and he his amazingly talented with a tool that will surely rock your world!"

It just seemed the world was conspiring against a pious, demure housewife - leaving me alone in the company of such a stallion during my fertile period. To make matters worse the occasion - my first anniversary - had significance and indulging in an adulterous behavior on such a day seemed to permanently brand me as an adulterous wife.

Sejal gently knocked the door. We silently waited for him to open the door. There was no response for a minute or so. She knocked again and then finally just before knocking the third time, Jai Singh opened the door. He had just washed his face and was toweling it as he opened the door. The sloth was sleeping as we both were sweating over the consequences of the meeting.

A cursory glance across the room, confirmed that the sloth had a late night party and was perhaps sleeping all morning. It was half past noon.

"Oh," the jerk remarked, "Swapna Sundari and Kama Sundari," referring to us. He was referring to Sejal as Swapna Sundari, meaning my dream girl and me as Kama Sundari, a beautiful lady who evokes lust. Even my name Kamini meant a desirable woman.

"Welcome - I didn't think you would show up," he said and after letting me enter the room, he grabbed Sejal as she stepped into the room and kissed her fully on her lips. It was an open-mouthed kiss and I felt ashamed watching them so blatantly kissing each other. To make me even more mad, I noticed Sejal play with his tongue and at one point even sucked on his tongue.

"If you like her so much then why don't you marry her," I interjected rather rudely. Jai Singh didn't take it kindly. Sneering at me, after breaking the kiss at his own leisure, he said, "the truth is that I like you a lot more than her. So, should I marry you?"

I evaded his eyes and looked around the room. On his bed, lay his soiled underwear - from the corner of my eye I cringed as I saw holes in his huge underwear - and even though I didn't want to admit, I registered how big his underwear was compared to that of my husband's.

"That's not possible," I retorted with an air of superiority, "I am already married."

Jai Singh stepped closer with Sejal still in his arms. He looked at me with his eyes full of lust as I evaded his gaze. Sejal had a smirk on her face. Jai Singh said, looking at Sejal, "would you mind if I slept with her honey?"

"Jaan - you are the love of my life," she responded giddily, referring to him as her "Jaan" - literally meaning her life.

"Come on Bhabi," she said as she held my hand and gently pulled me towards them. Now I stood perhaps only couple of feet away. The lazy bastard towered over me and leered at me.

"You two have a special relation," she urged me to step even further and then I found Jai Singh's hand on my naked waist.

"What do you want?" I asked him haughtily. I stood perilously close to him with one shoulder blade touching him while my other hand rubbed against Sejal's shoulder as we formed a triangle.

"Kamini you know what I want?" said Jai Singh in normal tone.

"I want to marry you but if I marry you then that would ruin your Nanad's life," he added, mocking me but with a straight face.

"Sejal has graciously accepted my proposal," he said and then he took one step closer; his hand slid further across and now practically I was in his arms.

"You know honey," Sejal quickly added, "I won't object to it even if you take her as your second wife."

"And Bhaiya," she added almost teasingly, "would not object to it knowing that my life was at stake."

"I love you so much honey," he softly whispered and leaned forward to kiss her. Once again I saw them obscenely kissing each other right in front of me. As much as I detested it, I was definitely worked up and would have yielded in almost no time. Jai Singh continued his tongue duel with her but at the same time tightened his grip on me. With each passing moment, he pulled me closer until first our pelvises were joined and then with a sudden movement he let go of her and latched onto my lips. I felt revolted by his stale breath and having to taste their mixed juices but his open mouth was right on top of my sealed lips. His tongue splashing my lips with his and her saliva. My body was stiff and I almost froze. This was the cue for Sejal to leave and I noticed her retreating from the room and then we heard the door shut. My stiff body was finally melting in his arms then he bent down and aligning his pelvis against mine pulled me into him with his hands on my butt. With the thick Saree in between I just felt the contours of his cock but the very fact that I even I felt it, clearly suggested that he had to be better endowed. I parted my lips and let his tongue enter my eager mouth.

The whole week Sejal had been preparing me for this moment. She had orchestrated everything perfectly. She broke my resolve by blackmailing me emotionally. She persuaded me to indulge in adultery on the pretext of helping her and at the same time getting something just in return. I was in my fertile period, so more receptive and she had clearly boasted about his capability. As I swapped saliva with this thug, with a stale, morning breath, I learned how seductive the allure of other men was. Over the years, I had come to believe that a married woman would always yield to other man, who possessed Jai Singh's qualities - it was just a matter of right circumstances and the amount of time.

Jai Singh's tall, towering physique, broad shoulders, wide barrel chest enamored the young girl in me who was perpetually attracted to hulks. Even though I wasn't petite or frail, he comfortably enveloped me in his arms. His self-assured, cocky attitude while annoying on the face of it had struck a submissive chord in me. By utterly ignoring his oral hygiene and courting me with the mildly pungent body odor, he positioned himself as a confident man, who didn't need any crutches in wooing a pretty lady. Even as he locked lips with the prettiest woman he had met perhaps in his life, he didn't show any sign of anxiety or eagerness. Very slowly and gradually he kissed, almost as if we were well acquainted and had exceptionally strong desire for each other. As his breath permeated my nostrils and his pungent body odor wafted in the air and encircled me, I started falling under his spell. I started indulging him by kissing back aggressively. It was as if I wanted to let him know that I was his slut - if I could passionately kiss him with his foul breath, surely I could have done anything for him. As he took me in his arms and swooned by gently gyrating his pelvis; along with it mine still glued to his with is cock lined up right against my vagina, I melted in his arms. My lubricated vagina was practically gushing now; my pantie was soaked wet - drenched in my own juices.

He turned me around and removing my pallu exposed my breasts.

"I love you my Reena Roy," he whispered and started kissing my neck as his hands caressed my naked waist. Just the way Sejal had described, he was besotted by my beauty and the very fact that I was allowing him to make out with me despite being married had certainly pushed him to the edge. His hands were much larger than Ashok's and they were much rougher as well. He had some military experience, I learned later from Sejal. I felt his bulge on my back; it felt unusual as I felt Ashok's just around or below my butt. His hands moved up to my breasts and then he played with them. His hands sensually caressed my breasts as he whispered to me how gorgeous they were and then I felt him kneading them. I was gradually shedding my inhibitions as I let him knead them to his heart's content. Needless to mention that I was intensely aroused. Ashok had similar fascination with my breasts but he never touched me in this manner - usually only on bed and even then not as long as Jai Singh did. His lips were busy on my neck, continuously kissing me and sucked on them as if it was a piece of sugarcane. Soon he started squeezing my breasts and this rapidly pushed me towards my climax. I found myself standing on my toes and involuntarily he buckled his knees to get perfect alignment for gaining entrance. His large hands were mauling my breasts as I moaned in pleasure and I eventually turned around and offered him my lips once more. We kissed passionately.

Little did we realize how time had passed; a quick glance confirmed that we were already on 15 minute mark. He whispered, "you have simply fucked my mind!"

Brought up in a rather conventional family, I was not used to such obscene language but strangely his emphatic statement excited me. There was an earnesty; an intense desire in his tone.

"Ever since I saw you," he said looking into my eyes, "I realized that you were a special wine; to be savored for years and years!"

He lewdly inspected my body. I felt naked in front of him; yet there was an yearning to expose myself to him. Strangely, giving myself to him felt like a good deed.

"Every part of your body - every curve is made for pure fucking," he continued.

Who ever said that women hate men objectifying them were wrong. They hated when done in a crass manner; in the open. In relative solitude, they relished it. Jai Singh was an expert at seducing - apart from having all the traits a woman looks for in a man - he also understood the importance of flattering them. He constantly kept on whispering sweet nothings as he hugged and kissed me several times - confessing his deep desire to mate with me. There was an animalistic attraction - a physical chemistry - that I had not felt earlier.

Jai Singh was liberally fondling my body. His hand would grab my butt sometimes and sometimes he would give my breasts a good squeeze.

"Kamini," he whispered between the kisses, "I want you to be my slut." He took my not so small hands in his large hands and after gently massaging them guided inside his open trousers. I froze as my fingers grazed against his sizeable bulge. My eyes were tightly shut as I grimaced at the thought of finally touching another man's penis. Jai Singh stood comfortably still as I mustered courage to finally fondle his equipment. It was as if a farmer's wife was handling a stallion's penis, just before it mounted the mare. And then in a brash attempt, I pulled out his cock - calling it a penis just wasn't appropriate. Even Sejal's description of this specimen was not just. My heart fluttered and my lips quivered as I held the piece of meat in my hands and slowly peeped down to inspect it. His semi-flaccid cock looked like an enormous chunk of meat; likes of which I had not even imagined. My hands tentatively spread around his cock in an attempt to measure it. Jai Singh was aware of the effect he was having on me. There was no comparison to what he owned. If my husband's penis was the size of a medium-size carrot then his was the size of a large cucumber. If my husband's testicles were the size of small tomatoes, his were the size of large onions. If my husband was a Billy goat, Jai Singh was a breeding bull. In terms of physical dimensions he out-ranked Ashok, beating him by a wide margin.

[Darksam]

Jai Singh's cock was a few shades darker than Ashok's; it suited his own body complexion, which was several shades darker than Ashok's. Jai Singh's complexion was rather wheatish that had been solidly tanned due to constant exposure to sun. His cock was slowly inflating as my hands inspected them as a kid would inspect his dearest toy. My hands slowly stroked it, holding it with both my hands, one in front of another and yet his dark purple knob was peering out. And he was not even full erect. The sheer touch and feel of it woke the deep, latent desire of a woman in me. He had been fanning this desire for the past few weeks by sexually coveting me despite the fact that I was a married and not really a virgin. It was my rather ignorant opinion that men chased other women in an attempt to deflower them; or that they preferred virgin's over married ones. Little did I realize that Jai SIngh was aiming to impregnate me. The timing was perfect! One would use caution under such circumstances but I had willingly walked into the lion's den without any form of defense.


"Do you like it?" he asked me as I was lost in my reverie. I blushed noticing his rather sincere expression whilst asking such a rhetorical question.

"It is quite adept at making babies," he whispered, sensually kissing my lips. As I tried to mouth my objection to his proposition, he planted his fat finger on my lips and firmly pushed down on my shoulders. I had never indulged in oral sex with my husband but I understood what Jai Singh wanted from me. As the thoughts of Jai Singh impregnating me floated through my mind, I realized that one of the reasons there was a sudden transformation in me was due to this desire to mate with him with clear intention of procreation. Ashok's words of starting a family were still ringing at the back of my head. The woman inside me had by now chosen Jai Singh's genes over Ashok's. And as a consequence she felt obliged to pleasure him in every which way he demanded.

I reluctantly kneeled in front of him and then Jai Singh grabbed my hair firmly in one hand and moved his penis towards my lips. There was a sense of revulsion as his unhygienic penis touched my lips. The stench of urine filled my nostrils and the musky smell of his pelvic region made it difficult for me to breath. Noticing my reluctance to part my lips he smeared his precum all over my lips. I shivered as the disgusting thought of tasting his urine came to my mind. It wasn't as if I had not imagined taking Ashok's penis in my mouth but I didn't want him to think of me as a slut. Jai Singh, on the other hand, wanted me to be his slut. As I steadfastly refused to part my lips, he slapped his whopper on my lips and face several times. If Ashok were to do that, I would have hardly felt anything but with Jai Singh it felt landed in a thud every time as it was almost thrice as heavy as Ashok's penis. He then pulled my face into his pelvis, forcing me to smell his testicles and perhaps kiss them. As I had described earlier, they were much bigger than Ashok's and made me wonder if they could also generate proportionately higher amount of semen. Jai Singh desperately tried to make me kiss, lick his testicles. My hair was undone and I was sitting on the floor, leaning back, supporting myself on my hands as he held my head with hand and kept it glued to his testicles. The musky odor was having an effect on me and I found myself yielding and kissing undersides of his testicles slowly and delicately; even though it was only my puckered lips that were doing the job, not my tongue. Jai Singh patiently waited once he settled in this position, straddling my face with my nose nuzzled into his testicles and my mouth just below his testicles right where his perineum was. A lot of the terminology I learned much later by reading on the internet and eventually came around to accepting the dark side of me as well.

I took a few minutes but eventually my body started responding to his dominant gestures. He had struck a chord deep inside me and stirred up my subservient tendencies. I would call myself a rather dominant person as I hadn't cowered down to anybody until now. Even with Ashok I wasn't made to do anything that I didn't want; a lot of it was due to his civil nature but also due to my assertive nature that never allowed him to push me unjustly. Jai Singh on the other hand had entered my life with a clear intention of subjugating me in the bed. As the feminine part of me eventually surrendered to the utterly masculine and virile man, my tongue slithered out and drew small circles at the base of his testicles. Soon, he adjusted himself and offered his testicles for me to feast on. I didn't disappoint. I started licking, sucking and pleasuring him with my tongue as diligently as I could. Jai Singh relished it and after a few moments moved forward until my tongue slide to his puckered hole. My body shivered in revulsion but my mind had no hesitation in extending my tongue to wet his back entrance.

Thus, started the subjugation of an innocent wife!

Jai Singh didn't waste much time and fed me his penis, which I promptly sucked into my mouth. It was quite big; I couldn't easily accommodate him in my mouth. Taking more than half of it was not something that I had contemplated. Except for the preliminary salty taste everything seemed normal. Jai Singh didn't waste much time though; after only couple of minutes, he conveyed his desire to mount me. Then hurriedly undressing me - with still my petticoat and blouse on - he pushed me back on the bed. My whole body convulsed as I realized that Jai Singh would finally mount me with the clear intention of impregnating me. There was hardly any pretense as he quickly shed his clothes and lay on top of me. My lips met his almost immediately as he wedged himself between my legs. He was a large man and quite overweight at that. His extended stomach pushed against mine as he tried to steady himself on top of me. With a swift move, he pulled down my pantie and quickly nestled between legs aligning his large specimen against my entrance. Jai Singh was tentative with his push and after a couple of small pushes his penis made way into my vagina. I felt my pussy stretch as it desperately tried to pave the path for his majestic cock. After a little more hesitation, he pushed a little more waiting for me to adjust to his girth. I tried to relax my muscles by focusing on my breathing. And then he pushed it all the way in. It felt as if I couldn't breathe for a few moments. Something gigantic was buried inside my body knocking my cervix out of place. My whole body convulsed and my pussy lips gripped onto his penis with all its might. My vagina gushed with lubrication and in an instant what earlier seemed like a rather discomforting experience transformed into a pleasurable one. He started thrusting away wildly as soon as he bottomed inside. Nature had equipped me to handle such a large man. I wondered how Sejal handled him. She was 5 inches shorter than me and with a petite build. Ashok weighed slightly less than myself; I was perhaps 140 lbs. and Jai Singh was way over 200 lbs. Only a few minutes later, my body shook with my first orgasm. Never in life I had imagined how intense an intercourse can feel. It easily rivaled my first experience with Ashok but all of the pleasure then was simply due to the novelty. Jai Singh lay on top of me and kissed voraciously.

"Oh god you are gorgeous," he whispered between the kisses.

"What were you doing?"

"Where did you learn that?" he asked.

"How long are you going to take?" I asked, catching my breath. He smiled.

"We are just getting started honey," he replied with a wide grin and then asked me to turn on my stomach. I had no intention of engaging in anal sex; a few times Ashok had dropped the hint of trying that but I was simply grossed out with that notion itself. However, after tonguing Jai Singh's anus I didn't think it was such a terrible idea. If I hadn't swallowed my pride and let Jai Singh take advantage of me, I wouldn't have ever learned what it meant to mate with a real man. I promptly turned on my stomach as he shoved a pillow underneath my belly. This was a position that Ashok tried a handful of times but more often than not he struggled to keep himself inside me. When Jai Singh mounted me from behind, I knew that he was from a different realm. I felt far more stuffed in this position and even his penis was a little too deep for my comfort.

Jai Singh furiously fucked me from behind. Until then I had known the purest kind of sex where the partners never overwhelmed each other. Here I was in complete awe of this man. My body shook by amazing orgasms twice during the 10 minutes or so he fucked me from behind. He seemed to be oblivious to his effect on me or perhaps he was well versed with his aura. My body was reacting in ways that I didn't knew it was capable of. Even though he would put his full body weight on top of me a handful of times every minute, my butt pushed upwards against him, in order to aid his penetration. Jai Singh took a few more minutes and ejaculated in torrents inside my vagina. Spurt after spurt his semen hit my inside walls; his penis violently jerking in response. It was a moment of immense satisfaction for me as a woman - to be impregnated by such a well-endowed man.

Jai Singh lay on top of me, trying to recover his breath and then I truly understood what it meant to be impregnated by a stud. Normal mares simply don't have the physical strength to endure mating with such studs. I let him recover and didn't object. He pulled my face and kissed me from side. There was an element of love in his leisurely kiss. Even though inside I revolted as my strong will, once again, got an upper hand over my body, I resisted the urge to fight back but instead resorted to not fully cooperating. Yet, he kept on kissing me until I finally gave in and kissed him back. The woman in me was finally accepting him as her mate.

Jai Singh rolled on his back, eventually lifting his burden. My pussy felt like an empty void as his semi-flaccid penis slithered out. Even in that semi-flaccid state, Jai Singh was considerably larger than my husband, when he was fully erect. I quickly rearranged my petticoat to cover my exposed butt and got up. I was looking for my pantie that Jai SIngh had removed it hurriedly. It was under his back; I tried to whisk it out but Jai Singh instead pulled me into his arms. The woman inside me took over and blushed profusely as it was the first time he was holding me when our hormones weren't in overdrive.

"What are you doing?" he gently whispered.

"You think it's all done - just like with your husband?"

I was shocked to hear what he said. What else could he do? How much more, I thought to myself. And then Sejal's words about sex with Ashok was not worthy about being called sex came to my mind. As I cursorily looked at the clock, it was a little over half-hour - 15 minutes of foreplay and 15 minutes of actual intercourse. The actual intercourse with Ashok lasted no more than 5 minutes. He would of course stroke me earnestly but then he had to compensate for his ineptness in some way or other. His hand sensually massaged mine and gently tugged towards him. I fell down next to him and blushed at the thought of having sex with him again.

"Honey," he whispered, gently kissing my lips, "this is just the beginning."

Women are privileged in this regard; as strictly speaking they could still entertain another man; perhaps more than a few even after having climaxed. Until know I never believed that a man could have such passion for a woman even after he ejaculated. Ashok lost almost all his interest in me after he ejaculates and usually takes at least a few hours before he shows any sexual interest again. I didn't think he would let go of me easily and at a much deeper level, I didn't want him to desert me so soon as well.

"You are the best thing happened to me until now," he quipped.

"Why? Don't you love Sejal?" I asked demurely.

"Sejal doesn't love me," he replied, "she just loves my status."

"If you wish - we can get married and get rid of her," he said rather casually. There was a moment of stunned silence. For Jai Singh to profess his love for me in a blatant manner seemed indecent. It didn't occur to me that having sex with another is equally indecent. Strangely, it liberated me from the feeling of a victim. If Jai Singh was willing to marry me - an already married woman - after having had his way with me then surely there was more to him than the animalistic urges that he preferred to flaunt. Sejal was an ordinary looking girl; and truly ordinary in every which way one could imagine. She was quite short; just like Ashok - rather plain features with a bony body structure. She had good figure and reasonable bust size but apart from her pale skin there was simply nothing noteworthy. Sejal herself had several times made raving comments of my beauty and how she would have ravished me if she was a man.

Noticing my rather concerned reaction, he asked, "Or would you rather save her marriage and her life?"

I nodded nervously.

"Well then," he said and pulled me into another sloppy kiss and whispered, "why don't you prepare me for the next one?" He slowly pushed my face towards his tummy. I understood what he meant but I had never tasted semen.

"Don't you want to clean it first?" I asked as my voice choked with fear.

"Then what's your mouth for honey?" he said without batting his eyes; looking deeply into mine.

"You are my slut now," he said softly, yet firmly.

"Your husband can never in this lifetime give you the pleasure that I can in an afternoon."

His language once again struck a submissive chord in me. As I had expected, he was about to take a very important role in our lives. If Sejal's life was to be saved then it was important for us to subjugate ourselves to him. I wondered if Ashok would make such a sacrifice to save his sister from ignominy. There was no doubt that she would have been pretty much doomed otherwise. Even then I had already committed ourselves in his service.

"Your mouth," he said, holding my face up by chin, "your pussy and your butt they all henceforth belong to me."

"Your husband can peruse them but they are primarily meant for my pleasure."

"Oh yes and these," he said, grabbing my breasts in a lewd manner, "these are meant to feed my babies."

"Simply shun the seed of your weak husband and your family will be infused with glorious Rajput blood - just the way it has been done for ages."

"Jai Singh," I said raising my voice a little, "use me whichever way you want but please don't make me pregnant."

"Honey," he said without losing his cool, "whether you like it or not, you are already pregnant."

He then unceremoniously pushed my head towards his pelvis. His well spent cock had shrunk from majestic dimensions but still looked quite sizeable, almost the size of Ashok's penis when erect. Reluctantly, I took his penis smeared in semen and sucked it. The bitter taste of his semen hit the back of my throat and after my initial allergic reaction, I settled into rhythm and pleasured him with my tongue. It just seemed as if I had already practiced for it in the past. Jai Singh was pleased and occasionally urged me to lick his large testicles. I didn't have to spend too much time; perhaps 15-20 minutes and after that he was fully erect again.

He pulled me up and quickly laid on top of me aligning his cock against my pussy. Despite my reservations, it was ready for his onslaught. With one powerful thrust he impaled me on his gigantic cock. He started slowly stroking me and believe it or not within the first minute itself I felt getting pushed towards the edge. This time, Jai Singh's focus was on me and the effect he was having on me. He kissed me slowly and deeply as I inched closer to my orgasm. I was in a trance; ever willing to please him now. Amazingly within the first five minutes, I orgasmed. He grinned ear to ear and then urged me to come on top of him. Ashok and I had dabbled into this position but often it was only a transitory position before finally moving into missionary. After letting me adjust to this position, he started playing with my anus. It felt so nice as his finger desperately tried to penetrate my tight sphincter muscles. Soon after he started rubbing my clit and the effect was immediate. I rushed to my second orgasm.

Jai Singh urged me into doggy position and took me from behind. I was keeping a close eye on the watch. We were inching towards the 15-minute mark and still Jai Singh showed no sign of climaxing. After initially letting me rest on all my fours, he pushed me forward and then pounded me with all his might. Even though it was pleasurable, I was overwhelmed with the experience. Jai Singh ignored my discomfort and ploughed me for another 5 minutes and then finally, he took me again in the missionary position.

In the missionary, he spent a herculean 10 minutes but most of it was tender love making. Just as a husband would while planting seed in his wife's womb. The only difference was that a very fat sausage was stuffed inside my pussy compared to the normal small, thin penis of my husband's. He slobbered over my mouth and I kissed him back as he expected me to. I accepted his seed as willingly as I did the first time.

After catching our breath as we laid next to each other, he once again confessed his love for me. He once again extended his proposition of marriage and discounted any affection for Sejal. I was in a quandary. After getting defiled by him, I wondered if going back to Ashok was a good option. Yet, I knew that such a move would destroy Sejal's life and I cared for her too much to take such a rash step. The only option was to play my role as his whore. We both lay listless and perhaps dozed off to sleep for what seemed like an hour or so. Neither of us cared to even adjust our clothes. As a courtesy to his tremendous effort, I lay on my back, allowing his semen to reach deep inside my womb.

Jai Singh laid next to me hugging me very closely and almost slept in my arms. For once it felt good sleeping next to a man who could handle a woman of my size. In some ways, it always felt that Ashok was no match for me - even though I loved him very much. The demure wife in me wondered if I would ever be the woman that Ashok had married to. I dozed off as these thoughts played through my mind. After half-an-hour or so, I woke up and tried to get my hand from under his head but that woke Jai Singh up and he lazily murmured, "What's the rush?"

"It's my anniversary today," I complained, "a few of our relatives would be showing up tonight."

"You have not answered me," he quipped.

During the sweet nothings he whispered several times whilst having sex and just before dozing off, he had popped his question as well - "Do you love me?"

"You know the answer," I retorted.

"You shall learn to love me," he whispered as he took my hand and slid a gold ring on my ring finger. I was shocked and asked me, "what is this?"

"This is the proof," he replied, "that you are my mistress."

I was taken aback by his claim but knew that it had to be my fate.

"It's a special ring - my grandmother gave it to me; supposedly a present for her my wife."

"Then Sejal is the rightful owner," I replied and tried to remove it from my finger.

"No this is for you," I said, stopping me.

"Sejal is just a facade - the real queen would have to be you!"

"Anyway, she has no life if you had not agreed to the proposal," he argued.

"Jai Singh," I pleaded, "I am married woman - what you are saying is not possible."

"Kamini - you have nothing to worry," he assured.

"No one would know and even if your husband suspected something he would simply turn a blind eye to it. You are doing it to save his sister's life. This is not lust but a sacrifice."

[Darksam]

"If it still bothers you then let me speak to him," he said.


"No," I immediately objected.

"Trust me," he gently assured me, "I know his type - they would rather wish that their wife mates with well-endowed stallions like me."

He pulled me into a kiss one more time and very soon he started making love to me. I was captivated by this hulk, who could mount a woman thrice in a span of 2-½ hours. Ashok could not even mount me twice in such a short span of time. This time he made love to me in a sensual manner with a clear intention of not only impressing me with his organ but also his skill. Even my body betrayed me as it once against surrendered itself to the carnal lust. Within minutes I was in the throes of my orgasm. Jai Singh continued to stroke me leisurely for what seemed like another 20 minutes or so and after that he ejaculated deep inside me. There was no doubt that his seed had made way to womb. After having satisfied that his semen was completely soaked in, he calmly got up and straddled my face offering his penis to suck. As he looked into my eyes, I knew that I was supposed to oblige and unflinchingly I did it. It wasn't the taste of his semen that bothered me but the humiliation I felt in committing such a despicable act.

After his penis was clean, he collapsed next to me and callously asked me to leave saying, "leave while the semen is still fresh - may be your husband would love to relish it." I felt revolted as Jai Singh referred to my husband in such lowly language but I didn't think there was any point in arguing with him over it. He may try to prove it otherwise.

"Don't wash it," he warned.

"You might think I am crazy but I know that he would love eating your pussy in this state," he added emphatically. I ignored him and dressed up to leave - in moments I was ready and as I tried to use the bathroom, he commanded, "You are not listening to me."

"If you don't want me to walk to your husband and tell him what we have done then you have to obey to my rules."

I looked at him angrily but it hardly affected him. If only, his tone softened a bit as he said, "No cleaning up after sleeping with me - your husband should soon learn to appreciate you in this state."

I ignored him and walked into the bathroom. Yet his words played in my head over and over. Subconsciously, I just did as he had suggested. I justified it by saying to myself that if Jai Singh were to change his mind of getting married to Sejal, I can push bang charges. It was a rather imbecile thought. No one in their sane mind would do that. It would have definitely ruined everything for myself and Ashok's family. Yet, I did as he suggested.

I had not cleaned up my vagina but had cleaned my face. The foul-taste of his semen and the peculiar smell of semen was still there. I hurriedly left. Sejal was walking up and down in the hallway. She hurriedly lead me to the back stairs and closed the door behind us once we entered the stairway.

"How was it?" she eagerly asked.

"Sejal," I whimpered, "you have made a slut of me."

She hugged me and consoled, "Bhabhi one day you will thank me - he is smitten by you. All you have to do is give him the sexual love he is seeking and he will show you what it means to be a woman."

I tried to compose myself.

"He is much bigger," I whispered, with a little giggle.

"You obeyed him right?"

I nodded tentatively. She leaned forward towards my face and sniffed me.

"Open your mouth," she asked. I parted my lips in frustration. Sejal's response was surreal, she seemed to be intoxicated by my breath. Without any warning, she latched onto my lips and pushed her tongue deep into my mouth. It was the first time I felt a woman's sexual touch. Even though I had never imagined an encounter with a woman, her lips felt so soft and comforting. Not sure what had worked her up but it must have been Jai Singh's semen and not my stale breath. I pushed her away after mustering some courage.

"Sejal," I almost yelled at her and then controlling myself.

"Bhabhi, you are so hot, no wonder Jai is mesmerized by you."

"Don't feel so shy Bhabhi. Now we both are his proper bedmates. We will spend a lot of time together pleasuring him."

"Shut up Sejal," I seethed. I warned her of our surroundings.

We both left the hotel afterwards. Sejal tried to pry out gory details about the episode but I wasn't willing to share the intimate details. That very same evening Jai Singh and his family showed up at our home unannounced with marriage proposal for Sejal. Ashok's family was extremely pleased with the proposal from such an influential and affluent family even though they were Rajputs and not from our caste. Sejal was elated and gave me a loud smooch on my lips the moment she heard the news. They showed up at our home rather late and after the cursory meetings, we had a sumptuous dinner and after that Jai Singh and Sejal spent some time alone chatting about their future. The elders allowed about 15-20 minutes for them to talk. Sejal suggested that they talk to each other in our bedroom as the guest were on the top floor living room. Ashok and I were handling the chores when Sejal called me.

"Bhabhi, why don't you please come and sit with me," she urged. I hesitated to respond but Ashok suggested that it was a good idea to be with her. Leaving her alone with a strange man wasn't common. Dreadfully I went upstairs to our bedroom and without much warning, Sejal pulled me in and bolted the door.

Jai Singh waiting for me by the door, pulled me into his arms and planted his lips on mine.

"You disappoint me," he said, "didn't I ask you not to freshen up?"

I cursorily looked at Sejal who was smiling.

"Go on," she urged him, "don't waste time."

Jai Singh latched onto my lips and kissed me aggressively. I was too harried to respond but as his kiss got wetter, I eventually caved in. Quickly he pushed me on my knees despite my repeated objections, he pulled out his cock and shoved into my face. Sejal walked towards us now and guiding my head to his cock, she kissed him. I couldn't believe that in my own house they were making me give him a blow job. It was incredibly humiliating and at the same time intensely arousing experience. Sejal kissed him and encouraged me to do a good job of pleasuring her new husband. Even though Sejal felt that she had scored with him, Jai Singh's attention was focused more on me than her. At one point, he pushed her to kneel in front of him as well and pleasure him alongside me. I had never done this. Sejal was thoughtful and coached me in subtle manner and it was the first time I felt attracted to her sexually. Sejal squeezed and massaged my breast in order to sexually excite me even further.

"Why don't you lick her?" suggested Jai SIngh as he realized that I was indeed getting worked up. Sejal promptly pulled the knot on my Salwar and despite my pleading she pushed me on all the four - as Jai Singh sat on the bed - and shoved her mouth into my crack. Her tongue felt like a jolt as it soothed the fire that had been burning since evening. After a few moments, she whispered, "I can still taste your semen!"

Jai Singh had a smug look on his face. He started milking my breasts with passion; leaning forward he said, "these are meant to feed my babies."

After 5 minutes or so, he pulled me up and pushed me back on the bed. I pleaded to both of them but neither Jai Singh nor Sejal paid any heed to it and soon Jai Singh was on top of me with his cock inside my twat. Sejal kneeled behind him and kissed his butt and it seemed that she was pleasuring his anus as he would stop his strokes to give her a chance to lick it. I winced in pain; trying to control my moans. A few minutes into it there was a knock on the door. It was Ashok. Sejal quickly sent him away saying that I was helping her with a dress and that Jai Singh was downstairs. Jai Singh didn't take too long and ejaculated inside me once again - spurt after spurt I felt him violently jerking inside me. He didn't wait for too long and quickly pulled himself out and straddled my chest offering me his well spent semen. I covered my face while cleaning it but did it nevertheless.

Sejal helped me dress up after Jai Singh left the room. I wasn't sure if Ashok saw him step outside but within a few more minutes he showed up as I was about step out.

"Everyone is waiting," he seethed and lead me upstairs. The final discussions had just commenced. Jai SIngh gave me a smug smile. As was normal for those days I had covered my flushed face with my scarf; otherwise everyone would have learned that something was not right. Fortunately, things were getting wrapped up. I worked with Sejal and Ashok tidying up the kitchen. Within the next half-hour they all left. It was almost 11:30 pm and we were relieved that they all left happily after putting practically no conditions to the marriage proposal. Sejal was super excited. She hurriedly ushered us into our bedroom not giving us any excuse. Ashok's parents chuckled as Sejal lead us upstairs.

[Darksam]

Chapter 3 - New Beginnings


My world had turned topsy turvy in a matter of a day. Earlier that afternoon, I had sex with another man and then again with the same man in the evening. My parents who were visiting me on the occasion of our anniversary had to leave hurriedly due to the unannounced arrival of Jai Singh and his family. They arrived at 9:00 pm, not a time when guests showed up but they were Rajput's and we were ordinary people, so my family entertained them. For the first time, I felt what it meant to make out with a woman. Sejal was ordinary but that didn't bother me as she was playing the role of a man and not me - she was the aggressor each time. She fingered and sucked on my pussy; something I had never experienced. It was something from another world - it was second only to the furious fucking I experienced from Jai SIngh.

All because I agreed to Jai Singh's indecent proposal and surrendered to him.

After that evening episode when Sejal got a private moment, she whispered to me, "Jai Singh asked to remind you of the rules!"

"What rules?" I retorted, in frustration. I was angered by the way they both took advantage of me in my own house. True it was pleasurable but after the moment had passed my guilt made it extremely difficult to swallow the bitter, adulterous pill.

"Bhabhi," she seethed.

"Relax - no one would know about it. Just go with the flow. Bhaiya won't even notice; just make sure that the lights are off tonight."

A shiver ran through my spine as it was Ashok's sister who was suggesting that I approach my husband for sex soon after having sex with Jai Singh. I felt my body was reeking of his semen and just couldn't even imagine sleeping in that state, forget about having sex with Ashok. It was clear that Jai Singh wanted me to be his slut and was not going to take "no" for an answer.

"Please Bhabhi - don't think too much - even if he tries to eat your pussy, just relax and let him."

Sejal had become a bitch. The stuff that I didn't even want to imagine, she had no qualms speaking explicitly about them. I had reservations of sleeping in the filth and she wanted my husband - her own brother - to taste that filth.

We were in our bedroom and even though Ashok had turned on the light for changing his clothes, I quickly turned it off. I did it to avoid him seeing me in that state. As explained earlier, it was common practice to cover one's face in the presence of elders and other men. So, Ashok hadn't really seen my face after that episode with Jai Singh. Turning the light off sent wrong signal to him and he soon hugged me from behind and tenderly kissed on my neck and gently fondled my body, particularly my breasts. He was only fondling and not squeezing as Jai Singh did it. Even after one year of marriage, we both were conservative with our sex.

"What do you think about the proposal for Sejal?" he asked.

"She is lucky," I replied.

"What do you think about Jai Singh?" he asked. I was unnerved by his question but then I convinced myself that his question was innocuous.

"He is a giant, a tad haughty but I guess that is just a Rajput trait."

"Thanks for being ultra-nice to everyone," he whispered.

"They were raving about how beautiful you were and how homely you were in terms of running the affairs at home."

And then he said that stunned me a little, "I got the feeling that if you weren't already married, they would have picked you over Sejal."

"Shut up," I replied, instinctively.

"I have a feeling that Jai Singh likes you," he continued his bantering. His hand reached to the knot of my Salwar and then a gentle tug on it made it fall down.

"What has gotten into you?" I moaned as his bare hands touched my stomach. My body was shivering both in anticipation and fear of getting caught. I leaned back involuntarily and my head was now beside his face. And then for the first time, Ashok pushed his hand into my pantie. His middle finger made its way instantly into my pussy that was filled with Jai Singh's semen. My heart stopped as it happened. I thought Ashok would immediately realize what it was.

"You are so wet," he sensually whispered, kissing my neck tenderly, trying to suck on it, in an attempt to give hickey. He had never managed to do so.

"Were you thinking of Jai Singh?" he asked, nonchalantly.

I moaned; not because he uttered his name but because his fingers felt so good in a wicked way. Just the thought of it that he was playing with Jai Singh's semen was pushing me over the edge - not to even mention the physical act itself that was supposed to be pleasurable.

"He is going to be Sejal's husband, Ashok," I whispered.

Ashok had fleetingly remarked about interest of other men in me. Due to my beauty I had my fair share of admirers, who even after a year of marriage hadn't lost hope, and understood Ashok's comments very well. Then there were other married men who envied Ashok and lusted after me. At times, I felt disgusted about it and at times I got worked up learning about it but mostly I ignored such glances. Ashok had a rather nuanced view of life. While we believe in benevolence of humanity, everyday lot of atrocities are inflicted by the very same humans on their fellow beings. Similarly, he believed that even though Jai Singh was going to be Sejal's husband, he had every right to fantasize about sex with me. Everyone had some bad qualities that were not acceptable by normal social standards but as long as they didn't inflict harm on the human race at large, it was acceptable. At least this is how he rationalized all the lecherous glances. A few times he even hinted that I shouldn't deprive them of the simple pleasures of life by trying to conceal beautiful parts of my body. All of it was rather light banter and were mentioned as one-off sentences. Off late he had started remarking about particular men who took more than keen interest in me. He would occasionally drop their names during our love making in an innocuous way, just the way he did it this time. Jai Singh was the third person he mentioned until now. The other two were middle-aged men, perhap a few years younger to my father-in-law and even I had sensed that they really fancied me and given a chance would not hesitate to push their luck with me. Ashok had mentioned a few times that I was being too uptight and there was no harm in entertaining the two men he had mentioned occasionally. He only implied giving them a peak at my feminine assets; nothing more.

"That should only make it easier," he gently whispered, pushing his middle finger even further. This pushed me off the cliff - him saying that and then in a way also indicating by his action what he meant.

"Oh god you are seriously wet," he exclaimed and then he pulled out his finger and pushed it into my mouth. Not something that we had done in the past but in the moment I obliged and licked and sucked his finger willingly, imagining it was Jai Singh's penis. He continued to do so, flicking the juices from my vagina to my mouth and I willingly sucked it into my mouth. It was the mixture of fear and pleasure that was working like a charm. I could smell semen on his fingers clearly but nothing got registered by Ashok.

Finally, Ashok moved his other hand to my butt and pushed his finger against my anus. He had morbid fascination with it and quite often played with it. I tried several times to dissuade him from it but off late focused my effort on making sure it was clean and hygienic before we hit our bed. It was clear that he wanted to take me anally and even dropped hints couple of times but I steadfastly refused. For some reason, his touch their appealed to me more today; perhaps it was due to my licking of Jai Singh's anus in the afternoon or perhaps it was simply a realization that an anus could also be a source of pleasure. I turned around and kissed Ashok passionately holding him just as a man would hold a woman. Usually, I always tried to appear shorter than him but today I didn't make any such attempt. We exchanged copious amount of saliva and in the process Jai Singh's semen. At this juncture, I didn't care if he realized it or not; in the heat of the moment I wanted him to taste it, almost as if it was his role to do so; nature didn't give him what it gave to Jai Singh. After breaking our long kiss, he breathlessly said, "You are so hot - your breath is so intoxicating!"

Jai Singh's and Sejal's words were ringing in my head now. Ashok was lost in lust as he latched onto my lips and voraciously kissed me. His reaction pleasantly surprised me - the fear of getting caught was replaced with immense satisfaction now. It was only half-hour ago that Jai Singh had deposited his semen in my mouth and apart from drinking water I didn't really clean my mouth.

"Were you thinking about him?" he asked me. This was unlike Ashok - although he occasionally rambled about interest of other men, he never asked such a direction question. Ashok's middle finger was penetrating the depths of my pussy now. He had fingered me a few times earlier but it was only transitory.

"Ashok," I moaned, "what has gotten into you?"

Ashok had misread my dilated pussy filled with Jai Singh's semen as a sign of readiness - perhaps due to the presence of those men who were ogling at me the whole evening or due to my anticipation of our first anniversary.

"I have a surprise for you?" he whispered and turning me around, he pushed me forward on the bed. I supported myself on all my fours for a moment with the intention of sleeping on my stomach but when a wet finger massaged my anus, it was clear to me that Ashok wanted to play with it. For a moment, I wanted him to ravage my anus and fuck me as brutally as he could to prove his masculinity. Soon a cold object touched my anus; I shivered as I realized what it was. Ashok had fleetingly mentioned about some new things he found from his friend who had returned from abroad - objects that were used to give sexual pleasure to women. The object was quite slippery and with a little bit of effort it made its way inside my anus. It felt good; the knob was slightly larger, which my sphincter muscles could hang on to. Ashok continued pulling it out and pushing it in a few times. The effect on me was incredible; I longed to feel his penis inside my anus and my mind even started entertaining thoughts of Jai Singh's huge cock.

I almost shuddered when Ashok knelt down and bit on one of my cheeks. My heart thumped wildly and I seriously wondered if Ashok was imbecile enough to not realize it. There was no doubt that it was reeking of semen. Even as his face lingered on my butt, gently kissing it, I realized that; but Ashok seemed oblivious to it. And when his tongue slithered into my wet sloppy hole, I shivered and collapsed forward. I really didn't like the idea of him tasting it yet I had this gnawing feeling that perhaps it was the right thing to do. Once again Ashok misread my reaction - perhaps not entirely - and thought that his tongue was too much for me to handle. And then he leapt forward, grabbing both my legs and forcefully pushing them apart as I tried in vain to push him away. We both playfully wrestled but in the end he won and latched onto my pussy lips. If Sejal's tongue felt amazing, Ashok's tongue was a complete bliss. I literally shook as his tongue swirled inside my dilated vagina. My pelvis humped against his mouth, which only encouraged him to eat me even more vigorously. Ashok ate for well over 5 minutes and only stopped after I pleaded for him to stop, by which time I had scaled my first orgasm already.

He soon mounted me after wearing his condom diligently. The love making was tender as I was already satiated for that night. It took perhaps couple of minutes but soon his penis sputtered his semen inside the condom. As we recovered, we talked about what had brought about the change in our sex. Part of it was of course due to our first anniversary and his interest in spicing things up and part of it was driven by the conversation between Jai Singh and his close friend that he overheard. Apparently Jai Singh's close friend who was also visiting us at that time raved about how pretty I was and he even suggested that Jai Singh should be marrying me instead of Sejal. To that even Jai Singh elaborated on how pretty I was and how nature had given everything a woman should have to pleasure a man. They talked dirty about how they would give anything to suck on my vagina or even take my behind. This was perhaps the main reason behind Ashok's heightened desire to make out with me. Ashok didn't mention about the strange taste of my pussy; instead he only remarked about how lubricated I was. Neither did he remark about the dilated state of my pussy. At one point, I was worried that Ashok would realize that my pussy felt much more dilated than usual.

When Ashok pressed me for what caused me to get so worked up, I concocted a story that Jai Singh flirted with me on the pretext that I was his Bhabhi and he my Devar (Bhabhi meant sister-in-law and Devar meant brother of one's husband). Even though strictly speaking that wouldn't have been our relationship. Ashok only chuckled and mumbled that he would have expected the same of a womanizer. And when I told him that he hugged me from behind while Sejal wasn't looking, he only remarked that such was the nature of my relationship with him henceforth. Ashok was quite convinced that almost every such (Bhabhi-Devar) relationship was special and given right circumstances something intimate between the two is bound to happen. It didn't have to be actual intercourse but fondling and a little kissing was not unusual. In the same vein, Ashok was suggesting that there was nothing wrong for Jai Singh to grope me or occasionally push his luck and similarly it was appropriate for me to allow him such treats every now and then. Ashok didn't try to dig into what exactly Jai Singh did and hence I felt he didn't quite understand the gravity. I wondered what he would have said if the other two men had done such a thing.

Little did he know that Jai Singh had clear intentions of taking me as his mistress. Hearing some of the banter between Jai Singh and his friend felt good. It was easy for him to bad mouth me but he didn't. That's how I felt at that time. However, years later as I realized that Ashok had some idea about what happened between Jai Singh and myself, I wondered if he really had heard it while Jai Singh was talking trash with his close friend about me. Anyway, early in the morning Ashok woke me up again with his warm tongue pleasuring my vagina once again. I am a deep sleeper and don't get disturbed that easily. After all the hard work the previous day, I really slept very well. The morning session hence was a pleasant surprise. Unlike in the night, I had no reservations and let him eat me out to his heart's content. Ashok pleasured me for what seemed like 15-20 minutes and although I did reach my orgasm, it was rather tender one. Ashok then mounted me and kissing me passionately he stroked me furiously. It was the first time we kissed with our morning breath. Ashok's breath was much better but I wasn't sure about mine. Unfortunately, Ashok couldn't control himself and pulled out his sputtering penis within a minute or so. In the past, I never gave it much thought but over the years I have realized that Ashok really didn't want to ejaculate inside me; he wanted to give Jai Singh's seed a good chance. He may have pushed his luck but his intention was not to inseminate me.

The next day was filled with several sex-interludes. Ashok hugged me on every opportunity and stole a kiss on every chance. The afternoon sex was leisurely and yet again Ashok insisted on eating me and despite my reluctance, he forced me into it and ate me for what seemed like an eternity - it was well over 20 minutes. The intercourse was again furious and strangely he came much too soon. This time he used the condom.

Sejal and I had been trying to talk the whole day but due the presence of Ashok and parents we never really got a chance. She of course was more interested in learning if I had fed him Jai Singh's semen or not. I refused to answer it on several occasions but eventually caved in and told her that it happened but not because I pushed for it. She had a smirk on her face when she learned about it. When we finally got a few moments of solitude, she said, "I knew he wouldn't notice it."

Sejal had become more and more impudent as we exposed our vulnerabilities to each other. Even though I had surrendered myself to Jai Singh for her benefit, I couldn't claim that I didn't enjoy it.

"Jai would love to hear this," she exclaimed.

"Shut up Sejal," I reprimanded her.

"Don't you share such dirty things with Jai Singh," I added.

"If you say so but it would be difficult," she said in her teasing voice, "given that how keenly he is into you."

Her tone clearly conveyed that she was into negotiating and would accede to my request but only if I agreed to what she was about to propose.

"Go ahead - spit it out," I said to her frowning.

"Nothing Bhabhi," she replied calmly, "you know I was thinking you may be feeling very guilty about it."

At that moment, I wasn't feeling much guilty. There was an initial sense of guilt that came from simple act of betraying Ashok but the real guilt I was about to feel a few weeks later when I learned that I was pregnant with Jai Singh's child.

"Since you love Bhaiya so much and care for him - it is understandable," she continued.

"But let me tell you Bhabhi," she added emphatically, "if Jai Singh were to barge in and blackmail Bhaiya with evidence of your afternoon affair with him."

"Then even Bhaiya would surrender to Jai and suggest that you become his slut!"

"I knew to save family's honor he would do it, just the way I did it," I retorted angrily.

"No Bhabhi while your intentions were noble, I am sure his stem from his cowardice."

"Did you know that he gave up on a beautiful girl just because a local goon was in love with her and warned him to stay away from her."

Ashok had cursorily mentioned about his girlfriends but never mentioned this part.

"He had abandoned two girlfriends due to such fears," she added.

"You know Bhabhi," she continued, "I used to think that perhaps I was misreading it but this is true; he is just like father and will not stand up to injustice until his life were to depend on it."

Sejal had developed a hatred for her family - more appropriately a hatred for her heritage and it was perhaps due to this hatred she fell for a man like Jai Singh. She could have found a mild-mannered man like her brother but she had such strong allergy to his character that she latched onto someone on the other extreme. Over the years I learned that Sejal wasn't entirely wrong - her conclusions were correct and maybe that's one of the reasons why my life is quite different from what it could have been. After bashing this topic for a little while - and my surrender in form of silence - she moved on to the other topic that was dearer to Jai Singh.

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"Bhabhi," she continued, "I am telling you even if he had felt strange, he won't say anything."


She was of course talking about the bitter taste that I am sure Ashok would have felt when he ate me the previous night. Without any doubt, I had tasted it, so this wasn't something that I could debate with her. Yet, I tried, "maybe he had something wrong with him yesterday - I am sure he would."

She pushed, "well why don't we find out?"

"How?" I blurted, stupidly and to my utter surprise, she whispered into my ear. Her insidious plan was to unload Jai Singh's used condoms into my pussy couple of hours before Ashok and I slept. I had no intention of going ahead with the plan and flat out refused but as fate would have it on the very next opportunity, Sejal returned with a freshly used condom and suggested that we try it out. Despite my pleading and reservations, she dragged me into our bedroom and made me smell the semen. Even till this date, I remember how worked up I was just inhaling that aroma. It wasn't the aroma per say but my imagination. Sejal caught me at a vulnerable moment and latched onto my lips. Her hand moved to one of my breasts and gave it a good squeeze, which made me part my lips and that was enough for her to push her tongue into my mouth.

Last time there was a sense of revulsion but today I was curious and wanted to experience what it meant to kiss a woman. Apart from her bony structure and her mildly stale breath, everything felt great. She was a good kisser and quite well trained so it was a rather delicate and long one. Breaking the kiss, she whispered, "now hurry - let's do this," and pushed me back on the bed. I was a little ashamed but Sejal had no qualms as she spread my lips with her finger and then scoping his semen from the condom, she pushed her finger inside. She was taking her time and in the process slowly fingering me. Ensuring that the semen seeped deep inside my vagina but at the same time covering my lips with it. This time I pulled in her and kissed on her lips - my hands reached her breasts and I gently fondled them.

Sejal was a petite woman - standing about 5' 2" with a frail build, tiny waist, and apple sized breasts. Up until now I felt that her breasts were quite big but I realized that they were rather small and looked big only due to her small frame. Her looks were quite ordinary but she was fair and had more or less blemish-less complexion. As I played with her breasts, she unbuckled my blouse and unleashed my large melons. She was awestruck by the beauty of my breasts and leaning forward instinctively tried to suck on my teats. It seemed I had surrendered myself to both Jai Singh and Sejal. She whispered, "Bhabhi your breasts are awesome - they can feed an entire football team!"

I blushed deep red but liked her honest comment.

"Jai Singh will do proper justice to these," she said and roughly nibbled on my nipples. She played with me a little whilst teasing and then finished her task of smearing my pussy lips with his semen. Some last remnants of it she dropped in my mouth and even smeared them onto my lips.

After about 20 minutes, Ashok and I headed to our bedroom and a repeat of what Sejal had prophesied happened. Once again, he failed to notice the odor and taste of semen. Just like the new routine he had established for both of us, Ashok spent 15-20 minutes pleasuring me with his tongue. This had become a routine now. Sejal & I orchestrated several such episodes but every time Ashok refused to call it out. Sejal got married within a month after her engagement as both the families understood the risk of delaying it. Still our secret experiments continued until my first trimester had finished and my belly started showing. Soon after Sejal's wedding, Jai Singh started regularly mounting me a couple of times on a weekly basis. Sejal had arranged for this with great care in the evenings after my school hours - I was supposed to be taking tuitions but instead was getting boned by him. And this was in the evening time, essentially 2-3 hours before we hit bed. Ashok never caught anything even though at times I felt that my pussy was too dilated for me to fully feel Ashok.

It was amazing how much my life had changed in that short period of 6 months. Jai Singh may have mounted me only couple of dozen times by then but it just felt that he had been doing so for years. I had practically done everything with him and at least when it came to the actual sex I had didn't have many inhibitions. Sex with Ashok improved quite significantly as well and even though he could never compete with Jai Singh, he pleasured me by eating me for longer durations and on a consistent basis, all the while never even asking me once to fellate him. All the tell-tale signs were present but I failed to see it at that time.

Even though it may seem that I had fully embraced my new life, I constantly felt guilty about it. It was of course Sejal's constant support that helped me get over it and perhaps Ashok's absolute obedience in every regard when it came to sex. He treated me like a goddess and some of it was due to my pregnant state but now I know it was simply because he had learned that my true sexual mate was Jai Singh.

My whole body was transforming - partly due to my pregnancy and partly due to my sexual activities with Jai Singh. My breasts had grown a size due to the constant massaging and kneading. My legs were ultra-strong given the amount of time I spent squatting on them to give him either a blow job or ride him in a cowgirl position. I had gained several pounds and looked much rounded now with a very large belly for 5-month pregnant lady. Mine seemed even larger than the size of Sejal's even though she was practically in the last month of her pregnancy. Around this time, Sejal came back home to deliver her baby. She was still a month-and-half away from the due date but she decided to move early to keep everything safe and in order. Her sexual interest in me had not waned and very soon we had the best kind of sex that was possible between two women. There were no inhibitions, no clothes and plenty of licking and fingering. Anyway, this story is not about us but about the sexual tension between the four of us.

Until then Jai Singh had cuckolded Ashok mostly by sleeping with me outside of our house - except for the one occasion. Things were to change as Jai Singh started frequenting our place on the pretext of spending time with Sejal. Initially, he only stayed for a few hours trying to manhandle me on every opportunity but nothing much came out of it. There was never a moment of solitude for either of us to entertain each other. A few things changed at that time that perhaps paved the path for us. Ashok's parents weren't doing well and living on the top floor of the house just didn't work out for them. We moved them to the downstairs room that we eventually reclaimed from our renters and we ourselves move to their bedroom on top floor. The room next door that was largely underutilized was converted into a guest room, which Sejal decided to take and the front room remained the entertainment room for the four of us. Our parents had a small TV room for themselves downstairs. The middle floor was largely unused but that didn't bother any of us and sometimes was used by Jai Singh and his friends if they visited. Occasionally Sejal and Jai Singh slept there, depending on whether we had a late nighter watching movies or not. After a late nighter, they always crashed in the upstairs room, next to our bedroom.

My mother-in-law particularly was not keeping well and it had become a habit for me to check on her a few times during the night. Even though it meant that I descend and ascend two floors, it was still fine and I did it religiously. I was into my 6th month pregnancy when abruptly I was pulled aside by Jai Singh in the middle of the night during one such excursion. There was no preamble, no talk; he jumped directly into kissing me voraciously. It was around 2:00 am and certainly neither of us were in the most hygienic states. Until then I had always presented myself in the best possible state every time there was a chance of getting together with Jai Singh. While he never cared to reciprocate it, I always felt obliged to keep myself prim and proper for his benefit. It was the first time after an episode of sex with my husband Jai Singh courted me in our own home. As I had explained earlier, when I was around him, my body would always keep me in a ready state to mate with him in a moments notice. That night Ashok and I were done with our sex as usual and in the middle of the night I woke as per my schedule to check on them and on the way back Jai Singh grabbed me. Couple of minutes later, he dragged me into Sejal's old bedroom and took me from behind in standing position. It was 15 minutes of pure bliss as he ploughed into me with all his might. It just seemed as if he wanted to impregnate me yet again. He splashed my vagina with his semen and then forced me to kneel down and clean his penis with my mouth. It was a common practice for me now with him. We soon parted our ways. The next morning like our usual routine Ashok ate me early in the morning and must have surely tasted Jai Singh's semen one more time.

Jai Singh started staying at our place a few times a week and more often than not he would choose the weekend, perhaps even come over by Friday night. He would consistently catch me in the middle of those nights and drag me into Sejal's bedroom. It became so frequent that despite my best attempts, I started anticipating them and preparing myself better for those episodes. As stupid as it sounds, I would keep a stash of chewing gums and pop them into my mouth a minute or two before I headed downstairs to check on my in-laws. The closer we reached to Sejal's due date, the more frequent and consistent our episodes became. Instead of the hurried affair it became an hour-long romp in the bed. Jai Singh wasn't getting much relief from Sejal and hence it became my responsibility to relieve him. Still very rarely did we do twice in a night. My life was a bliss as Ashok never stopped approaching me for sex and made sure that I was pleasured with his tongue for a long time before he mounted me. And then it was followed by Jai Singh later in the night. What else could a woman ask for?

Everything was normal and Ashok never suspected a thing. We both were heavy sleepers and except for my night excursions, things were completely normal. Surprisingly Jai Singh behaved in public and didn't push his luck. It was Sejal, who once again lead me further down into the rabbit hole. In the hospital, soon after delivering her daughter, she said, "Bhabhi thank you for helping with Jai during the last month of my pregnancy."

I blushed and ignored her remark by packing her bag. But she called for me and reluctantly I left my packing and closing the door, sat next to her on bed. Sejal had a difficult pregnancy; her vaginal opening had to be enlarged as her narrow hips made it difficult to pass the baby. Here eyes welled up as she spoke, "you know he likes it more with you than me."

There was a sense of defeat in her voice and I felt bad for her and wondered if I was belittling her in the process.

"I am sorry," I uttered but she stopped me.

"At times I am jealous about you," she added, "but in all honesty he deserves someone better than me; your accommodating nature has given me a new leash of life."

"And selfish as it may sound, I am requesting you to continue this please," she pleaded.

"Sejal, it is not that I haven't derived physical pleasure from this illicit relationship," I admitted.

"But what we are doing is immoral and wrong and the guilt of cheating on Ashok is eating me from inside."

"Bhabhi that's exactly what I wanted to talk to you about," she said, "you don't have to cheat on him."

"I already suspect that he knows and approves of your affair with Jai Singh," she added.

"How?"

"That's impossible," I blurted defensively.

"You are in constant denial Bhabhi," she complained.

"Just think for a moment - if this were indeed true, wouldn't it make your life a lot simpler?"

"How would it make simpler?"

"If Ashok knew about it then the nights Jai Singh stays over, he would abstain from having sex with you and may be eventually even urge you to go to his bedroom," she replied calmly.

"You are insane."

"Maybe but hasn't that introduced you to carnal bliss?"

"Hasn't it introduced you to your feminine side that now craves for his attention and even your womb that craves for his seed."

"Tell me honestly," she continued, "when you enter your fertile period again would you court for his attention or your husband's?"

My eyes lowered in shame and even though my mind knew the right thing to do, my body refused to abide. We both knew that Jai Singh had rocked our worlds. Sejal was in love with him but she also knew that it was her sexual chemistry that tethered her to him.

"Bhabhi you know it very well that it is only your guilt and your love for your husband that makes you hesitate," she continued.

"What are you suggesting Sejal?"

"Bhabhi all I am saying is that you lead the life that nature has chosen for you," she said.

"It was Ashok's fate to be a cuckold," she continued.

"If Jai Singh hadn't done it, one of our relatives would have - it was just a matter of time."

I felt violated and even though Sejal didn't mean to insult me, I was flustered and challenged her immediately, "you just want to believe it that way, who do you think would dare to do such a thing amongst our relatives?"

"Bhabhi you are such an imbecile," she retorted.

"Even though you think otherwise, there are men would get into your pants in no time and as much as you would like your husband to fend them off, he won't," she added.

"Name them damnit!"

She named the folks that Ashok had hinted about taking keen interest in me. It was a shock to me that even Sejal had understood the dynamic pretty well. What bothered me though was that in the list she also included Ashok's father. There was not much of defence left now that Sejal blurted their names. However, I countered her to purposely make her believe that I was completely unaware of them.

"I won't listen to any of your stupid arguments," she finally yelled at me in frustration.

"I wish our positions were reversed," she continued.

"You have no idea how much you could enjoy your life - just imagine the number of men who are willing to entertain you - all you have to do is indulge them."

Sejal had been gradually making me aware of my supposedly privileged position. Women traditionally had shouldered supportive roles; at least ordinary women. Their role was to take care of the family during the day and in the night, play the role of a seductress. It wasn't just but it was the norm under current social structure. To top it off, women had no respite from the daily chores and nightly chores even during their pregnancy. She surmised that daily chores could be overlooked as long as the nightly chores were intensely gratifying. And this she had ensured for herself by marrying Jai Singh. She didn't believe that she truly deserved Jai Singh - she neither had the beauty nor the character to carry the role of his wife. According to her, I would have been a more appropriate choice for him as I was both beautiful and had the character to don the role of his wife. One may wonder why we demand such a high standard for wife of a man who was as good as a cheap thug. Yet, society easily overlooks shortcomings of men but doesn't extend the same kindness to women. Even then I didn't think that I had the right moral upbringing as I had faltered myself; yet she always assured me that with Jai Singh as my husband, I would have had no reason to err.

Just like her brother, Sejal had a nuanced view of life. Not everyone was completely good and not everyone was completely bad. There were always shades of gray in each person's character. She compared women's lives to that of our domestic cattle. A cows sole purpose was to give milk and for that it had to undergo pregnancy at periodic intervals. Bulls don't have much better - many of them are castrated and a select few are chosen to breed large population of cows. Sejal would say that while she was just another cow, I was special, someone who was worthy of raising the future generation of studs. In this regard, she would urge me to mate with Jai Singh and ensure that it is his seed that takes root in my womb.

We left the discussion unsettled. Sejal had clear ideas about subjugating her entire family. She wanted to ensure that Jai Singh inseminated the women of her family. If her own mother could get pregnant, she would have wanted the same for her. To a certain extent I had almost given up in this regard as I really didn't think I could resist him anymore. Physically my body craved for him. Emotionally I felt guilty quite often but Sejal always allayed my concerns and even Ashok would chime in with his tacit approval. Sejal wanted me to completely and openly cuckold my husband. It wasn't enough for her that Ashok lapped our mixed juices from my pussy occasionally. It wasn't enough that Jai Singh would assert his right to impregnate me more often than Ashok. She wanted this to happen in front of Ashok or rather with his approval. The slut inside me was definitely enamored by the idea. Wouldn't it be better to entertain the men that Sejal had hinted about with Ashok's approval? It's not as if I lacked the capability to take care of many men - even if it was required in a single night. Although Ashok never said it explicitly it just seemed that he would be fine with it.

Sejal herself had watched herself carefully during the last couple of months of her pregnancy and this had consequently taxed me more. Not that I was objecting but she was insisting on me continuing my affair even after knowing that I was entering a critical phase of my pregnancy. That night in bed when I reached out to Ashok for attention, he turned towards me and with a hint of concern in voice asked, "isn't it risky to indulge in the 7th month?" I had just entered 7th month of my pregnancy and it certainly was risky but our Dr. had not suggested abstaining from it yet to me. In fact, she said, unless there were complications, any sort of abstinence is not required.

"Why do you think so?"

"Nothing, I don't think it's safe," he responded.

"That would make it difficult," I murmured, not really saying it to him.

"We could kiss and fondle each other," he said. I reluctantly leaned forward and kissed him. Soon we were passionately exploring each other's mouths. Gone was the pretense that abstinence was possible. Very soon the natural process of our love making started with him pleasuring me orally until I urged him to mount me. The only difference was that this time he spent even more time pleasuring me orally and even made me climb on top of his face as he ate me and I leaned back and played with his pecker. After I collapsed back, next to him, I asked, "That was terrific!"

"What about you?" I asked.

"Do you want to fellate me?" he asked, after a moment of hesitation. It was surprising to me that even after six months of oral sex between us - with him performing it on me - he never expressed this desire. I was hesitant at the outset - partially due to my belief that it would brand me as a slut in his eyes and partially due to the nature of the act itself. Strangely, I always took Jai Singh's cock in my mouth and even let him flood my mouth with his semen.

"Come on Ashok?" I said, almost blushing as an instinctive reaction.

"We haven't done such things - I know you like doing it on me but I am not sure we should do it the other way," I replied calmly.

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"Not while I am pregnant," I added. Ashok didn't respond and simply hugged me as if he was trying to cajol me into it. This was the second request he made to me - the first one was allowing him to take me anally. I felt wicked turning him down on both counts while allowing Jai Singh both the privileges. Jai Singh had taken me anally a few times already.


"Let me stroke you," I whispered and then proceeded to jerk him off. Ashok's semi-flaccid penis suggested that he was not enthused with the idea. I nuzzled into him and waited for him to react but somehow he was lost in his own world. Perhaps I should have realized that Ashok was aware of my affair with Jai Singh and perhaps had inclination that I indulged Jai Singh but refused to do so with him. Yet at that time it didn't register. As I nuzzled into him and slowly stroked his flaccid penis, I remarked, "your two favorites visited our bedroom today"

"Who?" he asked.

"You know who," I quietly replied.

It was Ashok who would bring up their topic up until now but this time, I brought it up.

"Anything eventful?" he croaked. I could see that his penis was stirring in anticipation.

"One of them slept in our bed," I whispered, just the place where you were sleeping. It was common in those days for guests to use bedrooms freely to take afternoon naps. He had similarly used our bedroom but the consequences were not natural.

"Really?" he asked.

"Right here, where you are sleeping," I elaborated.

"And?"

"Well," I said, trying to find the right words.

"I found a few white spots in my soiled pantie that was lying there," I said, pointing to the usual place where sometimes I kept my soiled clothes. This wasn't entirely true but I thought exaggerating it would have a better effect on him. And it did. His flaccid penis instantly inflated; there was a sigh of relief for me that the approach worked.

"He jerked off into your pantie?" he said, dumbfounded.

"Imagining much worse," I added.

There were pensive moments of silence and I kissed him and soon mounted him. As he tried to complain, I said, "Just watch."

And then holding his penis against his stomach, I enveloped it with my pussy lips. The effect was great as the friction gave him a feeling of having actual intercourse but without real penetration.

"Are you imagining him doing something to me?" I asked as his breathing quickened. It was not common for me to talk about such things. Even Ashok rarely spoke about them in such a way. He didn't respond and soon ejaculated. We cursorily spoke about that episode. This relative had defintely rubbed his penis inside my pantie but stopped it short of ejaculating in it. Ashok was definitely worked up and cautioned me to stay careful with him. I was surprised to hear that and when I probed further, he said, "You can tempt him but avoid being alone with him."

"Jai Singh has been toeing the boundaries of decency," I remarked as the chapter of the other relative closed.

"What did he do now?"

"The same old - you know," I said.

"When is Sejal returning home?"

"You can't be talking like that," he immediately objected.

"This is her house too and she has every right to stay under the roof," he replied.

"I didn't mean that, just that..." and my voice trailed. Ashok had been dismissive about my complaints of Jai Singh. This always bothered me and even encouraged me to act more slutty with Jai Singh.

"What did he do this time?" he asked me again.

"Nothing."

"Come on - don't sulk over this?"

"He tried to fondle my breasts," I said quietly.

"Oh..."

"Haven't I told you that a few liberties are allowed in this special relationship of yours," he said, keeping an even tone in his voice. Almost as if he found nothing objectionable in Jai Singh's conduct.

"Sejal may be depriving him of such pleasures," he reasoned.

"Ashok," I said in frustration, "stop justifying such indecent acts of other man towards your wife."

"Honey," he tried cajoling me, "I understand your predicament but we are caught between rock and a hard place."

"Jai Singh is rich and powerful and our relationship with him is a delicate one," he added.

"He verbally abuses me often but I disregard it - there is no point picking a fight with Sejal's husband."

"Similarly, I am requesting you to tolerate some of his antiques. Hopefully, the frequency of his visits would dwindle as time passes."

"You don't understand," I complained again.

"It is a delicate balance - not allowing anything would anger him," he said, "and yet at the same time entertaining him even briefly will embolden him."

"Ashok, please handle him, if you don't want anything untoward to happen," I said, giving him ultimatum. It wasn't as if I didn't do it earlier. Ashok was accustomed to it and it just seemed that he didn't care or rather wanted Jai Singh to take advantage of his wife. Next morning, I woke Ashok up again to quench my hunger and after some preliminary kissing, I unceremoniously straddled his face and made him lick me. It was strange that even after our tacit agreement to avoid actual intercourse, Ashok continued to pander to my needs.

Something changed that night. Until then in some or the other way Ashok made me straddle his face a few times but I had never done it of my own accord. I felt compelled to do it previous night and I did that with almost utter regard for his own need of sleep or sex. This had strangely struck a submissive chord in Ashok and the next day I found him prancing around me. We were at home and things were a little hectic in preparation of Diwali and hence I was busy with household chores. Even then finding an opportune moment, we both locked ourselves in our bedroom for a short foreplay but Ashok had other intentions and despite my reservations, he started eating my pussy. It felt heavenly and let him eventually satisfy his hunger and quench my thirst.

"You are so shameless," as I dressed after our brief episode, "eating me in such a state."

"You are tasty no matter what," he replied.

"Oh really?" I teased him.

"No wonder you are into it so much these days," I replied.

"Yes - coming to think about it, I like it mildly stale," he admitted shamelessly. I frowned as he said it. He went onto convincing me, "There is the salty taste that I like and I like the mild musky odor that goes along with."

"Sometimes it is a tad bitter," he added. My heart skipped a beat as I heard him speak but there was no expression on his face apart from genuine excitement.

"So what do you like?" I asked teasing him further.

"Both - as I said, I liked it a little bit stale."

A weight was lifted of my chest or so I thought for a moment. I wondered if he was telling me indirectly that he was aware of my affair. What would it mean? Would it mean that he was knowingly licking Jai Singh's semen out of my pussy? These questions gnawed at me but the mere thought that Ashok wasn't entirely unaware to tasting my pussy filled with Jai Singh's semen pushed me over the edge. If this weren't enough Ashok said the most kinkiest thing as we both left the room.

"The other man," he said referring to the man who slept in our bedroom and the man whom Ashok brought up in our bedroom discussions, "was complaining that you are aloof these days."

"Not socializing would send a wrong message," he said. I wondered what would be the right message.

"Maybe we should install the butt plug the night before he arrives - having it inside you should remind you that you shouldn't shun away from him."

He didn't give me an opportunity to react. This was not the Ashok I married to, I thought. Over the last 7 months, I got introduced to the person whom Ashok had concealed very well. It just seemed that Sejal wasn't entirely wrong about her brother. Yet, Ashok never openly said anything about having actual sex with other men, so I steadfastly continued to carry my guilt forward.

The other person was essentially my brother-in-law; Ashok's cousin. He was just around forty at that time and a father of four children - the eldest one was in his teens and the youngest one was about 3. They still were talking about having yet another one. Our relationship with them was that of love and hate. On the surface things were great but we never invited them over - unless there was a need and neither did they invite us over. They lived in another city, so this was not even practical but I had realized that the relationships were not as cordial between the two families. He was much dark-skinned, even darker than perhaps Jai Singh and that was primarily because his mother was not from our community. Maybe this was was one of the reasons why my in-laws kept a little bit away from them. His wife was pretty good looking but bearing 5 children had taken a toll on her and she didn't do justice anymore to her wedding pictures. She was particularly watchful about her husband's moves and more so when they were in our house. She was bitchy, bossy, and in general a nasty woman. In essence, I never felt the urge to bond with their family. Physically, he was quite tall and well built - almost like Jai Singh; perhaps couple of inches shorter than Jai Singh. You may be wondering who the third person was - he was my father-in-law's younger brother, in his late forties. He was a bachelor - there wasn't anything noteworthy about him but strangely both Ashok and Sejal had mentioned him - may be because he was a bachelor.

Ashok got the opportunity to live the butt-plug fantasy a few days before Diwali. Ashok's cousin visited us due to some work and stayed over at our place for couple of days and during those two days both Ashok and myself were on fire. Ashok kept on reminding me that the butt plug was nothing but his penis and as I imagined it, my body would shiver and convulse involuntarily. The past few weeks, I had been practically forcing Ashok to eat me as there was hardly much of penetrative intercourse. Ashok obliged and diligently used his tongue on my pussy. We also fell into good rhythm where he performed oral sex on me at least twice every night and every other night, I would jerk him off. During the weekend nights, we indulge 3-4 times but a lot depended on the traffic at home. Ashok would also finger me during our leisurely sessions during the weekend nights. This was a time when we could have potentially indulged in verbal foreplay but Ashok would refuse to do so apart from making some comments about one of his three favorite candidates. Rarely did he ever talk about it explicitly while we were having sex.

Strangely even though I was not willing to entertain the new proposal that Sejal had put forward, circumstances paved the way for my acceptance. Invariably, it was me who was urging Ashok for sex the past few weeks. It was as if he had tacitly acceded to Sejal's proposal already. There was a new outlook towards life and to a certain extent Sejal's thoughts had started sinking in and corrupting my moral standards. My mind started accepting the notion that it was natural for men to be drawn to a pretty, young woman. Consequently, I didn't feel outraged when someone ogled at me incessantly. As Ashok encouraged me I almost felt obliged by my persistent admirers - there was an urge to reciprocate their favor. It was apparent to me that while a lot men were interested in pretty, young women, only some had such a keen interest that they pretty much ignored other women in favor of me. The three men that Ashok referred to were drawn to me with such a keen and intense desire. Sejal had added even my father-in-law to that list. I felt that he was drawn to me but he had never overstepped his boundaries. The other-men on the other hand have tried to overstep and push their luck when it came to courting my attention.

I was still at a very early stage of my journey of becoming a slut. Even though I had started enjoying interest of other men and even started fancying them, it was important to note that I only reciprocated their interest and didn't really pursue them. In other words, there were handsome, young, men in our social circle, who showed interest in me every now and then but I never paid attention to them. I had to feel their intense desire and lust for me persistently. Even then my mind didn't real entertain the notions of sleeping with them or even making out with them. I was still preoccupied with innocuous notions of giving them a peek at my feminine assets and debated with the idea of allowing them a grope if opportune circumstances arose.

After a brief hiatus, both Jai Singh and Sejal were back in our life again. It was the first Diwali of Sejal after her marriage and hence it was customary for her to spend it at our place. My Diwali vacation started and Sejal too visited us a little early. As usual after a little bit of quarrelling we settled our differences. None of us had changed our stance but it became clearer that Sejal would very likely have her way. We also indulged each other after what seemed like a long while. Her body had changed quite significantly after her pregnancy - in a good way. She was more appealing to me and it felt great to nurse on her breasts. Breast milk is thin and not that tasty, so I wasn't attracted to it but Sejal had a sweet tooth for it and we swapped her milk during our kisses often.

On the day of Diwali, Jai Singh showed up unannounced just as I started preparing lunch. He made his way to the kitchen in no time and finding me working alone, hugged me from behind. His hands soon crept up to my breasts and gave them a good squeeze as was his nature. I tried to extricate myself but he held me tightly and showered his kisses on my neck. Due to Jai Singh's persistent mauling of my breasts, I, eventually, started melting in his arms. Everyone was at home; I was stunned with his audacity. I had no intention of entertaining him as I was a annoyed by his ungrateful behavior to push the boundaries even further. Yet, my body soon yielded and I turned my face towards him and offered my lips to him. The kiss was smoldering hot as we both had missed each other for almost a month.

"You slut," he whispered to me, "why are you making such a scene?"

Jai Singh referred to me as a whore, slut in the heat of the moment, especially when he clearly intended to use me as one. It was a cue for me to act as one for his benefit. My pussy was dripping wet as Jai Singh continued mauling my breasts.

"You think your husband would object if I told him that you were off limits for him?"

"What can he do anyway with his weenie?"

There was a sense of trepidation at the beginning of our kiss but now it just seemed that none would have objected to it. If at all they would have urged us to move to a bedroom.

"He is my husband," I retorted, breaking my kiss. Jai Singh abused Ashok everytime and since Ashok himself didn't mind, I had stopped defending him.

"If he is your husband ask him to wait patiently - he can use his retirement years to give you quality company," he said, latching onto my lips again. There was a sense of elation as I felt that I didn't have to hide adultery for much long.

"Tell him you need to spend your fruitful years with a breeding bull and mate as often as you can and conceive as often as nature allows you."

I turned around and kissed him voraciously. Breaking the kiss, he whispered gently, "ask him to use his tongue both before and after you have been with the bull."

As we were lost in our world of lust, I heard faint steps of someone approaching. I immediately separated himself from him. It was Ashok, who wanted to have a word with me but Jai Singh interrupted him, saying that Sejal was looking for him. I nervously looked at Ashok and it was clear to him that Jai Singh's influence was not good on his family but he hung his head and left. Jai Singh once more hugged me from behind and started mauling my breasts again. It was so clear that Jai Singh owned us and it became even more clearer that I desired to be dominated by him and in the process have him dominate Ashok. Ashok interrupted us one more time.

"Sejal is not there Jai," he said. We had separated one more time but it would not have taken much imagination to see what was going on.

"What's going on?" he managed to croak.

"Nothin Ashok. Sejal and Kamini had a minor argument over something. I am trying to settle it," he replied.

"What's it?"

"Don't worry. Why don't you pick up my documents from office?" he said and looked at him intently. Again from the corner of my eye, I saw Ashok as he dejectedly stepped out. Ashok had started helping Jai Singh in his business.

"You are such a bluffmaster," I quipped as soon as Ashok left.

"If you want I can tell him that I am romancing his wife instead," he retorted.

After this point, we both passionately kissed each other and rushed to Sejal's bedroom. Jai Singh mounted me immediately and stroked me for only 10 minutes or so before ejaculating inside me. He had to take me from behind as missionary was not possible anymore. It was such a brazen move for both of us. We thought Sejal would handle others at home while we both entertained ourselves. I had amazing orgasms and struggled to keep myself in check. Jai Singh had asserted his dominance and for the first time I was drawn to him at an emotional level. Sejal's indoctrination finally started taking root.

Jai Singh was gone for most of the day after that. After lunch, Ashok cornered me in our bedroom just the way he had been doing lately. On one end, I had started internally justifying Jai Singh's right to breed me and on the other the guilt of an adulterous wife kept on gnawing at me. I tried to make an excuse but Ashok was insistent and after a few futile attempts I yielded and kissed him.

After our brief kiss, Ashok, asked, "Did Jai misbehave with you?"

"What do you think?" I retorted without any emotion in my voice.

"I am sorry but we can't kick him out of our lives," he lamely, pleaded.

"I understand," I wyrley responded, not looking at him.

"I am tolerating it to safeguard Sejal's life and our family honor," I added. Ashok hugged me and soon pushed me onto the bed.

"Not now Ashok," I pleaded but in no time his head was inside my saree. During the daytime we used the aid of a bedsheet or my gown to avoid exposing our genitals to each other. We had seen each other semi-naked but not fully naked yet. His face nestled between my legs and on top of my vagina. It was clear that he must be inhaling the musky aroma of semen and I knew that he won't fuss about it and hungrily suck on our mixed juices. I writhed on the bed as his tongue delicately stroked and licked my defiled vagina. After a minute or so, I turned around and straddled his face, just the way we both had come to like it. He continued licking even after I had orgasm'd within a few moments after straddling him. Yet another orgasm shook my body violently after 15 more minutes. Only then he let go of me.

While a normal person would presume that Ashok was aware of my affair with Jai Singh and also approved of it, I wasn't entirely sure about it yet. I still presumed that he thought that Jai Singh only engaged in horseplay with me and perhaps managed to kiss me a few times but nothing beyond that. Ashok's reaction didn't allow me to interpret it in any other way. What it did allow me was the freedom to entertain the thoughts of accepting Jai Singh as my lover. It supplanted the feelings of a victim and to a certain extent allowed me to handle my guilt. It also made me more favorably disposed towards the three other men that Sejal had mentioned.

In the evening, Jai Singh once again cornered me in Sejal's bedroom. He made his way upstairs from the stairs in the bathroom and climbed up to meet with me soon after my bath and caught me buck naked as I was toweling myself off. After half-hour of frolicking on my bed and my pussy filled with his semen and my mouth smelling of his semen, I descended the stairs and performed the pooja that evening. It was such a wicked thought - something I had never done. By the time the pooja was over, Ashok lead me to our bedroom and voraciously kissed me. My stale breath mixed with Jai Singh's semen acted like an aphrodisiac as he aggressively kissed me and even squeezed my breasts. He then made me straddle his face in the saree and cleaned my messy pussy for another 15 minutes.

[Darksam]

Amidst the festivities and celebrations, Jai Singh gave me his first gift. There was an inconspicuous gold ring that he slide it over my ring finger. It looked well alongside my ornate, wedding ring. He said it symbolized our relationship and for the first time I was introduced to soft side of his personality. After being exposed to all sort of expletives, I didn't expect anything of that sort from him. It didn't fool me though. To him I was a young, beautiful woman offering forbidden fruits that were reserved for the husband. He wanted to ensure that I continued spreading my legs for him and allowed him to sow his oats. Along with it he also gave me some property papers that were for a small shop on the outskirts of the city. The property was transferred to my name - it was his way of taking care of me and his children. I knew that I was gravitating to him both emotionally and physically now. However, Jai Singh didn't need me emotionally; he seemed to have pretty good connection with Sejal as she truly understood him and made concessions for his errant behavior without ever demanding something in return.


My imbecile mind at that time was drawing wrong conclusions and it became apparent to me over the years that just as Sejal was Jai Singh's true lifemate, so was Ashok my true lifemate. He understood my deepest desires even when I didn't quite fathom them. What had changed was my yearning for Jai Singh. My body loved the idea of having illicit sex with him but my mind constantly vacillated between debauched thoughts and guilt emanating from my pious upbringing. My mind started favoring the debauched thoughts more and didn't reel as much from the ensuing guilt as time progressed. I started looking at Jai Singh with lust-filled eyes even when we were in the company of other people. An astute observer would be able to discern this easily. Gone was the paranoia as I quickly acquiesced to his advances and swapped saliva with him. I was comfortable as long as we were alone on the floor and sometimes even when Ashok was in the next room as long as we had Sejal to handle things on our behalf. Jai Singh had mellowed down a little for a moment as we looked into each other's lovingly.

"You are a beautiful woman," he whispered, "there are plenty of men who are willing to be in my shoes and perhaps would also take good care of you."

"Don't forget that it was me, who introduced you to this dark world - mate with as many men as you like but insist on protection," he said. I was shocked to hear Jai Singh say it. I thought he would be possessive about me and won't allow me to entertain other men.

"All I ask is not to waste your 9 months on anyone's worthless seed - neither your husbands nor others."

My body shivered and my face reddened as he put forward such an indecent proposal in a shameless manner. In his previous attempts, he would only remark about such things but putting forward such a request in a point-black fashion made it sound more like a command and not a request. When I didn't respond for a long time he once again prodded me.

"What do you want me to say Jai Singh?" I whispered.

"It is all up to you," I added after a brief pause.

Jai Singh understood that such things were not discussed or debated, they naturally happened. That night Jai Singh stayed over; the plan was to stay until Diwali was over. We hit the bed early and once again I initiated sex. There was not much of pretense as we started kissing and I whispered between my raspy breaths, "Ashok I am so hot today - please eat me - exhaust me."

I straddled his face as soon as our kissing ceased. There was an animalistic hunger that we both were trying to quench. There was no attempt on his part to stop and neither did I try it. All he did was altered the intensity on his licking to accommodate for my orgasms. Ashok incessantly licked me and if it wasn't for me, he perhaps would have continued even further. After a herculean effort of over 40 minutes I collapsed next to him. There was no attempt on my part to even titillate him or fondle his bulge. Apart from kissing, I was mostly on the receiving end. We briefly talked about what kicked our sex life in such a high gear - although we didn't explicitly say it, it was clear that it was the presence of Jai Singh and unabashed pursuing of me.

After an hour or so, I tiptoed out of the room voluntarily and gently knocked on Sejal's bedroom. The door wasn't locked, so I pushed it open and stepped inside. Sejal was sleeping on the other side of the bed along with the baby and Jai Singh sleeping on the side closer to the door. Shamelessly, I kneeled next to Jai Singh and kissing on his lips pushed my hand between his legs. Jai Singh took a few moments to wake up but he quickly realized that it was me and not Sejal. Sejal had seen us more than handful times making out so I wasn't as shy in front of her anymore. Yet, this was different since here I was trying to provoke Jai Singh. It was a first for me. Jai Singh parted his lips for me and I eagerly pushed my tongue into his mouth. My hand made its way into his pajamas. His shriveled penis that refused to swell confirmed my doubts. He perhaps had sex with Sejal while I was making Ashok eat me.

"Sorry my love," he quipped, as I realized this.

"You didn't wait for me," I whispered to him.

"She doesn't need it every day but tonight she felt like it," he replied.

"You didn't take your husband's in mouth, did you?"

I had forgotten to freshen up in my eagerness to meet Jai Singh tonight.

"Sorry my breath is a little stale," I apologized and moved to his chest and took his nipple into my mouth. Jai Singh loved this as I sometimes would nibble on them for minutes. After spending a few minutes, I looked up and whispered back to him, "We don't do that kind of sex."

"Really," he eagerly whispered and pulled me to for another kiss. This was a rather long and languid kiss. My hand massaged his semi-flaccid cock and his big testicles that had captivated my attention from the very first time. Ashok's overall equipment was like that of a boys and the stark contrast between them never failed to fuel my hunger for Jai Singh.

"Does he use his tongue on your pussy though?" he whispered. I blushed as I heard him ask the question. I knew the answer to this question would give him immense satisfaction.

"Yes," I meekly replied and latched onto his nipple once again. His cock was now erect and seemed like ready for another round. Jai Singh was in heaven squirming with immense pleasure as I nibbled on his nipple. My fingers massaged his testicles as if they were trying to coax them to manufacture more semen.

"You don't wash? Do you before letting him eat you?" he asked, pulling my face towards him.

"No," I whispered and kissed him. Jai Singh smirked and said, "you have him under your thumb don't you?"

"Not really. I let him do whatever he likes just the way I let you have your way with me," I replied casually, pulling out his cock from his pajamas.

"You must be joking?" said Jai Singh dismissively.

"He never wanted to put his penis in your mouth?"

There didn't seem a way to protect my fragile ego anymore. Now that I come around believing that Jai Singh had a right to breed me and that Ashok was destined to only raise those kids as his, I found it much easier to accept my fate.

"I refused to do so," I responded calmly.

"I am not into it," I said, trying to rationalize. Jai Singh smirked. I was glad that Sejal sleeping right next to him otherwise he would have done everything to humiliate me and my husband even further.

"I do it only because you like it," I replied, rubbing his knob with my thumb.

"With you I don't feel a need to observe decorum," I added.

"Are you going to waste time or take me now?" I urged.

"How many times as he tasted it?" he asked, ignoring my request.

"Come on Jai Singh," I pleaded. It often felt weird to refer to him as Jai Singh but I had never addressed him any other way. I kept quiet for a few moments but when he prodded me again, I whispered back, "several times."

"You know," he said thoughtfully, "you are the perfect kind of mistress, I had been looking for."

"If I weren't too tired and not as lazy, I would have screwed the living daylights out of you," he replied with a smirk.

"For now, I would suggest that you use your mouth on my cock."

This is how my relationship was with Jai Singh. He never treated woman well and especially so when they were in his bedroom. On the outside he was rather congenial with me and Sejal; more so with me than Sejal but inside the bedroom we were simply two whores who were present to pleasure and entertain him. This was one of the reasons I could never form much of emotional connection with him, even though I felt a need to do so. Physically, I gravitated to him and longed for his touch and perhaps this was also due to his coarse behavior apart from his magnificent equipment.

Jai Singh practically humped my mouth. By then I had become especially adept at handling his onslaught. There was no way Sejal could handle what he was subjecting me to. He flooded my mouth after about 10 minutes. The quantity of his semen was less but still quite more than Ashok's.

Next morning, once again Ashok persuaded me to kiss him and sit on top of his face once more. My stale breath with Jai Singh's semen had a strange allure for him as I learned over the years.

The next day was main Diwali night and according to tradition, lot of families played cards and Jai Singh insisted we do the same. The only difference was that alcohol was also supposed to be served this time around. Even though our family tradition didn't permit such kind of parties, we tolerated it since he was son-in-law. Jai Singh was pretty good at it and Ashok was a novice. I insisted with Jai Singh that he should lose to Ashok in the game of cards as he was already winning in the bedroom. In return, he made me promise that I would play along with his kinky requests. The very first one was to get rid of my brassiere and give a good show to my father-in-law. Jai Singh was explicit about this and said that I had to to persistently do this until could not take anymore and grab my snatch.

Jai Singh started taking advantage of me even during the day and pushed his luck even in presence of Ashok. During the Diwali card game, he kept on manhandling me right in front of Ashok. Fortunately, Ashok was in an inebriated state and didn't take much notice of it. That night soon after escorting a drunk Ashok to our bedroom, I returned to Sejal's bedroom for the kind of session that she had been longing for a while - entertaining Jai Singh together with me. It was much different from the first time. Earlier we both seemed to be subservient to Jai Singh but tonight it was only me who was playing that role. Both Jai Singh and Sejal made me do oral on them as they kissed often during that session. Jai Singh only screwed me taking me both anally and vaginally. It was a long session, well over two hours and I was completely exhausted. After he ejaculated in my mouth, I swapped cum with Sejal.

Jai Singh continued to plough me until very late in the 9th month. My pregnancy was normal; I didn't have the complications that Sejal had fortunately. My daughter was quite tall and extremely pretty just like her mother. Ashok loved her very much and it seemed my fears about him being aware of she not being child were unwarranted. Jai Singh and my affair continued the same way - we mate couple of times a week; sometimes more but nothing much happened overtly. One trend that Jai Singh had set was to see almost immediately after entering our house and make out with him just as a husband would do with his wife. Ashok & I rarely spoke about it but it must have been evident that Jai Singh was only pushing the boundaries of our relationship.

Jai Singh once again monopolized me on our second anniversary. He had proposed to have an outing for the four of us with our babies but I flatly refused as I knew that he would further humiliated Ashok. Although at times I behaved recklessly but my guilt still had a pretty firm hold on me. He fucked me earlier in the evening and later in the night again. Things were becoming clearer as to how our life would evolve.

As soon as my periods commenced, I headed to my parent's place for a little bit of breather. I didn't want Jai Singh to score with me yet again. It was my guilt that didn't allow me to surrender to him directly. I dragged Ashok along with me and even though I made every attempt to have sex with him, he would always find some or the other excuse. Still we managed to have lot of sex during my fertile period and I felt that he would either ejaculate too fast or pull out before ejaculating. Either way nothing seemed right and I had periods again in a month's time.

During my following fertile period, I promptly courted Jai Singh just as a bitch in heat would. He understood and bred me as a bull would, mounting me on every opportunity he got. He stayed over at our place on some pretext and ensured that my pussy was flooded with his semen most of the time. Ashok had stopped making a move whenever there was a possibility of meeting Jai Singh i.e. either he was staying over or spending some time under our roof. It seemed to be an implicit understanding between the two of us. He only reciprocated to my advances during those times. It took no time for Jai Singh's seed to take root once again. Even though I had lost faith in Ashok's ability I did have intercourse with him a couple of times and hoped that he was able to score it this time. It is hard to believe but I even wished he had but looking at my second daughter, it was quite clear that she was Jai Singh's progeny as well.

With each passing moment my respect for Ashok was reducing. Only in retrospect it looks clear to me; at that moment I wasn't entirely sure that anything had changed between us. I still love my husband and have always loved him yet the delicate balance where both sides try to manage and nurture the relationship had shifted in my favor. No longer was I required to apologize, even for my own mistakes. Our relationship was extremely cordial but onlookers sooner or later observed that Ashok as a husband took care of lot of household chores. Ashok took care of our baby a lot more often that other husbands did. It looked particularly awkward when he was doing so that I could spend time with Jai Singh.

Anyway it was the beginning of my slutty journey. Jai Singh was clearly the alpha male in our families and Ashok too the beta role, perhaps even the gamma role as you shall soon learn.

[Darksam]

Chapter 4 - After Alpha Welcome A Beta


All the three - Sejal, Jai Singh and even Ashok had at various junctures steered me on my slutty journey. Around the time of Diwali, a little before delivering my first child, Jai Singh had made it clear that I should seduce my father-in-law. As both Sejal and Jai Singh had mentioned him, I played along. A little bit of background on him should help you understand things better.

My father-in-law worked in a bank until our marriage. He retired a few months after Ashok and my marriage due to my mother-in-law's ailing health. Having just turned 50, he was relatively speaking young and energetic. Compared to Ashok, he was well-built; an inch or so shorter than him but his stout build was impressive. He was good looking - quite fair, just like Ashok and in general always impressed people with his smile. Until Jai Singh started pressuring me into seducing him, I had never thought of him in any other manner. My mother-in-law was of almost similar age as him but she was petite and frail. She was barely 5 feet tall and it seemed both Ashok and Sejal inherited her height along with her general features. Apart from her petite build and frail body, she had tiny breasts that even on her slender body looked small. Sejal had inherited this trait as well but fortunately her breasts where perky and much better fitted to her body frame. The best aspect of Sejal was her slender body and beautiful figure. I envied it for a long time until I learned that while men professed their love for such women with beautiful figure they always lusted after a full bodied woman. At the time when I commenced my seduction, my father-in-law was 51 years old. I had no intention of actively seducing him at that time; I did it only to please Jai Singh.

I served him breakfast for the first time without wearing my brassiere underneath my Khameez during that Diwali. I usually wore Salwar Khameez at home but had also started wearing Sarees occasionally. My dresses were simple - made of cotton and tight fitting as was the norm then. On that day, I was nervous as I took his tray to the dining table. My father-in-law always sat at the head of the table with my mother-in-law besides him but on the side from where I usually served them. This allowed me to flaunt my breasts without worrying too much about other members of the family. The scarf covered my breasts from the front but I arranged them carefully to ensure that he got good glimpse from close quarters. The size of breasts and the droopy shape must have left nothing to his imagination. On top of it occasionally, he got to see the impression of my nipple that was now developing fast due to Jai Singh's efforts. The first time I felt a rush similar to the rush I felt when Jai Singh approached to mount me. As time went by I did this almost involuntarily and had made it a habit to offer this exclusive benefit to him. At the dining table he always got to see my cleavage, my breasts, and even my naked tummy on a consistent basis. My midnight excursions to their bedroom - usually to look after my ailing mother-in-law - also offered several opportunities. On some days, as I would press her feet just as she dozed off, I would let my father-in-law feast on my ripe body in the relative darkness and the solitude of their bedroom. Things became even more interesting as I started visiting her in the middle of the night in my regular nightgown but without any supporting brassiere underneath it.

Returning to Ashok's Journal, there were several entries in his journal for the next year and the year after but not much stood out. They all pointed to his angst and his fate having fallen into such a trap. Interesting tidbits started appearing in the 4th year of my marriage when once again Jai Singh tried to nail me; although I tried to ensure that it was Ashok's child. That year our life changed significantly as I became pregnant for the second time, my mother-in-law passed away due to some complications with her health.

------ Journal Entry --------

January 1991

My mother passed away due to several complications. Although it is an unfortunate event, I am glad that she didn't have to suffer much pain. Things have been unusually slow at our place due to her sudden death. Kamini has helped in taking care of all the chores at home. It's only due to her presence and our daughter's presence my father is recovering from such a great loss.

April 1991

My father has met with a major accident that caused his ankle and shin to be severely affected. He had to undergo multiple surgeries and was recommended prolonged bed rest. It was good that Kamini's school vacation started, otherwise it would have been simply impossible to manage.

Kamini is pregnant with our second child now. It would be hard to say who the father is but this time it just seemed that Kamini tried hard to give me a fair chance. Jai Singh pushed his luck as usual but Kamini tried hard to avoid him during her fertile time as much as she could.

May 1991

The sweltering heat has taken a toll on my father. Finally, the prolonged abstinence and my mother's poor health has created a strange quandary for him. The presence of a young, ripe female has started affecting his resolve. The physical proximity to Kamini due to her assistance with all his activities has made it difficult for him to look the other way. As a dutiful daughter-in-law she has helped him every which way - even with his toilet activities.

July 1991

My father's health has improved significantly and it just seems like a miracle that he is able to walk a few steps with help. The Doctor's have recommended complete bed rest and urged to continue the same care that he has been receiving for the past 3 months. The credit goes to Kamini as she took care of him day and night.

August 1991

One more nail has been put in my fate as a cuckold. Jai Singh had made me one already and it seemed that my father didn't want to be left far behind. Kamini had alerted me earlier in the summer about his errant behavior and that time we both decided to disregard it. A tacit understanding between Kamini and myself made it clear that if something unwarranted were to happen between the two then she would endure it.

November 1991

Kamini had a part-time job as a lover for my father and Jai Singh apart from her full-time duty as the daughter-in-law of the house and my wife, raising our two children. We never spoke about any of her episodes - the episodes with Jai Singh were completely hidden from me but the ones with my father were not discussed based on our tacit agreement. It became clear that his needs would take precedence over mine and when Jai Singh was present he always stood head and shoulders above both of us.

------ Journal Entry --------

My mother-in-law passed away due to some unforeseen complications in her health during my second pregnancy. My father-in-law was incredibly disturbed with sudden loss of his wife and perhaps this was the time when I noticed him take keen interest in me. My incessant flaunting during the past 2 years had certainly contributed to this change in behavior. Not once, however, had he made any unwarranted advance. Things were about to change though. It was perhaps in 5th month of my pregnancy, about 3 months after my mother-in-law passed away. He met with a major accident that almost broke his shin and severely damaged his right ankle. My summer vacations had just started so taking care of him wasn't such a big concern. The first week went by in a flash as he was in the hospital. We arranged for a caretaker to look after him at home - handling personal and intimate activities. I dreaded having to help him in this regard but had to since I was at home. I helped him often with minor chores - lifting him up; supporting him and leading him to the restroom. It was common for my body to be glued to his in the process. Physically I was a strong woman so supporting his weight even in my pregnant state never posed a challenge for me. However, lifting him up and supporting him brought me in so close contact with him that invariably those brief episodes worked me up.

I had been helping him with minor chores, lifting him up and supporting him as he went to the restroom and at several moments he had felt my body and quite often by breasts would crush into his chest as I tried lifting him up from bed. He was an inch or two shorter than even Ashok so I usually towered over him and overwhelmed him in practically every way. Yet I noticed as the weeks passed he would hold me as a man would hold a woman. His body odor would be stale more often than not as he only would get a towel bath but strangely it excited me. Until now, he hadn't gropped but took full advantage of the opportunity presented to him. For instance, when I tried to lift him from the bed, he would purposely make it harder so that I had to embrace him - allowing contact of my breasts with his chest - in order to lift him. If his hand landed on my naked waist as he took support then he would hang onto it until the very end.

It was perhaps in the 5th week of his recovery when things finally started between us. It was Friday night; I had wrapped up my activities downstairs and was about to head upstairs when he called me into his bedroom.

"What is it Babuji?" I asked. I referred to him as Babuji, a term usually used for an elderly person.

"Kamini, I need some help," he seethed in moderate discomfort.

"Yes Babuji," he asked.

"I need to pee," he said.

Up until last week the nurse was practically present 24 hours at our place; barring a few hours of break she had to take for attending to her personal chores, she always took care of him but now it was getting expensive and he was able to get up - with help - and manage his affairs. However, he seemed to be reluctant that evening to get up. Understanding, his need, I said, "let me get the bottle for you."

We had been using a rather old-fashioned approach to take care of his need to urinate - an old milk, glass bottle that had a wider opening and could easily allow for one to insert their penis in during urination. These bottles were quite common back then. I handed it to him and was about to leave when he whispered, "you need to help Kamini."

Nervously I stood there and thought for a moment before blurting, "let me call Ashok to help."

"Don't," he interrupted, "I don't want to feel naked in front of him."

"Besides haven't you noticed that not once did I ask him for help all these days - it was only the nurse helping me."

I reluctantly walked towards him.

"Close the door and switch off the light," he said as he undid the knot under his blanket. It was dark in the room but the light emanating from the other room provided some illumination - just enough to make us out as silhouettes. I bent forward with the bottle, allowing him to place his penis inside the bottle himself. After a little while, he whispered, "it is not working."

"What?"

"Not going inside," he said after a moment's hesitation.

"Can you help?" he uttered nervously.

The room was silent as we both wondered if it was the right thing to do. Finally, I made up my mind to help him and reached to grab his penis. He guided me holding my hand and to my utter shock I found he had a stiff erection. As I tried to retreat my hand, he pulled me towards him, which made me sit on the bed.

"What's the matter?" he seethed, in agitation.

"Haven't you touched one?"

"Or is it different than Ashok's and Jai Singh's?" he added.

"Babuji what nonsense are you talking?" I said raising my voice and tried to extricate myself from him but he had held my hand in a vice like grip.

"Who do you think you are fooling?" he interjected.

"Ashok has to be blind to not realize it. If both your mother-in-law and I have realized it, do you think he doesn't know?"

"I didn't know that my son would be a cuckold," he said pulling me towards him with his hand on my waist, "but if he is then why should I be deprived of the treat."

"Don't make a scene," he said sternly. I settled myself on the bed. My hand gently holding his penis that was as stiff as that of an youngsters. As my mind tried to place his size amongst the penises I was familiar with, I realized that he was smaller than Jai Singh but seemed to be considerably bigger than Ashok. Ashok's penis even in erect state should be able to enter the bottle as I recalled and even as I tried, Babuji's didn't enter it. Babuji was much thicker than Ashok, enough for me to take notice of it and at the same time a little longer, perhaps by an inch and half or so.

"It is too big for it," he whispered, "but should fit perfectly in your twat."

"Babuji you are embarrassing me," I mumbled but he ignored my remark and slowly made me stroke his penis. I was already convulsing with another orgasm the moment it dawned on me that yet another man had procured the rights to breed me. By the signs of his stiff, thick penis I had no doubt that he could certainly pleasure his daughter-in-law.

"Babuji, this is not a good time," I said, gulping my saliva, "Ashok can catch us any time."

"Tonight then," he said and pulling my face closer to his mouth, gently kissed on my cheek. There was a mixture of fear and excitement. His lips lingered on my check as hand slowly crept up my waist and massaged my breast.

A big weight was lifted off my chest as soon as he let me go. I was already sleeping with two men and now even my father-in-law wanted to make me his slut. His words, however, about Ashok being aware pinched me the most. Was he really aware? Did he arrange for my affair? Would he want me to conceive from Jai Singh? Such thoughts floated through my mind. My libido was in hyperdrive now. Sex with Ashok was quite intense and I really made him eat me for more than half-hour on that occasion. I inspected Ashok's penis carefully before having intercourse that night to confirm that it wasn't just my imagination that his father was much better endowed. My mind constantly riveted towards Ashok's father as I imagined how he would mate with me and make me his slut. Neither Jai Singh nor Ashok had the kind of opportunities that my father-in-law had due to his presence at home all the time. He was just 53 at that time and hence I didn't think of him as a lost cause. I wondered what kind of approach should I take. Should I pretend to be demure or should be over aggressive or just my usual self? Should I court him tonight or tomorrow? It wasn't just about sex - he was also my husband's father. So, I had to be watchful of what I said and how I behaved. I drifted to sleep with these thoughts in my mind and just like a clock work, I woke up at about 2:00 in the night; the normal time when I did my night excursion to check on him. I had been doing it for almost 3 years and usually at this time Jai Singh would intercept me. My whole body would prepare me for a potential session at this time - almost in a pavlovian response. The only difference this time was that I freshened up my mouth a little before heading downstairs. Ashok was a heavy sleeper and he knew that I habitually checked on his parents, so I didn't worry about him interfering.

My father-in-law was generally speaking a nice and soft-spoken person. He rarely ever raised his voice and his relationship with his wife and children were of cordial nature. Ashok had always shown appreciation for what his father did for him. Sejal, of course, frowned upon the genes she inherited from him. He had a strong tendency to avoid conflict and hence acceded to his wife's needs most of the time, which meant she had a rather dominant role in their relationship. Sejal inherited this dominant trait from her mother, along with her frail physical characteristics while Ashok inherited the non-conflict oriented personality from his father - or rather cowardly tendencies - along with physical traits of his mother. My father-in-law stood about 5' 4" or so, I believe Ashok was about 5' 5" or so, although he claimed to be 5' 7" as tall as I was. I was 5' 8" - much taller than him but never countered him. I wouldn't have been surprised if my father-in-law was just 5' 3". My mother-in-law was the shortest in the family and perhaps was just shy of 5'. His health was generally better than my mother-in-laws but not as good as it could have been. He was a little overweight but largely his physique was rather stocky, which made him look even shorter than he was. He was fair and had pretty good features with large black eyes and a thick mustache that had started greying.

As I descended the stairs, I checked my attire, which was rather modest - a homely nightie that tightly hugged my body, especially my breasts and butt, made of cotton. The nightie had breast flaps that allowed access to my breasts for feeding the little one. I had mostly done away with brassieres whilst at home due to the constant need to feed our daughter. I checked my breath once more as I turned into the main room downstairs. It was strange that not once did the thought of persuading my father-in-law otherwise came to my mind. It was a foregone conclusion that our affair was to commence. The thought of Ashok learning the secret sooner or later also ran through my mind but after having had such a torrid affair with Jai Singh for almost 3 years, I didn't think much would change. Jai Singh had been out for past few weeks, so my body was craving for sex and as a consequence it was easy for me to succumb to my father-in-law.

My father-in-law was sleeping in the inside room; as I tiptoed into the room I noticed some movement in the bed. It seemed he was awake or perhaps my movement woke him up. He grabbed my hand and whispered in his groggy voice, "Kamini are you here?'

"Yes Babuji," I whispered back.

"Go close the door and come," he said as he tried to make space for me in the bed. As I turned to close the door to the room he was in, he commanded, "the outside one."

"Turn on the night light," he commanded as I turned back after closing the entrance to the main room. The faint light emanating from the main room filtered into the bedroom, illuminating it barely but our eyes had adjusted enough to take advantage of the light. He reached out to me and I offered my hand. Gently he pulled me towards the bed. I sat on the bed and wondered if what we are about to embark on would destroy our family.

"Babuji," I whispered. He waited for me to speak. There was no eagerness from him; his hand comfortably holding my wrist.

"What we are doing could break our family," I nervously said.

"Bahu," he said. Bahu meant daughter-in-law in Hindi language.

"Your marriage is already on unstable foundation. Your affair with Jai Singh should have shaken your relationship with Ashok already but somehow his love for you is still strong."

"He could swallow his pride perhaps," he continued, "but it is difficult for me to do so."


"If a woman from this family needs sexual relief then the men from this family have to take care of her."

"Babuji," I interjected, "you misunderstand me."

"I did it to save Sejal's life."

"I believe you and truly sympathize with you," he assured me and gently massaged my hand.

"But I am a man - my ego doesn't allow me such sympathy. How can this man come and mount our woman when we don't get such a chance?"

"Babuji," I said leaning forward and laying my hand on his chest, "please don't misinterpret my reluctance in any other way - I am incredibly worried about the impact of this on your relationship with your son and our family."

"That's very thoughtful of you Kaimini," he said after a long pause.

"It took me a long while to suggest it as well," he continued, "but the way I see it, Ashok perhaps likes having his wife mounted by other men."

"Do you know what I mean?" he said in his sincerest voices. There was a kind of amazement as he spoke about this.

"If you think, he doesn't know then you are naive."

"If Ashok truly doesn't know then perhaps he is the naivest husband in this universe."

"So, listen," he said, tugging on my hand, "it is perhaps your destiny." He pulled me towards him and I laid down next to him on my side facing him.

"Nature has given you such a unique opportunity - to experience sex with multiple men. And she has bestowed you with the beauty and libido to make it a reality then why hesitate?"

His hand moved to my stomach and slowly moved upwards gently caressing my breasts. He was laying on his back and couldn't really move due to his injured leg. It was his right hand that made its way to my left breast. My breathing had quickened. His hand gave a gently squeeze to my breast.

"Kamini," he whispered to me as he tried to shift closer to me, "you are just like Menaka - an apsara (fairy) - from the heavens whose sole purpose is to pleasure men." There wasn't any kind of condescence in his voice - it was pure admiration for me.

"Your body is so perfect - just the kind to raise a large family."

"Your body odor is so heavenly," he whispered as he tried nuzzling into me. My hand resting on his chest was gently massaging it and playing with the hair on his chest. He wasn't smelling his best and did have mild pungent body odor but due to my constant contact with him in the past few weeks, I had become accustomed to it.

He gently guided my hand to his pajamas and let me feel his penis over his pajamas. It was already inflated but not as stiff as it was in the morning. Yet it still felt substantially bigger than Ashok's.

"Do you want this Kamini?" he whispered, breathlessly, as he made me massage his penis. I kept silent and focused my attention on his penis that was growing each passing moment.

"Feel it," he said as he untied his pajamas and let my hand slide into his underwear. It felt warm and nice; his penis was sizeable and even though I was accustomed to Jai Singh's size, I wasn't disappointed - on the contrary, it piqued my interest.

"How does it compare to Ashok's?" he asked with unabated breath.

"Babuji," I blushed as he asked.

"Come on Kamini - don't be afraid, speak your mind?" he encouraged me.

"Even if you think Ashok is larger than me - don't hesitate to say it."

"No Babuji," I nervously, interrupted him.

"Is he larger?" he asked confused with my response.

"No," I responded with a little bit of trepidation.

"No?"

"Of course not," I added blushing again. Babuji had no clue of where he stood in the equipment department. Before my marriage, I wouldn't have guessed it as well but equipment sizes vary and are not necessarily related to physical dimensions. In my experience they were more closely linked to the size of hands and feet. Men with larger hands and feet, regardless of their height generally had larger sized penises.

He seemed to be relieved.

"Mother-in-law was lucky to have you as her husband," I remarked as I gently massaged his penis. It lost a little bit of stiffness as we started indulging each other in leisurely manner.

"She never thought so," he remarked dejectedly.

"Why?"

"She was scared about my size - it hurt her most of the time."

As explained earlier, she was a petite woman, very thin, short, and frail. Her two deliveries were quite difficult as her vagina couldn't expand enough to let the babies through. Doctor's had to make cuts in the vagina to allow for it.

"It was difficult to have sex with her - apart from our first 10 years of our marriage, we didn't really have much of sex. In every 5 attempts, she would allow sex only once," he clarified.

"It's okay Babuji," I whispered, moving closer to him and gently kissing on his cheek.

"You have me now and I won't turn you down ever," I added, to even my surprise.

"You can have me every which way."

"I wish we had started on this earlier," he said with a sigh, "I am not getting any younger."

"It's ok Babuji, it is never too late for such things. I am young and you have lot of time to enjoy my youth," I said and moved very close to him. My breasts were crushed against his arm now and my face right next to his with my lips brushing against his cheek. I felt a surge in his loins as I exhaled on his cheek.

"Kamini do you folks kiss?" he asked in an innocent manner.

"Yes Babuji," I responded without thinking about it.

"You mean like the way you are kissing me now?"

"Or with lips against each other?"

"With our lips," I replied.

"A real French kiss?" he asked in amazement.

"Would you kiss me that way?" he asked without giving me a chance to interrupt. It was clear that Babuji was aware of a French kiss but didn't do it with my mother-in-law. The older generation wasn't particular about their oral hygiene so this indeed was considered to be a strange ritual. Things were changing, however, and I had been kissing right from day one of our marriage. Even with Jai Singh, I entertained him the same way; although quite often his oral hygiene was questionable.

I supported myself on my forearm and leaned forward towards his lips.

"Not now," he interrupted, "need to clean up first."

"Oh Babuji," I almost pleaded, "I have cleaned up my mouth before coming down to you."

"Not you," he whispered, "you are as fresh as rain. I need to clean my mouth."

In some ways, I had started falling for my father-in-law. Jai Singh had kissed me so many times with his foul breath that I had almost forgotten about it. I always took care of my breath and used a mouthwash or brushed my teeth before going to bed. It was only with Ashok that I let my resolve loosen a little bit. Jai Singh was such a spoiled brat that even when I evaded his kiss, he would forcefully kiss me and push his tongue into my mouth. His presence had brought forward my subservient tendencies and even with my father-in-law I felt that strong urge to let him have an upper hand in our affair.

"Sure Babuji," I whispered back, my lips gently hovering over his, "I will have a mouthwash in the downstairs bathroom - you can use it before going to bed."

My lips puckered and I offered him a soft kiss. His breathing was ragged as he tried to inhale my aroma. His lips gently parted and I felt a hint of his stale breath but that didn't unnerve me. The trick was to ensure that the breath didn't directly hit your nostrils and the best way of doing that was to seal his mouth with yours. I did just that and flicked my tongue between his lips. He seemed to be in heaven for a moment and then with an animalistic hunger he held my face pushing his tongue into my mouth. His hand moved to my breast and started squeezing and massaging it. I lifted myself up, allowing him better access to my breast while playing a tongue duel with him. After playing for a minute or so aggressively, he returned to his normal way and started kissing me as gently as he could. It was as if he had conquered his insecurity - of making out with such a damsel.

"Thank you Kamini," he said as we separated after our intense kiss. The kiss seemed to have lasted for an eternity and I had practically slobbered all over his mouth.

"Babuji don't worry about such things," I replied, "we can't be in hygienic state all the time but if we observe good hygiene then it allows for experimentation."

"Your breasts are so soft and so full," he whispered as he gently fondled it.

"Do you still have milk?" he asked

"Or is it just for giving comfort you feed the little one?"

"Not much was left couple of months ago but I noticed that my body has started producing milk but in much smaller quantity."

Then without him making a request, I opened the flap and offered my breast to him by kneeling astride him. Soon the other flap came undone and both of my breasts were hanging freely down, drooping towards his face. He eagerly kissed on them and nibbled on my nipples. After satisfying himself by exploring the full surface area of my breasts he finally honed in on one of the teats and started his sucking. There was a familiar feeling but far more intense. Even Ashok didn't suck on them as hard. Within couple of minutes, I noticed that a thin stream of milk started trickling down into his mouth.

"Ah," I moaned as his sucking started stimulating my breast; it felt incredibly erotic. He was intensely aroused and wouldn't let go of my breasts even after 5 minutes. I was kneeling astride him like a cow allowing him to milk me as much as he wished. His hands were gently stroking and squeezing the breasts as he alternated from one breast to another. His tongue swirled around my nipple as he took a breather from his sucking and then his teeth would nibble on them pushing me even closer towards the edge. I had started incessantly moaning after couple of minutes. After I pulled away from him. He pleaded, "Kamini let me savor them more."

"No Babuji they are already sore, you have abused them enough for one night," I said blushing.

"Let me lick your pussy then?" he breathlessly uttered. I was surprised with him making such a request but I guess he was getting comfortable with me.

"Not today Babuji," I responded.

"Why?"

"Please let me," he pleaded.

"Babuji I am not clean there - Ashok has cum in me tonight."

"Oh..."

"We should not waste much time," I whispered and straddled his waist, lining up his stiff penis against my pussy. I was soon to learn if yet another man was better equipped than my husband. Ashok and I had sex only 3 hours ago; if I could feel his father then that does indicate he is much better equipped than Ashok. I was sure that he was better equipped but strangely I sometimes suspected that it was only mind that played tricks. My well lubricated pussy didn't have much difficulty in allowing entrance to his thick penis. As my pussy walls gripped to it, I realized that he indeed was larger. He was in heaven as I bobbed up and down taking good care that I didn't hurt his right leg. My pussy muscles were working as usual creating the usual sucking grip that always drove Jai Singh crazy but it was simply too much for my father-in-law as he sputtered his semen within 2 minutes. I was a little disappointed but not surprised.

"Oh Kamini," he exhaled as he held onto my waist and shot his semen in great spurts that seemed to hit my cervix. His penis convulsed at least half dozen times lathering the inner walls of my pussy with his semen. I didn't have much doubts about his virility anymore; even though he came much sooner, which could be easily attributed to his lack of recent experience. I collapsed on top of him catching my breath. He apologized, "I am sorry Kamini. You are simply too hot for me."

After catching my breath, "I whispered back. You did much better than your son for your first time with me." I collapsed next to him and in stupefied state I blurted to him, "Babuji honestly speaking I would prefer to sleep with you rather than Ashok!"

I wasn't sure if I had meant it at the time. Yet over the years I did realize that the woman inside me had really meant that.

"Do you want to try it again in the morning?" he asked. I smiled and gently kissed on his lips and said, "let's see." Amused at the sheer determination of a 50+ year old man, I ascended the stairs. His semen kept on leaking into my pantie and had made it soggy wet. I threw my pantie into laundry basket and donned on a fresh one. Basking in the glory of my so-called climax, I dozed off to sleep. Even though I hadn't really climaxed, I was intensely aroused by the episode and was glad that our chemistry seemed to work out.

Early in the morning, Ashok woke me up sensually as he tried to caress my body and grind his pelvis behind my butt. It was the 4th year of our marriage but our bedroom activities were quite intense and happened with alarming frequency. By that time I had established myself as the important person in our relationship and definitely had an upper hand. Ashok had made it his duty to pleasure me as much as he could, which of course meant spending a lot of time eating me. This morning, however, I wasn't as much in mood and preferred to catch up on my sleep but Ashok wasn't going to take no for answer. Soon he moved between my legs and started kissing my pantie covered pussy. I was still half-asleep but since this was not something out of the ordinary, I let him continue. By the time I was fully awake and realized that Ashok might be tasting some of his father's semen along with his own. I had crossed this bridge a long while ago by feeding him Jai Singh's semen but perhaps in the 3rd year of his marriage he developed this strange fetish of going down on me the next day morning even though he had cum in me earlier in the night. As strange as it seems my efforts in dissuading had been futile. At this juncture, I had stopped bothering about the state of my pussy. The only precaution I took was to wipe down the excess semen but never really bothered cleaning it thoroughly. A few moments later I climbed on top of him and offered unfettered access to my pussy. Ashok was now used to this position, given that I used it at the times when I was incredibly horny and clearly indicated that I cared for my pleasure at that moment and that his came a distant second. Soon after he ate me for what seemed like 15 minutes, I rode him for another 5 minutes and let him ejaculate inside me again. He dozed off again soon after that. It was about 5:30 or so in the morning and my father-in-law's request made me wake up.

I didn't waste much time and took my morning bath and did the pooja. It was very early, so the whole house was quiet except for my activities. I chose to wear my regular nightgown that sometimes I wore during the weekends when we weren't expecting any guests. By the time, I was done with my morning chores, it was 6:30 in the morning. And then descended downstairs to check on my father-in-law or rather to entice for yet another round. My father-in-law was not a heavy sleeper and after calling him couple of times he woke up. Rubbing his eyes he took in my fresh, well rounded body and asked, "What it's it Bahu?"

"Bahu" meant daughter-in-law in our language. I didn't respond immediately but let him take my picture in.

"You were saying something about tasting the honeypot," I gently mumbled. His eyes lit up as he heard that and his lips curled in a smile.

"Bring it on," he said. Demurely, I climbed on the bed and sitting astride his chest, I lowered my pussy onto his eager mouth. His tongue gave it a few tentative licks before plunging to the depths. I had taken special care it to clean it thoroughly. Just like his son, he was voracious at eating me. I had to climax before he let go of me. It didn't take long though - much less than 10 minutes - may be because I was incredibly excited. I rode him soon after that and once again he came quickly but lasted a few minutes longer than previous time. We didn't talk much this time and preferred to focus on our sexual activities with the intention of wrapping it up quickly.

Soon after - finishing with my other chores - I headed to wake Ashok and he pulled me again on bed and proceeded to make out with me. As strange as it sounds, I indulged him and I found myself straddling his face yet again and this time with his father's fresh semen dripping down. Perhaps 45 minutes had passed between the time he ejaculated and Ashok commenced eating my pussy. Once again, Ashok ate me as diligently as he ate other times without once objecting to it. I was almost certain that Ashok knew about my activities but maintained the decorum of our relationship. It wasn't as if he was upset with me; he still loved me as dearly as he did it earlier but when it came to matters of sex, he seemed to have taken a secondary role. He pursued me for sex and initiated sex most of the time but the objective had always been my pleasure and not his.

The next day there were two men who were constantly vying for my attention in the house. Ashok's libido would be in a hyperdrive every time I was near any virile man. It seemed he was compelled to prove his own virility to me in his own way. It happened at such a subtle level that I could only say this in retrospect. My father-in-law was squirming in anticipation as I cleaned up his room that morning. Our eyes met several times and I blushed as he conveyed his intense desire for me. When I helped him to pee that morning, his hands caressed my milky white waist and his lips blew gentle kisses on my neck. In the bathroom, when I was ushering him in, he gently suggested that I help him by taking his penis out. Just then I heard Ashok come downstairs looking for me.

"Ashok wait, I am helping Babuji," I said as Ashok tried to come in.

"It's okay Ashok. I am almost done," I said. I noticed him stop and turn on the TV in the ground floor room. We sat there sometimes to watch the TV to give company to my father-in-law, although we had a TV upstairs as well. I was standing on the doorway of our bathroom while he was leaning against the wall, right next to the door. Hesitantly, I unbuttoned his pajamas and pulled out his semi-rigid penis. There was a sigh from him as I held it and pointed it towards the urinal for him to pee. From the corner of my eye, I could see that Ashok was engaged in the TV. When I looked at my father-in-law, he had a mischievous smile as his hand moved from my naked waist to my breasts.

"Babuji," I whispered to him, "Ashok is right in the next room."

His mind was, however, filled with lust for me. I noticed as his urine reduced to a trickle, it started swelling. I briefly entertained the idea of bending down and taking his penis into my mouth. He was my father-in-law and I definitely didn't want him to think of me as a downright slut. He had other ideas as his squeezing became aggressive and eventually he started massaging my nipple but grabbing it was next to impossible with two layers of covering. With every passing moment, his penis increased in size and eventually I peeked at his penis. It was like Ashok's - quite fair in color but larger than his - at least it looked so. It looked quite pretty nestled comfortably between a graying patch of hair. His testicles were droopy and larger than Ashok's. He pulled me closer to him and despite my apprehensions of getting caught my body wanted to entertain him. He necked me as I looked towards Ashok. He seemed to be engrossed in the TV. He could have spotted me bending down but could not have possibly seen much.

"Oh Babuji," I moaned as he kept on squeezing my breasts aggressively. Just like Jai Singh he was besotted by them.

"You got to be patient Babuji," I whispered in his ear, trying to disengage myself from him but he was not in a mood to let go of me.

[Darksam]

"Ashok, can you please get a clean towel from upstairs?" I hollered to Ashok. He stood up mindlessly and headed upstairs. I latched onto my father-in-law's lips and kissed him voraciously. He was delirious and seemed to be losing his balance quickly. I stopped it and whispered to him, "Babuji we will have plenty of opportunities - please control yourself."


Ashok returned as I buttoned his pajamas and escorted him back to his bed. As I stepped out of the room, I instinctively smelled my hand. That odor excited me and I calculated how and when to be near to my father-in-law without making it apparent. Post lunch, Ashok dragged me to our bedroom and we made out with him mostly eating me. This time I jerked him off to ensure that he wouldn't bother me until it was night time. Ensuring that he was satisfied, I excused myself saying that I will check on my father-in-law. Strangely, Ashok said that he would watch some TV downstairs and accompanied me. I didn't know what to do but made my way to my father-in-law's room with our daughter. Ashok was satisfied for the moment and comfortably sat downstairs watching TV. I sat by my father-in-law's bedside taking my daughter into my lap and started feeding her. With one hand I started pressing his legs; this is something I had done every now and then. My mother-in-law always liked when I did it to her. My aim today was more towards his upper calf and thighs; his ankle was still sore.

Babuji whispered to me, "why is Ashok here?"

"I don't know Babuji," I softly whispered and scooted closer to him.

"Can he see us?" he asked.

"No Babuji," I whispered and under the covers, slide my hand up to his thigh. His hand reached up to my breast and tugged onto the blouse that was still buttoned up. My daughter was suckling on the other breast that I had popped out for her.

"Ashok can you please pull the door?" I asked my husband. Babuji's hand immediately retreated back into the blanket. Ashok peeped in for a moment as I was pressing his legs.

"You are disturbing him," I whispered to Ashok. He pulled both the doors close but I asked him to keep the other one open. It allowed me to keep an eye on Ashok. I unbuttoned my blouse as soon as he stepped out and smiled as my father-in-law understood the implication.

"Bahu," he called me, "I want to see your breasts." He had tasted them earlier but he had not seen them in the darkness. I cursorily looked at the door and slowly removed the part of saree that was covering my breasts. His eyes were glued to my two melons. I was fair like my mother-in-law but my breasts were humongous, in comparison to hers. Now that I was breastfeeding my daughter and already pregnant with second one, my bustline had increased even further. There were a few bruises primarily due to the morning routine he had subjected me to. My hand made its way to his crotch and I delicately cupped his testicles. He let out a moan as I delicately massaged them, gently squeezing on each nut.

"They are beautiful," he whispered, his eyes full of admiration. His hand reached to one of them and gently caressed them. He circled my areola with his index finger and took hold of my nipple between his thumb and index finger.

"They are for you Babuji," I moaned as he twiddled my nipple. My hands were mostly massaging his testicles all the while he was feasting on my breasts. I touched his penis cursorily a few times but mostly my attention was on them. He took notice of it and asked, "You seem to fancy them?" and looked towards my hand's under the blanket.

I quickly moved my hand away but then slowly massaged his thighs and then eventually took his taut penis in my hand.

"They are not like Jai's right?" he asked.

"I mean not as big as his, right?"

I leaned forward and assured him, "Babuji every man is different; it is not a woman's place to judge them."

"Your testicles," I whispered in my hoarse voice, "are sizeable and I am only massaging them to encourage generation of more semen."

"Still men from this family somehow fall short," he quipped, dejectedly.

Unlike Ashok, my father-in-law was emotional and looked down upon himself and his son.There was a sense of inferiority; whether it was due to his diminutive stature or my affair, I never could fathom. Ashok was comfortable with his shortcomings; in fact I had started to feel that he would have preferred his wife sleeping with other men, even if he was well equipped and quite good in the bedroom.

"No Babuji - it's not true. I love Ashok very much and don't think my affair has anything to do with his deficiencies," I said, trying to alleviate his concerns.

"It was only to protect Sejal," I added.

"I don't know why but it just seems my loins are on fire," he added.

"That should not be a mystery at your age, Babuji," I sensually whispered. He looked at me lovingly. His hand once again moved to my breast and this time he directly grabbed my nipple and tugged on it. My vagina started lubricating and I just wished that Ashok was not home.

"Do you fancy me?" he asked, waking me from my reverie.

"Not the way I fancy Ashok but yes I find you attractive," I said carefully weighing my words. His thumb and index finger pinched my nipple even more as I said this to him. My hand eventually became fully active as I stroked his penis intently. His parched lips conveyed his desire to kiss me but it was my mind playing tricks as he needed a glass of water more than my lips. I buttoned up my blouse and asked Ashok to take the baby back to our room. As soon as he stepped out, I started lifting my father-in-law and this time I had clear intention of arousing him. I embraced him with my uncovered breasts and hugged him tightly, letting them crush into his chest. I offered him the glass whilst supporting him. As I heard Ashok ascend the stairs and my father-in-law finished the glass of water, I sealed his lips with mine. I kissed him with a passion that rivaled his for mine. He grabbed one of my breast and gave it a tight squeeze. We behaved like teenagers waiting for Ashok to leave the area so we could quickly make out. My kissing was so voracious and passionate that all my pretension of not making him think of me as a slut was gone. Quite clearly this would not have been possible anyway. The hunger for each other was evident that it was only Ashok's approaching steps that stopped us. We had been kissing for 5 minutes or so.

"Babuji," I said breaking the kiss, "don't hesitate to call me whenever you need such attention."

"Please be watchful of Ashok's presence though," I said and helped him lay down.

He did not hesitate in asking for what I had promised him. The very same day within a few hours, we perhaps kissed each other half-a-dozen times. These lasted few moments often and definitely not more than couple of minutes but they were quite deep kisses. I felt like a young girl once again. I had always taken good care of my breath throughout the day as there were plenty of times when one of the two men courted me. With my father-in-law, however, everything moved up several notches. There were times when I felt the urge to kiss and sometimes when he felt the urge to do so. It was not uncommon for us to steal such kisses a dozen time at least in a day.

That night after our preliminary foreplay, I straddled Ashok's face and rode him for half-hour. It was apparent to him that I was in incredible heat and needed relief. Once again, apart from gently fondling his penis, I didn't do anything that night. We both slept blissfully afterwards. Middle of the night I cursorily freshened up and descended to entertain my father-in-law. He seemed to be blissfully asleep.

"Babuji," I called him, waking him up by gently pressing on his shoulder.

"Bahu," he said.

"Is Ashok asleep?"

"Yes Babuji," I said. He was thoughtful to have already made place for me on the bed. I slid next to him and covering myself with the bedsheet he was he using. I nuzzled into him and kissed on his cheek. We both had noticed an amazing sexual chemistry. Even at the emotional level, we were really close.

"Did you have to please Ashok?" he whispered to me.

"I am clean Babuji," I responded, "if you are thinking of tasting my honeypot."

He smiled.

"So you and Ashok didn't do anything tonight?" he asked after a brief pause.

"Babuji there are other ways of doing it," I added, blushing. He took my hand and directed to his penis. I fondled his bulge.

"Do you take it in mouth?" he asked. I was taken aback by such a direct question about my sexual life with Ashok. However, I chose to answering his questions in a polite manner and avoid the ones that I didn't feel like answering.

"No Babuji," I replied.

"Ashok and I don't indulge in such a thing," I said.

"So he doesn't taste your honeypot?"

"That's not what I said," I replied, and then quickly realized that I had given it away.

"So?" he asked puzzled with my response.

"Babuji let's not talk about him?"

"This is about us," I said, looking deeply in his eyes.

"To me," I said, "our relationship is special and I don't intend to refuse anything, as long as it is not physical abuse."

"How did you relieve him then?" he asked. His mind was on something else.

"Did you use a condom?"

He was curious as hell and I didn't think there was much point beating around the bush.

"Babuji things are different - Ashok is a little worried about my pregnant state, so we are not having intercourse. We do other things and I relieve him with my hand towards the end."

"How does he relieve you then?"

"With his tongue," I quipped.

"But you had intercourse with me this morning and in the night," he argued.

"Babuji," I said, sensually, lifting myself up; my lips hovered over top of his, "Ashok is paranoid and no amount of convincing has changed his mind. Sex is natural for a woman."

"I have never turned him down and won't ever turn you down."

I kissed him and pushed my tongue into his mouth. He was in heaven once again. Just like the afternoon session, the kissing was intense and prolonged. He loved kissing and I of course had been into it all along.

"You are so heavenly," he whispered between the kisses.

"You are breasts are so soft and big!"

"Bahu you are so much bigger than Ashok and me - don't you find that strange?" he asked, taking a curious turn once again.

"Babuji it doesn't matter," I softly replied between the kisses.

I quickly moved southwards and delicately pulling down his pajama, took his taut penis in my mouth. He moaned as my warm mouth gave comfort to his pecker. Within moments he slowly started humping but it put strain on his ankle so I bobbed my head up and down for him. His penis was longer and thicker than Ashok's but smaller than Jai Singh's and hence offered moderate challenge in terms of deepthroating it. Jai Singh tried several times but it was simply too big for me to allow it in my throat. With a little effort I was able to take my father-in-law's penis down to the entrance of my throat. This was too much for him as feeling the tightness around his knob a few times he sputtered in my mouth. Instinctively, he held down my head until 3-4 of his spurts shot into my mouth. I continued drinking his semen and cleaning his penis until he was done. I laid next to him and nuzzled into him again.

"Sorry Bahu," he whispered.

"I couldn't control it; your mouth is soft, nice, and warm."

"You don't mind tasting semen?" he asked.

"I don't like the taste of it," I whispered, "but when a man has to go he needs a nice warm hole; it doesn't matter which one." He was lost for a moment and then I found him trying to lift me and then to my utter amazement, I found him kissing me on the lips. I returned his kiss but didn't part my lips. Within moments I realized that he wanted to really kiss me. My heart skipped a beat and I moved back for a moment.

"Babuji," I whispered to him, "my mouth has your stuff."

"If you can taste it then why not me?" he whispered. I gently lifted myself up and leaned forward to kiss him. This time it was a very gently and delicate one from my side but I learned that he was eager to taste his own semen as his tongue swiftly made past my lips. I let him experience what he wanted to. It was the first time for me. I had kissed Ashok after taking Jai Singh's semen in my mouth but it was never immediately after and Ashok hardly had any knowledge about it.

"Has Ashok ever tasted it?" he asked breaking the kiss.

"No Babuji," I politely replied.

"Bahu do you want me to relieve you?" he asked, clearly implying that he could use his tongue if I needed it.

"No Babuji - I am fine, we can do it in the morning if you wish," I replied.

As the days passed, we became comfortable with each other. His inquisitive nature ensured that we connected at a much deeper level. He knew more about me and my life than even Ashok within a matter of months. He was as virile as Ashok if not more and constantly vied for my attention. It became a regular habit for me to sleep with him in the afternoon and entertain him in the night as circumstances permitted. He was a voracious kisser and never tired of swapping saliva with me. He loved my breasts and abused them as much as Jai Singh did if not more. He had a taste for my pussy and loved eating it for hours. He practically pried out every single detail out of me. There was a constant self-doubt that he had due to his son's behavior but my attachment to him allayed his concerns to a certain extent. He blessed my affair with Jai Singh but suggested not to go overboard with it. Allow things only under our roof and nothing outside. He loved the taste of semen and had no qualms of expressing his desire to eat me out after I had mated with Jai Singh. After my initial reservation, I eventually caved in and yielded to his request. It was a great experience, something I had never imagined would happen between Ashok and me.

[Darksam]

Chapter 5 — Guilt riddance — Part I.


My affair with my father-in-law made me appreciate my peculiar circumstance. Ashok had tacitly encouraged me and Sejal directly but it was my father-in-law who helped me understand my purpose. He, too, was a cuckold at heart and accepted the superiority of Jai Singh. Somewhere, in the third month of our relationship, when I was in the 7th month of my pregnancy, he tried to mount me for the first time. It was frustrating as he had not fully recovered from his injury; my protruding tummy didn't help either. As he collapsed next to me in frustration, out of the blue, he asked me, "Bahu is this child Ashok's?"

Since we had become close to each other, we had discussed a lot about my affair with Jai Singh. He knew I was Jai Singh's slut and never refused him anything in the bedroom. I had promised the same for him as well but still deep inside, his inability to sow his oats bothered him.

"What sort of question is that Babuji?" I blurted.

"Bahu," he pleaded, "I am not insinuating, simply asking."

"I don't know," I brusquely replied. I didn't want to lie but the truth would have been difficult for him to swallow. Yet he was an astute man and knew how to interpret my words. He suspected it already!

"You didn't take care?" he asked.

"Babuji it is complicated," I exhaled.

"Kamini, I am not objecting," he continued, "it is your decision but it doesn't seem you made the choice willingly."

We never spoke about how my affair with Jai Singh commenced. It was presumed that as a philanderer it was easy for him to score with young, pretty women, especially not well protected by her family. I had made it clear that I did it to save Sejal's life. They didn't, however, know that it was Sejal who conspired to make me her husband's slut. A naive Kamini could believe in such a story but an experienced married woman knew that there was no way she could be happy with one husband; more so when he wasn't well equipped and had cuckold tendencies. Sejal and Jai Singh made no mistake in reading me; not once did I make a genuine attempt in dissuading them from sucking me into this vortex. It wasn't because I was meek or lacked courage. It was my destiny!

After a long pause, I said, "Babuji such things happen naturally."

"Jai Singh pushed his boundaries without any fear and Ashok refused to protect me out of his fear for Sejal's life. I accepted my fate and stopped resisting Jai Singh's advances."

"Still you could have taken care during the critical period?"

"Babuji," I retorted, "women are susceptible during that period. It is not their place to ponder over such things. They are meant to pleasure men in every which way."

"But..."

"Babuji," I interjected, "real men take what they desire. Didn't you capture this opportunity?"

He had mixed feelings about our relationship. He felt guilty of betraying his son but knew it was better him than someone else.

"Despite this," I explained, "Ashok and I love each other dearly. Our sex is plenty and fulfilling but different."

"He is my husband," I continued, "and is sensitive to both my emotional and physical needs. Other men are attuned to my physical or rather their own physical needs."

"Didn't you worry about the social implications of your actions?" he asked calmly.

"I did what was natural. Jai Singh pursued me ardently and Ashok never confronted him. It only seemed as if Ashok wanted me to comply to save Sejal's marriage."

"Kamini I understand," he said calmly, "hope you enjoyed it and weren't conflicted."

I blushed and teasingly said, "You know it Babuji, I do enjoy having sex. I feel guilty but I reason that it was my destiny."

"Does Ashok suspect us?"

"He doesn't Babuji," I calmly assured him.

"Does he know about you and Jai Singh?"

"No Babuji," I replied and after some thought added, "I can't be certain but believe that he is aware of it."

Over the next few days, we discussed and contemplated our relationship. He encouraged me and urged me to mate with all the men of our family - namely his nephew Ranjit and his own brother Kakaji. Ashok's cuckold tendencies were flagrantly visible to him and hence he surmised that my erring was natural. He persisted learning about my sex with Jai Singh; how often we did it; how long he lasted; how big his cock was. Every tiny detail about my affair excited him. Babuji seemed an entirely different person as he encouraged me to embrace my duty as a pleasure giver to all the men in his family. Physically he equated me to the apsara Menka and felt that such a desirable woman cannot be restrained by one man. Only a platoon can satisfy her thirst. He brought in Ranjit, his nephew, as a strong contender and urged me to conceive from him as soon as I was ready for the next one. He was happy that a superior stud like Jai Singh had already rejuvenated our family's gene pool but felt that Ranjit was equally deserving.

Our relationship blossomed as we both shared our deepest secrets with each other. He too was a cuckold and it was Ranjit's uncle who religiously screwed Ashok's mother soon after Ashok's birth. He wondered if Sejal was his daughter. My father-in-law decided to help his own sister-in-law by inseminating her as apparently his brother was throwing blanks. Her brother, having learned the secret, blackmailed him and forced his will on my mother-in-law.

Thus started an epic cuckolding journey as my mother-in-law entertained Ranjit's uncle on a regular basis for well over a decade. Although she showed her disdain for her husband and complained about her unwarranted duties, she always obliged Ranjit's uncle. He claimed that she didn't want Ranjit in her house once she learned that he was Babuji's son. However, this truth was known to her around the time her affair with Ranjit's uncle started. So, I felt that Babuji was hiding something.

In fact, I suspected that Ranjit too was my mother-in-law's lover and spent quite a few nights with her. The age difference between the two was not more than 10 years; so it certainly seems plausible. Besides, the two families drifted away only in the last 10 years and Ranjit's uncle had passed away about 20 years ago. The more I pondered over it, the more I was sure about my conclusion. Regardless, my relationship with my father-in-law was on a solid foundation as we both understood each other much better. He started pushing the boundaries of our relationship and sought my attention, disregarding Ashok's presence. I was constantly in heat, Jai Singh's absence and Ashok's caution only made me an eager participant.

Ashok stopped demanding sex during my second pregnancy far more prematurely. I could have easily accommodated all the three men even in the 7th month of my pregnancy. I pestered him and occasionally teased him. Ashok brought up the tree men into our pillow talk soon after our first anniversary but he would be cautious and always tentative. It was time for me to push the boundaries to get rid of my guilt.

One of those nights, as I hit the bed after taking care of my baby, I nuzzled up to him and pushed my hand into his pajamas and started massaging his penis. The shriveled penis felt like my thumb as I slowly stroked it. He was in deep sleep and took a while to wake up from his slumber. I gently whispered into his ear, "Ashokji aren't you abandoning your young wife?"

Ashok knew that the lack of penetrative sex, I was horny and indulged in such activities. He would be submissive during such sessions; perhaps as part of our tacit understanding.

"Who will take care of her?"

"Jai Singh?"

A handful of times he had referred to him as my lover; someone who could pleasure me in his absence.

"Oh, but he is out of town," I whispered, continuing my banter, "maybe you were expecting Babuji to do the honors."

His penis that was inflating became taut as a stick. Just thinking about his father making love to me, made him hard. A few times we had discussed that Babuji was getting frisky and that it was brought to our attention by the nurse who was attending to him. He turned around and kissed me and after a short kiss asked, "You didn't tell me about your story with him?"

I tactfully said, "it was nothing Ashok."

"Seriously tell me — I won't get mad."

"Was the nurse right?"

Nurse attending to my father-in-law had brought to our attention that he would get frisky with her. She was a woman in her mid-forties and not even desirable, so I didn't give credit to her story. She complained a few times and then she abruptly left in the third week. My affair with him commenced around that time.

"Come on Kamini?"

"Our relatives are searching for a bride?"

"What?"

"They have found a few prospects as well; one of them he liked."

I felt jealous thinking that my new found lover wanted to abandon me so soon. Ashok was afraid of losing his share in our ancestral property.

"Not a bad idea," I quipped.

"Are you crazy?" he shot back.

"A new woman?"

"At this age?"

"What if he has more children?"

"If the woman is young then he certainly would; seems natural. Why are you against it?"

He still looked confused, so I explained further, "Nurse's complaint was valid. He may have erred with her. I think she was worried more about her moral lapse than his."

"Did he misbehave with you?" he asked calmly.

"Not really Ashok," I said, "look I have been physically close to him as his nurse and could see that he needed a woman's company. I have felt his stone hard penis several times and even have cleaned it a few times."

"Kamini you don't seem to understand," he finally said in frustration, "presence of another woman would make our life complicated."

I was puzzled and looked at him to explain what he had in mind.

"All I am saying is that there should be only one woman under this roof."

I suspected Ashok would moot such a proposal but didn't think he would have the courage to put it directly.

"Are you really saying what I think you are saying?"

This was the moment I had been waiting for. Talking openly about sex the way I talked with my father-in-law would reduce my burden of guilt.

"She is a widow in her mid thirties and definitely capable of bearing him another child."

"The house is the only inheritance we have; we can't afford a similar house in this neighborhood," he added.

Ashok was a stingy bastard; apart from his cuckold tendency that was the only vice he had. Maybe his selfish nature was the source of these vices but I wasn't complaining as they helped in achieving my goal. As the proposal sunk in, we both were again getting worked up. Ashok's penis had inflated to its full proportions and I nuzzled into him. I started stroking his penis and he turned towards me. I kissed him as hungrily as I had always done; especially when I was in incredible heat and needed relief. After a few minutes of kissing, I straddled his face and offered my pussy for licking. Ashok slavishly lapped it up.

As explained earlier, this had become a common practice. He understood that I needed relief and understood that this was the best way. Ashok took at his duty to pleasure me always; he religiously pleasured me twice most nights. On that occasion, I rode his face for two orgasms. During the first one, I only focused on my pleasure but for the second one, I turned around and nestled in 69-position. It was the first time, I was so close to his penis and realized how puny it was in front of Jai Singh's majestic cock. His penis didn't have the pungent odor that I was accustomed to with both my father-in-law and Jai Singh.

Ashok shivered as I kissed his penis at the base. His small testicles didn't appeal to me but I moved to them and sucked on them. Ashok started to show signs of ejaculation as soon as I seriously started lathering his testicles with my saliva. I returned to my cowgirl position and rode his face until his attention was diverted to the licking. He had moved to licking my anus, which fascinated him. It doesn't feel as good as the tongue on vagina but is pleasurable; most of the fun is psychological, subjecting your partner to perform such a despicable act.

As I approached my orgasm, I returned my attention to his penis and this time took it directly in my mouth. Ashok was shivering as I effortlessly bobbed my head on his penis. I tried my best to synchronize our orgasms but Ashok couldn't hold much longer and within a minute after that he ejaculated with great intensity. Even though I resisted, spurt after spurt he shot his semen into my mouth, first spurt hitting the back of my throat and the next hitting the roof of my mouth and the last one landing on my lips. I took a rag and wiping my lips handed it to him to wipe off his semen. I got up lazily and wearing my pajamas headed to the bathroom when he grabbed me and forcefully kissed on my lips. I didn't hesitate and offered a taste of his own semen.

We were exhausted and relieved by the intense episode and after cleaning up and laying the bed wondered what made it so intense. It was apparent to both of us.

"Did you mean it?" I asked.

Ashok was silent and looked at the overhead fan as he tried to untangle his own thoughts.

"He needs the warmth of a woman and it does seem that he is attracted to you," he said.

"I wonder if you would be attracted to such an elderly man to live it out."

"Ashok what you are suggesting is scandalous, if not disastrous to our marriage."

"No Kamini, it is not."

"Jai Singh takes advantage of you all the time. This is no different."

"Ashok, Babuji needs a wife not just sexual relief," I retorted.

"And that's why I think it may work, if you are agreeable," he said.

"Go to sleep Ashok," I said, "you are not making any sense."

As usual, the next day Ashok was worked up and followed me around. My affair with his father had begun the week before, so the timing seemed to be perfect. We both made out a couple of times during the day. That night, I finally shared about my father-in-law's frisky behavior that had begun after the birth of my first child.

It wasn't really much but during my first pregnancy as soon as Jai Singh urged me to seduce, I had begun. This started changing his behavior towards me subtly. When I would visit during the nights, to take care of my mother-in-law, he would occasionally feel me up; mostly by accident and mostly while he pretended to be (or was actually) in sleep. By the time my mother-in-law became seriously ill, this became a regular part of his routine. However, he would never do it every time; mostly it seemed rather innocuous and naughty. By the time my affair with him had commenced, it was clear that most of what he did was not accidental, but we never discussed it. Ashok was worked up hearing it and the same consequences ensued.

Ashok and I played with this idea over the next couple of months. My affair with my father-in-law had already hit a crescendo and Ashok didn't seem to suspect a thing. Even though Jai Singh was absent most of this period, I felt fully satisfied. It seems easy to have your wife sleep with other men for a cuckold but what most don't understand is that once such an affair begins, there is usually no end to it. Ashok was determined to make this happen but he didn't seem to fully appreciate the consequences; both the intended and unintended.

Ashok made it a point to usher me towards his father in several ways during those two months. He made it a point that I only wore the most revealing clothes, such as tight-fitting Salwar Khameez without a brassiere for support or a Saree with a blouse that showed my cleavage abundantly. Ashok persuaded me to spend an hour or so in the afternoon with his father even on the days when he himself would be home. The afternoon sessions were quite special since my father-in-law often insisted on seeing my naked body parts.

As I was stroking him during one of our leisurely sessions, I said, "Ashok you do understand that once this begins, it won't ever stop."

"Come on Kamini," he retorted, "he is aging and won't be able to even if he wanted to after a couple of years."

Ashok was naive, so I had to help him understand.

"Ashok," I said, "he may be old but his wife is still young, so he will have to figure out and take care of her."

He was surprised to hear my response.

"You don't seem to understand that physical intimacy will sooner or later lead to emotional intimacy. That's how marriages stay alive in our society even though both the man and woman don't even know each other before sleeping with each other."

"For this to work, I shouldn't be tolerating him but embrace him, looking past his age and physical capabilities."

"Do you understand what that means?"

He looked at me dumbfounded.

"I should sleep with him at least a couple of times a week. Spend private time with him on a daily basis outside of bed. Allow him to romance him and celebrate special occasions with him."

"Won't that make you jealous?"

"Wouldn't it impinge on your own life?"

"A woman who has tasted multiple men will be receptive to sexual advances of other men as well, won't she?"

"Such relationships need space, time, and energy to thrive," he countered.

"Do you doubt that Kakaji and Ranjitji won't be able to corner me at the first opportunity? The way you have paraded me in front of them, with butt-plug shoved up my ass and dressed in revealing clothes with full realization that their eyes were perpetually glued to me. Ranjitji has touched me several times now; very soon he would grab me by my waist and plant his lips on mine. And Kakaji like an old jackal will come smelling blood and mount me as soon as he catches me sleeping with other men."

"These are not just irrational fears of mine; even Sejal had warned me to keep away from them.

These things have affected my psyche," I said, "now my body reacts differently in front of them. It's as if my body was preparing for an intercourse with them."

"I am digressing but you need to think through this carefully. Babuji needs a wife and it is not right for us to rob him of this privilege for our selfish desires," I added.

"Are you averse to this idea?" he asked.

"Ashok as a woman, I have given thought to it and surely can fulfill his needs. However, you need to keep both the intended and unintended consequences in mind. Have you given sufficient thought to it?"

"What if Babuji wants to have his own child?"

"And Jai Singh? Don't you think he would sense a mare in heat?"

"And if that weren't enough could you tolerate hearing your wife in throes of orgasm night after night with these men?"

"Ashokji, you may not have realized but it is not about just one man. Jai Singh has scored with me and he knows that he can do so whenever he wishes. Babuji has a hint of it already now. Ranjitji and Kakaji are ever so observant of my activities, and they too have sensed an opportunity here."

"So, if this does start then I will be playing the role of Draupadi for your family. Is this what you want?"


Ashok couldn't say a word. It was as if he received a massive jolt but none of what I said had changed his mind. We didn't indulge that night but as was the routine he woke me up again in the morning with his tongue up my twat. When Ashok wasn't discouraged, I knew I got my passport for success but I didn't intend to settle for just that. As the next couple of weeks rolled in, it was apparent to both of us that I would have to play the role of his father's wife as well. The question was of timing. As I entered the eighth month of my pregnancy, I told Ashok, "Babuji is getting edgy, he may fall for that proposal soon."

"Don't know what is right Kamini," he said dejectedly. We were sleeping on our bed after putting our baby to sleep. Both of us were a little tired having finished a movie and didn't think we would indulge in anything.

"I understand that it is a senseless proposal," he said.

"Which one?"

"Your proposal or the marriage proposal?" I hesitantly asked.

"The marriage proposal of course," he replied promptly.

"My proposal is the best one," he said, after a little thought.

"He gets to sleep regularly with a young, pretty woman who is way above his league. Besides, she took care of him and it should be evident that he would get a lot of love from her as well. The proximity allows for pretty much everything; what's not to like for him?"

"The real question though is whether you would like it?" he added.

It was good to hear Ashok talk softly and rationally for a change. While he was a soft-spoken person, he was also a selfish person and always watched out for himself. It was a different matter in this case where he always surrendered his right in front of Jai Singh; maybe it was because of his cowardice; maybe it is because of his love for his sister.

"No Ashok," I said, "the real question is whether you can live with this knowledge that other men are boning your wife and hearing them pleasure her as you never could."

"My words may be harsh but it is important to accept that possibility," I added, thoughtfully.

"Why do you always have to exaggerate?" he quickly retorted.

"We are only talking about Babuji here," he added.

"Maybe you are, but I am making it clear that things would evolve whether we like it or not and I soon would be at the center for all the men of our family."

"While you may not realize that Ranjitji has squeezed my breasts a couple of times already and your innocent Kakaji has rubbed his erection on my butt during the recent trip. You may think nothing should happen but a lot has been happening already."

"Why didn't you let me know?"

"What should I tell you Ashok?" I blurted in frustration.

"These are just the perils of being a pretty, young woman. If you don't want other men to take advantage of your wife then you should constantly shield her from them. You haven't done it. These are just the consequences."

Ashok didn't have much of a retort hence managed to ask, "Maybe you are right I am not good at confronting them on such aspects but if you want me to then I will."

"We don't need confrontation, Ashok. These things can be amicably resolved. I guess the fault is mine. If only I had slapped him on the first misstep such a thing wouldn't have arisen."

"That would have only antagonized him. Knowing him dissuading him subtly is the best choice," he said.

"The first time I glared at him and it kept him at bay for a while but then accidentally he scored yet another opportunity, which I let go as it could have been simply an accident. However, things got out of hand during our recent trip to Haridwar. On the return journey do you remember we got separated on the way back on the slower train?"

"Yes, I remember. Both Kakaji and Ranjit bhaiya were with you."

"Yes, you couldn't get on because of the luggage," I started.

I wasn't sure if it was a good idea to fill in on these details but felt that he was more receptive. I went with the flow.

"It was already dark and although the train was crowded even at the beginning. It became even more crowded in the next station, and we were squeezed into the small nook right next to the toilets. Ranjitji and Kakaji shielded me admirably from the lechers in the crowd but I very soon found making myself available to them."

"The light up there was not working, so it was dark. Things were normal for the first hour or so as there were people around us and it had only started to get dark. Kakaji was right behind me and Ranjitji in front of me. Occasionally they bumped into me but nothing out of the ordinary. Ranjitji was softly talking to me while Kakaji seemed to be dozing off. And then the next station came when we practically got squeezed into a small space in the corner. I found squeezed between two men who had been vying for my attention," I said.

Ashok was listening to me intently. I noticed that he had a stiff erection, which I felt and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Kakaji felt awkward and decided to turn around; perhaps it was my effort to keep away from him that made him do that. He also was dozing off and leaning on me, which annoyed me. Ranjitji was active and constantly talking to me by whispering into my ear. My insistence on keeping away from Kakaji only brought me closer to him. He had already felt my soft breasts a few times but I had been keeping a distance from him, to the extent possible. I ensured that our pelvises were never perfectly aligned. But within moments after Kakaji turned around, he took the very first opportunity as I struggled to keep my balance by grabbing my waist and pulled me in. There was an awkwardness for a few moments."

"He whispered to me, don't worry Kakaji is asleep and it is so dark that no one would notice."

"It's not right," I whispered.

"You are not doing anything wrong Kamini,'' he said. Just helping a middle aged man get over his midlife crisis."

"I could only chuckle hearing it but still said, Ashok would not like it."

"Of course he would mind, why would I wait this long otherwise. Of course it is inappropriate and that's why we are doing it behind everyones back."

"Ranjitji, you are not making any sense, I said, trying to bring some sanity to the conversation but he moved both his hands to my butt and pulled me in. Our pelvises were in perfect alignment; had it not been for our clothes his penis very well could have been inside my vagina."

"I am making perfect sense,'' he retorted. I have been married to an old hag for a while now. She has no interest in these things; she only quibbles everytime I approach her for sex. You on the other end are a fountain of beauty and youth. Everything about you is heavenly. Your body, your physique, your face, your lips, your odor, your breath, everything."

"What's not to understand?"

"I don't know what it was but I fell into a trance. Before that we kept our mouths away from each other but strangely this time around our lips were only a couple of inches apart. His flagrant flattery didn't fail and I was aroused and captivated by him. I could feel his mildly stale breath and perhaps he felt the same way but we were attracted to each other."

"He is an astute man and didn't rush into it," I added.

"What do you mean? He pounced on you the moment he got a chance," retorted Ashok.

"It's not fair, Ashok. I think he controlled himself to the extent he could given the situation. It shouldn't be his fault that I was receptive to his advances," I countered.

"His hands crept to my breasts, which were already leaking. And delicately he sealed my lips with his. His kiss was so delicate and so good that for a moment I was lost in it. Ashok we kissed and kissed for what seemed like an eternity. Every attempt I made to stop, he somehow kept on doing it. We had no fear of our breath anymore. His mildly pungent body odor became part of me and I got attracted to it. He lifted a leg of mine and wrapped it around him and pushed aside my other leg so that our pelvises could be conjoined. And I felt his taut penis nestling between the folds of my vaginal lips; the four layers of clothing between us could not stop us from feeling each other.

It's heavenly, he exclaimed between the kisses. You are everything that I dreamed of in a wife, he said. I was worried but I was simply lost to worry about practical details. Kakkaji seemed passed out standing right behind me. It was as if the others didn't exist. Ashok won't do any justice to you, he said. He took over a year to get you pregnant and even now he still hasn't scored with you a second time."

This happened soon after I conceived our second child; Ranjit was unaware of it. Still between the delivery of our first and conception of the second a year had passed. Even though Jai Singh mounted me on a regular basis, my periods hadn't started and when they did start, I danced around. This happened before my affair with Babuji. None of the history about Ranjitji being his son was known to me but at that moment everything felt right. This was despite the fact that ever since I married Ashok, I always had a revulsion for him but his attraction towards me eventually sparked my interest in him. His dark complexion acted both as a revulsion and source of attraction for me. He was twice as old as me, overweight like Jai Singh but not as tall as him.

Ashok was enthralled by this description. He was nestled between my legs and had started sucking on my pussy lips. Intercourse was out of the question both due to my heavily pregnant state and Ashok's self-imposed restrictions. My father-in-law continued to mount me and so would Jai Singh if he had been around. For any woman, this is the most natural part of her living, getting mounted every night is more often considered a boon than a curse.

All the women I knew welcomed their husbands in the night even if they were holding grudges against them; it was a balm to soothe the pains and miseries of life. The only difference between them and me was that I was gifted with an amazing libido, extraordinary body, and beautiful features to go along. If they were willing to endure half-an-hour of such nocturnal activities, I was willing to endure 3 hours of such activities despite the normal hardships and rigors of daily life for women. They may be willing with only one man but I could entertain the possibility of multiple men quite. They would hesitate from entertaining elderly men but I had no qualms about doing it with them. If they had an ideal equipment and the right character to go along with it, they sooner or later found a willing partner in me. Not so in the distant future, I had managed the herculean feat of satiating, not just pleasuring, four men in a span of 24 hours. I achieved this feat several times; my husband could only marvel at my stamina and willingness to endure it; but I am digressing and leaping ahead. Coming back to that time, I got up and straddled Ashok's face. I decided to take the reverse cowgirl position as I felt like playing with Ashok's penis.

"What happened next?" asked Ashok.

"He kept on berating you, " I continued, "I was attracted to him and could feel his thick, fully inflated penis . I felt it would penetrate in only a matter of minutes. I quipped to him. Ranjitji you took enough advantage of me already. It wouldn't be fair to Ashok and me if you tried to penetrate me. Why? He asked. You seem to be ready for it. I retorted. As a woman, I am ready but as a wife, as a daughter-in-law, I am not ready yet. So, please don't take it any further? He was considerate and asked if it was okay to continue to feel her this way. I didn't respond and he took that as an acceptance. His hand moved between our pelvises and he slowly unzipped his trousers. I felt his hand right at the entrance of my pussy. It was surreal. In moments, he had his thick penis lined up against the entrance."

Ashok was mad with lust and voraciously kept on sucking me, pushing his tongue as deep as he could. I caressed his testicles but was more focused on my own pleasure.

"Continue Kamini," he managed to mutter between his subservient acts.

"Ah..." I moaned and said, "You are so good Ashok."

After settling myself for a few more moments, I continued, "I didn't dare to look below or stop him. All I did was close the gap between us and thereby brought his naked penis in close contact with my vagina. Even with two layers of clothing between us, I knew that he was a gifted man. I didn't even think men came that large. He surely would have stretched me even after having given birth to a child. We once again continued our kissing and this time our fervor knew no bounds. He started humping me, effectively rubbing his penis vigorously against my pussy lips.

We had reached a point of no return and I failed to understand why he didn't pull on the knot of my Salwar and impale me on his penis. He kept on rubbing and at one point, practically had lifted me off but we were only simulating and not having actual intercourse. The effect for both of us was real though. I don't remember but I must have orgasm'd couple of times during that episode. Ranjitji took 12 minutes to show signs of ejaculation. And then he did the most audacious thing until then. He pulled down my Salwar and hurriedly pushed his rigid penis into my pantie and stroked a few times before ejaculating right on my lips. Jet after jet his thick semen pushed into my vagina and quickly formed a pool at the entrance. If I hadn't been pregnant at that time, I very well could have been due to that episode."

As I finished my story, I was on the verge of my orgasm with Ashok as well. He continued licking me until I finished and then leaning forward, I took his penis into my mouth. Only a few times I bobbed up on his penis and he sputtered in my mouth. I hastily withdrew but not before he shot some of it in my mouth.

Most of what I told Ashok was completely false. It was true that Ranjitji did feel me very well for sometime; perhaps in all for 2-3 minutes of the total journey duration of about 3 hours. Just the way I had described to Ashok, he did hold me and there indeed was a moment where I felt that in that rush he would indeed impale me but it was difficult given the circumstances. However, there was clearly a moment when we both realized that he was taking advantage of the situation and I was allowing it, even if reluctantly.

And then for a minute or even less, he kneaded my butt clearly indicating his intention and when I glared at him, he leaned forward to kiss me. I evaded his lips but he managed to plant his lips on my cheeks. And that cheeky bastard didn't hesitate from squeezing one of my breasts as well. We soon separated as the station had arrived. He tried several times to score opportunities with me but I maintained distance from him. I hated him much more than Jai Singh and due to my repulsion for him, I found him sexually very attractive. Some of it also had to do with what Ranjitji's wife, Shobha, had shared with me.

Ranjit and Shobha had been married for over 2 decades. Shobha was a petite woman but had put on a lot of weight. They were mismatched in terms of their body dimensions just the way Ashok and I were. Even though Ranjit was quite dark, he managed to score a fair and good looking wife. Shobha was a bitchy woman and took sometime before opening up. Even then I was careful around her and never said anything unwarranted. After that brief episode with Ranjit, we grew closer to each other.

She shared gory details about her sex life and while she encouraged me, I rarely indulged her. Ranjit was a sex maniac and every willing for a romp in bed. The first few years of marriage were pure bliss and even though she often tired off after the second session in a day, Ranjit would demand for more. They delayed having a child for a few years, which was uncommon during those days but both were into oral and anal sex and hence didn't have to try too hard. She became pregnant after 4 years of sex filled life and soon after that spent almost a decade in pregnant state, delivering 4 children. She miscarried once and had she not tied her tubes, she could have had the 5th one as well. She was relieved as her child bearing days were finally behind here but sex didn't stop.

Even now they apparently had sex at least 3-4 times a week, which was pretty high frequency, considering the responsibilities they both had. All these details didn't move but when she started dropping hints about Ranjit's dimensions then I felt intrigued. She always worried about his letching nature and understood that even though she was past her prime, he still needed a lot more sex and would seek it outside.

It took more than two years for Shobha to warm up to me. Before my arrival into their family she was the prettiest woman in our family. Sejal was neither as pretty, nor did it matter as much as the men viewed her more as their daughter. Although Ranjitji seemed to have tried his luck with her unsuccessfully. Sejal found a good friend in Shobha and spoke quite frankly about her disdain for her own family. Shobha had similar disdain for our family but since she was married to Ranjit, she felt privileged. Although it was difficult to understand her rationale.

The imbecile that Sejal was, she even dared to say that perhaps it would not harm if Ranjit spent some quality time with me and perhaps would keep me happy for a little while. Shobha started dropping suggestions that it wasn't a bad idea now that I had two children there was a little time for some experimentation while my body got ready for another one. It was common in our communities to have 3-4 children and some even dared to have more. Whether it was Sejal's guidance or Shobha's intuition it just felt that they both understood someone was needed to fill Jai Singh's void.

Shobha in a subtle way started guiding me towards Ranjit. It could have been a double edged sword; I didn't dare take her advice. I continued ignoring her. My affair started with Babuji in a silent manner. Ashok and I didn't deliberate over it anymore. Unlike the last time after my pregnancy, Ashok didn't wait for too long before initiating sex with me. In a matter of a month, he started regularly mounting me. Ashok was diligent about it though and understood his limitations so very well that he never failed to overcompensate by eating me and helped me scale my first orgasm. Due to my relative lack of interest in sex at that time all I did was lay in bed until Ashok pleasured me with his tongue. And then he would mount me for a few minutes, sometimes up to 10 minutes but never longer than that. It was hard for me to feel him due to my dilated vagina that was taking its time to regain its normal proportions but I enjoyed it. Sometimes I would even reach another orgasm but mostly he would abandon me there. Still I was quite pleased with his attempts.

Somewhere around in the second month of my delivery, on certain days I started refusing him. Ashok didn't mind as he was getting a lot more sex compared to what he was getting in last couple of years. Just in two weeks though he started noticing the pattern and one night when I returned after having sex with my father-in-law, he approached me. It wasn't the first time but strangely after that open discussion with him things were different. I thought he now understood what was going on. It took me only a few minutes to warm up to him and I turned and offered him my lips. Only a few minutes ago, I cleaned my father-in-law's spent penis with my mouth. Ashok showed no revulsion and kissed me intensely.

A few moments later despite my pleading he dived into my messy pussy and stuck his tongue into the filthiest of holes. Due to my affiliation, my father-in-law had become quite virile and was now generating enough semen to easily impregnate me; or rival Jai Singh. Within a few minutes after cleaning my vagina he mounted me eagerly and pumped me for a couple of minutes before ejaculating inside me. It was an amazing feeling as he squirted inside me and flooded me with his semen. After recovering our breath, he managed to ask, "Since when did you start going to him?"

[Darksam]

I am still surprised by how quickly he caught me having sex with him soon after we discussed but earlier he hardly bothered. Even with Jai Singh, he did catch me at inopportune times but I was taking good care and it never stood out unless he really took a keen interest. Yes there were a few times when he did surprise me by not complaining even though it was flagrantly obvious but mostly it seemed sort of transparent.


"Don't know," I said, evading the question and added, "he needed relief and I thought it was my duty to oblige him; given that we have done everything in our power to dissuade him from getting married."

"Have you decided how to apportion your time?" he asked.

"Thought it would be better but it doesn't have to be strictly adhered to," I said and elaborated, "sometimes I may renege on my promise to you but will try to keep his promises most of the time."

"Why that favoritism for him?"

"It's natural Ashok. He is the eldest member of the family and deprived for such a long time. Besides his virility would only decrease from now on, so giving him more opportunities at the outset makes perfect sense."

"So, he will have me on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. While you can have me on other nights. During the days, however, I don't want any interference from you; even on the weekends."

"And please let's not discuss it. It happens when it happens; please understand and don't interfere," I said.

Ashok was an exceptionally considerate man and never bothered me but every now and then he would make an attempt on the days I had reserved for his father. It was quite an intense feeling during the first few months as he was fully aware .

In fact, the very next day as per the rules I spent an afternoon with my father-in-law while he twiddled his thumbs in our bedroom. My father-in-law loved draining my milk, so that session was particularly reserved for soothing him and over a period of an hour or two we would eventually wrap up after having intercourse. Ashok pounced on me as soon as I returned and made me sit on his face so that he can lap the remnants of my sex with his father. I loved that feeling; it gave me a sense of power over him. It made me feel that all my actions were morally right and that he would have wished them no other way. It was apparent to both of us that he loved me getting sexed by another man. That night even though it was his turn, I made my way to meet my father-in-law and had a similar prolonged session. Upon my return Ashok similarly pleased me with his tongue and only then mounted me.

Things were normal. Jai Singh was finally caught in some sort of a major crime and landed in jail. This was one of the reasons why he had not visited me for a long while. His family kept it under the covers for as long as they could but the truth was that he was gone for good. He had received a sentence of 10 years on one of counts but the other cases were still in progress. At our home both Babuji and Ashok romanced me and made out with me on every opportunity they got. I was surprised to find that my father-in-law had gained so much strength that I felt almost no need for a virile man like Jai Singh anymore. Ashok never complained as I kept on stealing his turns and handing them to his father. He eventually got what he desired and perhaps a lot more in return.

The topic of Ranjit kept on coming every now and then but we mostly let it simmer. Shobha on the other hand had been more and more persuasive with each passing month. She had dropped so many suggestions but I refused to budge but she perhaps had too many of my rejections and decided to use her bitchy attitude to twist my arms. One afternoon, when we two were alone, perhaps when my second child was 6 months old, she completely lost it and started yelling at me and demeaning me.

"You snotty bitch," she started.

"Why are you making such a fuss?"

"If you don't yield, I am going to defame you by saying that you have an affair with Jai Singh," she blurted.

The context of how it all started is essential to understand. Although Shobha was pretty looking herself, due to her husband, Ranjit's darker complexion, her children had more of a wheatish complexion. Besides, Ranjit's mother was a *****, so people from our community kept distance from them. While I was always cagey about them in particular due to my natural aversion to dark skinned people, I was polite and watchful of my behavior.

One thing led to another and during our discussions all the history about how they were mistreated by Ashok's family came out in the open during our private discussions. It wasn't clear but when the topic of sex and taboo sneaked into our discussion it morphed into my dislike for dark skinned people and my inability to develop special relationship with Ranjit. Especially the naughty ones that were between a wife and her husband's brother. Shobha believed that since there was a huge age gap between Ranjit and my age, there was more likelihood for naughty things to develop between the two of us. It was her confidence in Ranjit's philandering nature but she didn't quite grasp how much of aversion I had for him per se. Besides, Jai Singh had rocked my world on my first anniversary and I was never the same person after that.

Shobha had been insisting that I spend some time alone with Ranjit and allow him some of the naughty things that she viewed as his right. I understood that there was a place for such things despite what the societal norms may indicate. I believed that such relationships existed and sister-in-laws were gropped or kissed on one pretext or another. At the very least the husband's siblings would have gotten a chance to witness her partially naked. Such things, however, happened naturally and never deliberately. Here she was insisting that I provide such avenues just the way Sejal had requested. I didn't yield and eventually she decided to push all the right buttons.

"What?"

"Why are you talking like that?"

"That is utter nonsense," I pleaded.

"Maybe it is but all that is needed for a few ladies from your neighborhood to talk about it. He had been frequenting your place and stayed here several nights without Sejal. What else could it be?"

"That is so nasty of you. Only to give your philandering husband some side benefits?" I blurted in frustration.

"It is for your benefit bitch," she quickly retorted, "once he mounts you, you would understand what it means to mate with a real man!"

"Your pencil dicked husband can never show you stars but my husband can show you the entire galaxy!"

"And don't worry about your husband. Soon you shall learn that he is mostly into licking pussies. I have fed him my husband's virile semen several times and not once did he suspect a thing. Even more importantly, not once did he try to mount me."

"So stop your acting. The sooner you accept reality, the better your life will be."

I was in a state of shock and denial. A lot of it I already knew but her affair with Ashok bothered me. Maybe it was true; after all Sejal spoke so convincingly about Ashok.

"Please don't do this Shobha," I pleaded. She was adamant, and said, "I will let him know that you won't budge until you take her forcefully. Maybe that is what you need. Not only that, I will ask him to rub it in Ashok's face. Let us see if you can live your married life happily after that."

I was in tears and even though I had been sexually used but never before was I berated or demeaned in such a manner.

"What do you think?" she shouted.

"You are special? I had to endure sex with Ranjit's uncle for such a long time."

I was shivering with fear now. It almost seemed that I would become a complete slut to all these men and that my life's sole purpose was to pleasure these men.

"Which uncle?"

"The same uncle who serviced your mother-in-law on a regular basis for the longest time. Only after he died in an accident did your father-in-law's misery end."

My father-in-law had only recently shared some of these secrets but I had to act surprised. Ranjit's mother was a ***** woman and hence her marriage to my father-in-law's brother drove a wedge between the two families. She was a junoesque woman just like me but with dark complexion. I could hardly imagine how puny my father-in-law must have felt sleeping with her.

As the story goes, her brother was so well equipped and had she simply conceived from him, perhaps it would have been better but she chose Babuji's seed instead. Her brother regardless took advantage of the situation and blackmailed Ashok's father and cuckolded him by making a slut of his wife. Sejal perhaps knew this and also knew perhaps about Ashok's cuckold tendencies and hence right from the outset she ensured that I slept with Jai Singh and conceived from him.

Anyway, now it seemed that Shobha wanted me to pay for all the sins this family committed. And given that Ranjit was indeed the elder son of the family it was okay for him to sleep with me given that Jai Singh had already done that.

Shobha's antiques continued for a long while until I gave up in frustration and said, "I think you are being mean but I don't want to bring any harm to this family. If you think this would do justice to all the bad things that happened to you and Ranjitji then I will accommodate his needs."

"Your promise won't do any good. I want to see it first hand and make sure that you never turn back on your promise."

She mellowed down over the next few weeks and visited me on some pretext or another. They lived only a distance of a few hours away so travel over weekends was certainly possible. Both Ashok and my father-in-law were perplexed by her weird behavior as she seemed ultra nice and made a genuine attempt at mending her relationship with my family. My father-in-law sensed that it was time for me to warm Ratan's bed going forward and hence she was being so nice to me. Apparently, both Shobha and my father-in-law in their own weird ways had discussed my impending relationship with her husband. Ashok sensed it as well but he kept quiet.

She made it a point to work on my personal hygiene and gave me tips on how to keep myself ready for my new paramour. A lot of it was something that I had practiced but she educated on the importance of oral hygiene or rather the discipline of keeping it clean. Sejal knew that oral hygiene was extremely important for a woman and as an experienced adulterous woman, I cannot emphasize it enough.

The fundamental truth was that these men strongly desired intimacy and offering to exchange your saliva with theirs was perhaps the single most important way of reciprocating. My breath was always fresh as I took good care but Shobha insisted that I visit a dentist and get a cleaning done; this was something that I had never done. Both my husband and father-in-law commented on my fresh breath and how they wanted to keep on kissing me for an eternity. Shobha was clear that to keep one's hygiene in order was a job for the women mostly and that I shouldn't expect the same from men and especially from Ranjit.

Shobha surprised me when just a few days before our visit to their place, she forcefully took me in her arms and kissed me. While I was surprised, I allowed her to kiss me and even reciprocated. I was trying on some of the clothes that she had specially purchased for me to lure her husband. After briefly kissing me, she whispered, "I think you would be a perfect whore for my husband."

"He will love kissing you," she added as she moved her hand to my butt and pushed it inside my loose pajamas to probe my anus. I wasn't alien to the pleasures of anal ministrations but I didn't expect it from Shobha and my involuntary moan let her know that I was enjoying her treatment. She quickly retrieved her finger and brought it to our noses and said, "I think you should take better care of your anus and keep it clean. Ranjit will love to fuck your ass and it seems you would love it as well."

She kissed me a little more and then promptly pushed me down so that I could lick her vagina and pleasure her. After making out with her, I realized that while she had taught me the importance of watching your hygiene, she herself had mostly ignored it. Her breath wasn't fresh and her pussy reeked of urine smell. Shobha was in heaven as I diligently pleasured here with my tongue. She was delirious and at a moment blurted, "Oh shit, why didn't we start as soon as you got married."

It seemed to me that perhaps Sejal received her original training from Shobha as she taught me a lot of what Sejal had shared with me earlier. She knew that she had me under the thumb but she was in a hurry to relieve her husband's frustration. She invited us to her place a month later when the oldest kids were out.

Their house was so small with only three, small, rooms, I doubted if anything could happen at all. She invited all of us and that surprised me as well. If Ashok was around, how could we get the freedom, especially when they lived in such a small house with tiny rooms. Ashok pretended to be clueless even though he suspected that something was fishy. Still, I didn't entertain much chance of anything seriously happening at their place.

Despite normal tensions in our relationships, they played good hosts. The older kids were out so there was no reason to explain why suddenly there was so much love between our families. At night, the younger kids slept in the bedroom and we planned to sleep in the living room. Due to space constraints, we all were sleeping on the floor. Mattresses covered the entire floor of the living room; Shobha suggested that women would sleep in the middle with men on either side.

Ashok slept on the far end, while our two children slept between the two of us. Shobha and Ranjit were next to me in that order; they were sleeping closer to the door, to avoid disturbance for me and my family. Despite my reservations, I took every bit of precaution to prepare myself for rendezvous with Ranjit. We were early to bed and Ashok seemed to be fast asleep by the time Shobha and her husband hit the floor. I dreaded something may happen after all as Ranjit was not more than 5 feets away from me.

Just as I was dozing off, I noticed Shobha slither into my comforter and hugged me from behind. While I knew she had the hots for me, I didn't think she would risk such behavior while her husband slept next to her. Judging from the size and dimension, I knew it was Ranjit. He nuzzled into me and hugged me as if he was hugging his wife. A few moments later, he moved in very close, gluing himself to my body. I was wearing a Saree so my exposed midriff was open to his caresses. His rough hands lingered on my waist for a moment and then gently caressed my flat stomach. Even after delivering my second child, I had retained my fabulous figure. It was true that overall I gained some weight but it was evenly distributed. If at all, my bust had increased disproportionately.

He felt just like Jai Singh to me except that his body odor was a little pungent for my taste. I always felt that he smelled like a sewer but felt that he was better prepared for the occasion. A lot of thoughts raced through my mind. What if I threw a tantrum now and caught him in the act? He could easily escape claiming that he thought I was his wife. I thought a better approach was to confront him instead of silently yielding. As soon as his hand crept to my naked breasts, which were outside the confines of my blouse because of my breastfeeding duty, I turned around on my back and whispered to him, "Can't you notice any difference between me and your wife?"

He was puzzled for a moment and then retorted, "I do and that's why I am next to you and not to her."

"Shobha probably heard that," I said.

"No way both she and your husband will be sound asleep until morning. I took care of them. it's your turn to take good care of me," he said.

"Aren't you ashamed of doing this with your younger brother's wife?"

"You think I am morally inclined? Despite having such a dark complexion, I wooed a beautiful woman for a wife and now I am in the arms of another beautiful woman who is almost half my age."

He was holding me lovingly with one of his legs on my thigh and his face very close to mine. Admittedly his breath was stale but I was drawn to him. Despite my reservations about him, I was attracted to him; it was only a matter of time we were united due to my promiscuous and his lecherous nature.

"Why are you getting so excited?" I asked, as he moved in even closer.

"What do you think you can do here?"

"Everything. I have screwed Shobha every night while my mother slept not more than 5 feet away. These four kids were born that way," he said.

"You think I would let you do anything?"

"Just being closer to you is heavenly," he said, closing in and kissing me lightly on my lips as I tried to evade his kiss.

"You are the kind of wife, I always dreamt of," he whispered and nuzzled into me. His hand crept to my breasts that were partially exposed. I was already looking forward to having sex with him. All my earlier revulsion only made him more attractive. His breath was stale but it was a lot better than what I had imagined. His pungent body odor though was difficult to mask but he managed to subdue it. His big belly was partially crushing my midriff and his thigh was straddling mine. I could feel his bulge and based on the feel it seemed sizable. I tilted my face towards him and parted my lips showing my willingness. My slow breathing conveyed my readiness to him.

"You are so young, so beautiful; well educated and classy; yet conservative. And despite having the body and figure to stir anyone loins you are still so homely and wifey material," he whispered.

His hand moved up to my mound and after gently caressing it, he reached out to my nipple and twiddled it between his thumb and index finger. I shuddered at his touch; my lips quivered in anticipation. Ranjit did not wait for too long and confidently covered my lips with his. He was the fourth man kissing me but perhaps only the second man worthy of kissing me.

It was difficult for me to fully understand my transformation but by now my bodily needs easily overruled my conscience. I was a defiled woman and so wasn't afraid of experimenting with yet another man. He was far more potent than the men from my family and definitely more attractive than Jai Singh, even though he was much darker. His dark complexion eventually did turn out to be an attraction to me.

Instead of acting up, I reciprocated his kiss and welcomed him by lovingly embracing him. Ranjit rolled on top of me and immediately knocked me out of breath. Ranjit was so much into me and kissed me so voraciously that I felt he was drooling into my mouth. Even in his wildest imagination he had not thought he would one day be able to mount me. He was the aggressor and kissed me for what seemed like an eternity. To reduce his weight on me, I spread my legs and let him nestle between my legs. He took it as an invitation and immediately, pushed back on my Saree that was already receding due to my bent knees. Within a couple of moments, he pulled out his thick sausage and hastily aligned it with the entrance of my vagina, after pushing aside the gusset of my pantie.

It had been more than 10 months since I had dealt with a penis that posed me a challenge. Neither my father-in-law nor Ashok could stretch me but the moment Ranjit's penis made contact with my vagina, I knew that he was special. I had lost touch with my ability to pleasure such hefty men with meaty equipment. Maybe I had softened a little, I thought.

I grunted as soon as he pushed it in forcefully. Fortunately, I was completely ready for him and had no difficulty in taking him in. Still, he was humongous very much like Jai Singh; I felt completely stuffed by his specimen. Ranjit understood that I was in unfamiliar territory and took it slowly. It was amazing to be under the weight of a real man.

Jai Singh was not into leisurely sex and often would pound me non stop. Ranjit seemed to be into leisurely sex and often rested on my body fully. He had an amazing ability to fuck non stop by twisting his pelvis back and forth. Jai Singh was also masterful at stroking me but he preferred to lift himself up and stroke me with periodic rests in between. It took only a few minutes for me to shudder with my orgasm. Whether it was the novelty or the size of his equipment, the effect was immediate. Perhaps, it was his dark complexion and my initial aversion for him that made me climax quickly.


Realizing that Ranjit was able to impress me, he whispered, "looks like you are not used to cumming so early."

"Are you done?" I asked him rudely.

"No my love," he said and kissed me intensely for a moment and said, "I am just getting started."

He lifted one of my legs and held it up for better penetration. His hand reached to my butt caressed it and then his middle finger massaged my anus. Unlike Ashok's fingers he had stubby and fat fingers that felt good on my anus. Besides, Ashok couldn't even comfortably massage my anus in such a position. I grew listless as Ranjit was proving to be a much better lover than I had imagined. He would make me his slut and utterly humiliate Ashok.

I convulsed under his weight with the mixture of pain and pleasure. His finger embedded in my butt worked like a charm. I was tiring under his weight but whatever he was doing felt so good that I didn't dissuade him. The most important thing was that I felt connected to him completely. It just seemed our union was our destiny. My experience with Jai Singh was similar but with Ranjit I felt intimately connected. My revulsion for him never changed over the years; if at all it only made my sexual episodes with him intense.

Ranjit continued his ploughing for over ten minutes and right when I was at the cusp of my second orgasm, he stopped. I cursed my fortune but it was only him playing with me. As I tilted up my pelvis, encouraging him to continue, he whispered, "you have never felt like this with your husband, have you?"

"Stop talking rubbish. If you are done, I would like to go back to sleep," I replied brusquely.

"There is no sleep for you tonight honey," he whispered.

"After this is done, you will help me get erect again. And then I will fuck your your butt or mouth," he said confidently.

"Only in your dreams Ranjitji," I said, "my little one would wake up anytime."

He had started rocking back and forth his pelvis and pushed me to the cusp once again and in between his thrusts, he whispered, "tell me that you are my slut."

"Ah Ranjit," I moaned as waves of pleasure radiated from my vagina. After a long time I was experiencing truly powerful orgasm from actual intercourse. Only Jai Singh took me to those peaks in the past. He pushed his second finger to my butt rudely in an attempt to increase my pleasure. With his stubby fingers inside, I felt I was sandwiched between Ashok and him. I tried to contain my moans but couldn't hide my abject capitulation. Ranjit kissed me feverishly as he continued to lead to my second orgasm. My legs were now resting on his pelvis urging him to drive deeper. He continued toying with me by pushing me towards the edge and then restraining himself.

Just as it happens though, at one point, I held him in a vice-like grip and pushed against him with all my might while pulling his pelvis into me. I shuddered with such an intense orgasm that there was no doubt that we were made for each other. As soon as I descended from orgasm, Ranjit increased his tempo and after furiously stroking me, he ejaculated inside me. He came in such torrents that I felt all of his semen would overflow from my vagina. His penis violently shook for over 20 seconds spurting his virile semen into my unprotected womb.

After catching his breath, he lazily rolled back to his side. I was relieved. The overall session may have lasted for 20 minutes or so but more than 15 minutes of it, he was on top with his penis lodged inside my vagina. He had elevated himself in my eyes. It was my moment to communicate my gratitude to him. After arranging my clothes, I turned towards him and kissed him lightly on his cheek, I said, "Thank you!"

"I should be thanking you," he replied.

"That you have," I said, and added, "I love my husband and while it may seem otherwise, I wanted to let you know that I was only fulfilling my father-in-law's wishes. He wanted both of his sons to be happy and benefit from the fortune of his family."

"Oh really," he said, surprised, "I didn't know he loved me so much."

"He was guilty of keeping you at bay due to his wife's i.e. my mother-in-laws insistence. Now that she has passed away; he intends to make amends."

"By allowing me to mate with his daughter-in-law?"

"That's one way to look at it," I said, "yet another way to look at is a splendid opportunity to experience the pleasures that only a young, beautiful woman can give you."

"Wouldn't Ashok object to it?"

"He doesn't need to know. Besides, it's not as if your mounting me would interfere with his mounting. As a young woman, I don't see a reason to turn anyone away; especially if we are able to be tight lipped about it."

"I didn't think you were so broad minded," he whispered.

"I am not," I quickly retorted.

"Babuji thinks you didn't score a pretty woman due to your dark complexion. But you can still benefit from your brother's fortune."

He slept blissfully and didn't retort. Even though I felt I could provoke him for another session, I curbed my instinct. However, in the morning, he himself made a move and that possibly could be due to my own subtle moves. I made it a point to present my back to him most of the night and slept perilously close to him. I had crossed a bridge where I didn't bother about observing decorum inside the house and in front of my husband. Now that Shobha had learned about it, I felt that anything and everything was acceptable.

Of course my sanity would restore every now and then but I found my wayward self ruling me more often than not. He scooted closer to me and moved his hand to my breasts and caressed them. It took me only a few seconds to register and for a few moments, I thought it was Ashok but then realized that it was Ranjit. He homed in on my nipples in almost no time and I woke up and pushed my butt into his crotch. He started kissing my neck and at times I felt his foul breath but I was in a delirious state and none of his foul odor bothered me anymore. I had noticed that he was sucking on my neck quite intently as if a vampire was trying to feast on the victim's blood. I didn't understand what he was doing but learned the next day looking at myself in the mirror after taking a shower. He had given me a hickey.

"What else am I allowed?" he playfully asked.

"Can I fuck her mouth?"

I turned on my back and without any hesitation our lips met. After having necked me, his breath seemed to be better. We had an intense and deep kiss for a minute or so and only after breaking, he asked, "You didn't answer."

"If that pleases you," I softly whispered.

"And what if I wanted to sodomize her?"

I hesitated as taking him in the butt was no ordinary affair. My butt was sore for more than a week after Jai Singh ravaged it once. But there was something surreal in giving in completely to a well endowed man; enduring everything to please him. Jai Singh loved plowing me from behind and had buggered me about two dozen times; each time it was a pretty long session and never done in a rush. In fact, except for the initial few times, every other time I relished that experience. However, the after effects always restored some sanity.

Disregarding him, I softly kissed on his cheeks and his neck. He had won me over completely and I was ready to be his slut.

"No," I whispered, between the kisses.

"It's too big!"

His ego inflated just the way Jai Singh's ego inflated.

"Much bigger than your husband's?" he quipped.

"I see; he wanted his daughter-in-law to be serviced by a better equipped son!"

Men loved putting down their opponents when it came to such things. In some ways I too enjoyed it when then put down my husband; it in subtle ways reinforced my errant ways. I latched onto his lips and kissed him passionately. Submitting to such a well endowed stud was easy, especially so when they disregarded societal norms. His audacity to mount me in presence of both my husband and his wife were indeed the traits that I longed to see in my alpha males.

"How big is his?" he asked, breaking the kiss eagerly. I ignored when he persisted, I hesitantly moved my hands to his penis and after stroking it a few times, grabbed it with my thumb and index finger half-way from his base.

"Seriously?"

I realized that I was humiliating my husband but at that moment I felt it was completely warranted and even added, "and you are more than twice as thick."

Ranjit was ecstatic. It seemed as an exaggeration but upon closer inspection I was sure that it was pretty close to the truth. He kissed me hungrily and soon got up to straddle my face. I pleaded, "Not now Ranjitji," but he didn't listen to me. His foul smelling, semi-rigid penis landed with a thud on my lips. My nostrils inhaled the pungent musky odor that was clearly mixed with both the odor of semen and urine. The stench was strong but it acted as aphrodisiac and drew me closer to his specimen. That's how real men smelled; far different from the odor of the squeaky clean penis of your husbands. The very fact that Ranjit was mounting me and not some other woman was in itself a privilege. That's how Sejal preached.

In the wild, Sejal used to remind me, the lioness would seduce the pride lion and for that would sometimes fellate the lion. Every time my ego would object, she would intervene and remind me that my sole purpose was to mate with men; especially well endowed men. Otherwise God would not have bestowed me with such good looks and body that acted as a magnet to them. Even though she wanted me to be Jai Singh's slut, she told me clearly that as and when opportunities arose, I should consider mating with other well endowed men. It took me a long time to come to terms with my situation but over the last four years, I had certainly learned that if nature really intended such a life for me, she wouldn't have chosen a husband like Ashok for me.

His musky odor enthralled me. Inadvertently, my hand reached to cup his testicles and I gently massaged them. I moved my other hand to his butt and caressed it. My heavy breathing conveyed him my intense desire for him. I pulled him closer and started kissing his penis, moving towards the base rather than knob. My tongue moved to his large sacs and I started seriously sucking on his testicles as if I wanted to encourage them to produce more semen so that he could impregnate the prettiest daughter-in-law of the family. In the darkness, I couldn't see how dark his sacs and his equipment was but I knew the sight would not have been much different from an interracial porn movie. The subservient slut inside me wanted to let him know that I had fully accepted him as my bull.

Ranjit was audibly moaning; whether it was pure physical pleasure or psychological bliss, I couldn't tell. I was afraid that either Shobha or Ashok would wake up but I was beyond getting scared of such social concerns. As Ranjit leaned forward on the wall, and leaned forward, I understood what he wanted and moved to tonguing behind his sacs; essentially his perineum. The musky stench became stronger, something that I had come to associate with manliness. It reminded me of my affair with Jai Singh but with Ranjit everything was a notch above, including his body odor, his stale breath, his genitals odor, and his size. My tongue moved to his puckered hole and no sooner did I touch, Ranjit let out a deep sigh. The greedy bastard then squarely presented his anus; urging me to probe the darkest crevice in his body with my tongue.

Ashok never understood my fascination with assholes, both literally and figuratively, and neither did I but I knew that it was a pleasurable experience for myself and I imagined it was the same for men. More importantly though, I felt that it was an utterly humiliating experience for the giver and a domineering experience for the receiver. I took a lot of time to bond with Jai Singh, even though perhaps it was less than 6 months, I felt that there was no point delaying it with Ranjit. I grabbed his butt and probed his anal opening with the tip of my tongue, with a clear intentino of penetrating his anus. I licked and lathered his opening with my saliva and continued tonguing it as if it was my only mission in life. Ranjit was delirious; or perhaps never experienced such a slavish act or perhaps never imagined me performing in such a manner. I spent perhaps 3-4 minutes licking and then he fed me his majestic penis.

There wasn't much preamble; he pushed forward as soon as he entered my mouth. Although he was quite big, I too was a connoisseur and knew how to adapt. Still only 1/4th of it slid in without much difficulty and when he tried to push in much more, just like Jai Singh, he too loved going in deep. After a dozen strokes, it finally made more than half-way in and I struggled to breath. He would not relent and kept on pushing it in after giving me a few brief moments to catch my breath. He was even more aggressive than Jai Singh, so finally, I pushed him away forcefully and sliding further down encouraged him to push it in again. This provided a much better angle, more leverage for both of us to control the penetration. As I tilted my head up to better align with his penis that was pointing backwards it went inside with almost no effort.

Truth be told that was the first time someone breached my throat in less than 5 minutes. Ranjit was in heaven realizing the relative ease with which he was able to feel the tightness around his knob. His musky, pungent odor had practically permeated my nostrils and his knob was pushing against the entrance of my throat. It did bother me but since Jai Singh had done this more than a handful of times, I was accustomed to it. Ranjit loved it and settled into rhythm in no time. He would pull it all the way out, giving me room to breathe before pushing it all the way in. Fortunately, the tightness around my throat was enough for him to unload in my mouth within a few minutes. I pushed his penis out with the fear that his stuff may accidentally enter my windpipe, but his semen dripped on my nose and my face. I hurriedly left to clean myself up after that.

Due to the household chores, we had to get up early and take care of the morning activities. Shobha was up but she was stoned and was not able to do anything. I took care of most of the activities.

"Did something happen?" she asked, shaking her head.

"What Shobha?" I asked innocently.

"Nothing," she said and let the topic rest. Not sure what changed but she didn't broach the subject for quite a while. Even though it was her house, I was doing most of the household chores as I was the youngest daughter-in-law of the house. Late in the morning, Ashok and I finally got a chance to talk to each other in some privacy. He was direct in questioning me and asked, "I felt that Ranjit was sleeping next to you and not Shobha in the morning. Was it true or just my imagination?"

I looked at him carefully. He wasn't upset but seemed disappointed and perhaps frustrated with my sluttish behavior.

"It is not what it seems Ashok," I softly whispered, scooting next to him.

"You are not mad at me, are you?" I asked him, laying my hand on his thigh. I sensed there was some sexual excitement, so I took a chance to continue my dialogue appropriately.

"Babuji stipulated this as a precondition to the proposal I had put forward. He didn't want to have it any other way. So, I acceded."

"Does Shobha know about it?" he asked.

"No; she knows nothing but she seems to be unhappy with his libido and maybe that's why Babuji stipulated such an odd condition."

"How can you tolerate such a disgusting man?" he pleaded.

"Don't worry about that," I calmly responded.

"He is the only family we have apart from Sejal and Jai Singh. We have to keep it together. If it calls for some sacrifices then so be it."

"Are you with me?"

He nodded.

"Ashok I understand that this is difficult for you as well. Jai Singh took advantage of the situation and I did whatever he wanted to safeguard Sejal's married life. This is the same. Babuji was explicit about it; not only did he want me to sleep with Ranjitji but actually bond with him."

"Are you following Ashok?" I softly whispered.

We couldn't continue our discussion but it was clear that Ashok felt humiliated having learnt that his pretty wife was having sex with his ugly looking cousin. I wouldn't call him ugly looking but he wasn't a handsome man either. That afternoon he courted me in broad daylight in the open area behind his house and I really understood how privileged he was to be courting me. As conceited as I was, I definitely felt superior to him outwardly but deep inside I very well knew that barring social compulsions he could have courted any woman he liked. Still as he held me in his arms, I looked at him. His white teeth shone brightly between his dark lips as his big eyes looked at me lovingly. As he held my hand in his, I realized how dark he was in comparison to even Jai Singh.

Shobha was out with her kids and only Ashok was inside managing our two children in the front room.

"I didn't think you would be so willing," he said.

"If I had known," he added, "I would have monopolized you on your first night itself."

I calmly looked at him as he tried his very best to romance me. Jai Singh was excellent at it and even though I didn't think he was good looking, I didn't see a huge disparity between his and Ashok's looks per se. With Ranjit it just seemed like a giant leap for me but he seemed undaunted. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed my cuckold husband eavesdropping on us; he was not more than 10 feet away from us but only I could see him or make him out as he seemed hidden in the shadows.

Ranjitji's hand moved to my waist that he seemed to be fond of. Thrice during that day had he grabbed me from behind and caressed my belly. Perhaps he imagined sowing his seed.

"I can't believe my naive, imbecile brother can be so lucky," he said, caressing my belly.

"Why do you think only he is lucky?" I said and quickly added, "Shobha is also beautiful."

"She is just a nagging woman. Only bitching about what she doesn't have."

Maybe this was indeed the most positive trait of mine. I almost never argued and never nagged Ashok. In fact, I don't even remember if we ever quarreled over something significant. Even though that cheap thug Jai Singh abused me several times, I never refused to entertain him and never held any grudges. Letting him mount me after I was terribly frustrated only made it easier for me to see it in the right light. This was equally true with my relationship with Ashok's father and I presumed the same would be the case with Ranjit as well. It wasn't true that I never felt frustrated or angered with my situation in life but sex was a physical need for me and since I enjoyed it immensely it was easy for me to bond with someone to whom I was physically attracted.

"So do you," I quickly remarked, "but you do have what you had been valuing so far."

He smiled. I added, "only if Shobha allows it."

"What will that bitch say to me? If she says anything to me, I will take care of her."

"How often do you make love with your husband?" he asked, turning his attention again to me.

"As often as he wishes it?"

[Darksam]

"And how often is that?" he asked, pushing again.


I blushed and softly whispered, "almost every night."

"Is your pencil dicked husband able to get it up that often?" he said.

"It has been only 4 years for your marriage; isn't it too early to reduce the frequency to that little?"

Ashok had an insatiable hunger for me. Ranjit was belittling it as the other men I mated with did; including Ashok's father. They relished the feeling that they were able to give me, someone else's wife, earth shattering orgasms, and the knowledge that my husband could not pleasure me the same way. With Jai Singh, I tried in the initial stages to suppress my satisfaction but it was usually apparent to him that I enjoyed it immensely. Almost at a subconscious level I did pretty much everything for him sexually. It took me a while to understand but I finally understood that Ashok loved my errant behavior. If Ranjit only knew that Ashok was not only willing to prepare me with his tongue for sex with him but would also clean me after he ejaculates inside me, I thought.

If there was one single thing that I could point to for my transformation into a slut, then it was this tacit acceptance of Ashok. He would court me even more aggressively after I was with another man and would go down on me for a long time, almost until I orgasm'd the second time. He often didn't even insist on mounting me, especially after I had been with Jai Singh. After my open discussion with him on playing the role of his father's wife, it became apparent to me that I had complete freedom in terms of deciding to have sex with other men.

Still, I was cautious and didn't always follow my instincts. There were plenty of men, which whom I imagined sex freely. I did it even earlier but after that discussion I felt liberated and not guilty about it. There were at least a dozen men with whom I imagined having sex with but none of them were my age; in fact almost half of them were my fathers age and then rest were at least as old Jai Singh or Ranjit. I even imagined licking their testicles and rimming them. Ranjit was definitely one of those men but I always hated confessing it to myself. He was the darkest of all the men I imagined about. I never really fantasized about them while having sex but these thought would cross my my mind upon laying my eyes on an attractive man. I didn't try anything untoward with the other men but with Ranjit and Kakaji, I thought I would sooner or later. I was not attracted to Kakaji but if it meant serving his semen to Ashok then I was willing to do it.

I learned what drove Ashok; it was me having sex with multiple men, especially well-endowed men who could pleasure me immensely. He enjoyed the fact that I preferred sex with them and do a lot more to pleasure them than him. It took me a while to understand my needs but apart from what I was already indulging in what I liked most was doing it openly in front of Ashok. I never wanted to do a threesome with Ashok and another man but I wanted him to be intimately aware of what's happening in my life. Being romanced by Ranjit and being in his arms as my husband watched us gave me pleasure.

"Maybe," I coyly replied.

"How often do you want it at night?"

"Why do you ask?"

The most times I had sex in a night was about four times; twice intercouse with Jai Singh and then Ashok went downon me until I orgasm'd. These episodes happened with an alarming frequency though. The two sessions with Jai Singh would be about 2 hours in total and then with Ashok it would be about an hour in all. In all, I strongly suspect I had more than 30-40 such sessions during the past 4 years. Still I longed for more sex, at least I felt that if even my father-in-law had courted me around the same time, I would have been able to handle him.

"You were able to do it twice last night and although it was rushed, I felt you could have done much more and much longer."

I blushed after hearing him openly talk about my ability. Even Jai Singh understood my talent and had suggested that I could take on more partners after having a few children from him.

"I won't turn you down ever," I replied, containing my excitement.

"Did you like it that much?"

I shook my head and gave him a smile.

"Do you like my penis?" he asked.

I couldn't handle such a brazen question and evaded his eyes. In the shade, I noticed my husband massaging his bulge. It just seemed like a perfect setting for me.

"Did you like taking it in your mouth?"

I rolled my eyes but had a faint smile on my face.

"Would you like to take in your butt?"

I blushed again and didn't answer but shook my head.

"You will like it," he said.

"It's too big," I softly whispered.

"Well you took in your mouth much better than I had imagined."

I just smiled and didn't respond.

"Now leave me, Ashok would be back any moment."

"So? Who cares? Didn't Babuji himself ask for this? He wanted his beautiful daughter-in-law to mate with his better endowed son. What is the harm if Ashok knows about it?" Didn't you let me mount last night while your husband slept only a few feet away? I don't even think you care," he said.

"No Ranjitji, I love my husband very much. Babuji's suggestion is not a reflection of Ashok's capability. He doesn't feel right on how you were treated by the circumstances in our family. This is his attempt to make it right," I said, looking into his eyes.

"Ashok is a considerate man and while I suspect he can oversee some of my transgressions, we should not take it for granted. He is a man after all! My promise to you is that I would never turn you down as long as it doesn't affect the decorum of our relationships. If you want this to be a longer term affair then you need to keep a good check on Shobha."

"She won't say anything even if I fucked you in front of her. She is past her prime and hardly cares for it."

"And you aren't?" I asked teasingly.

"Does it seem like?"

I just smiled.

"I want Ashok to understand that when it comes to sex you prefer me over him. And this can only be communicated by first making him aware that we are sleeping together and that you prefer to sleep with me when I am around," he said directly.

There was no pretense, no conceit in his tone. He believed that this was indeed possible and that it was the right thing to do. It took me a while to understand but I knew that this was one of the reasons I would fall for such alpha males. Jai Singh had a similar mindset. Right from the beginning he made it clear that he wanted to impregnate me and that he would do so flagrantly to humiliate Ashok. Such was Jai Singh's ardor for me that even Ashok implicitly understood it and didn't court me until I had been with Jai Singh earlier. And when he did court me, he mostly left me with an indelible feeling that he was only preparing me for what was about to follow.

Ranjit had similar intentions. And now that I am more experienced and understood what drove my passions and Ashok's passions, it was easy to see that Ranjit was the right man to take Jai Singh's place.

I didn't make any of this evident to him and simply shook my head and quickly stepped into the house after extricating myself from his arms. Ranjit didn't pursue me and let me soak it all in. He stepped out of the house; soon after that my husband Ashok made his move. I turned around and kissed him deeply. The fire that Ranjit lit was evident to both of us. He responded with the same fervor and after ending a long, deep kiss, I said to him, "Ashok I need your tongue inside my twat. Your cousin has ignited this fire, please quench it."

He obediently kneeled down and lifting my gown started with his work while I pretended to work in the kitchen. Only in a matter of minutes I shuddered with an orgasm but Ashok made it a point to take me towards another orgasm. After what seemed like 25 minutes, he eventually let me go. After having gathered ourselves, I softly spoke to Ashok, "Ashok I want to be honest with you."

"Ranjitji plans to visit us regularly and stay over and was wondering how this would work out?"

Ashok stopped for a few moments and asked, "What would you like?"

"After everything you have been through," he said, "you should have complete freedom to make such decisions. I will abide by it. We understand each other very well now anyway."

I pulled him closer and kissed him deeply. Brazenly, I pushed my hand into his pajamas and stroked his penis. He shivered as the realization that I was openly treating him as my cuckold. There were very few times when I behaved in such a rash manner with him but every such relationship comes to a point where both the husband and wife realize that their relationship has matured and that they can implicitly surrender to each other's needs.

"Ranjitji wants to take me as his wife, just the way Babuji wanted but it seems to me that he won't be as patient and contained," I said.

"You understand what I mean, right?" I asked, stroking his penis.

"Please be patient and don't interrupt anything. In due course of time things will settle into a rhythm eventually."

"I don't quite understand what you are asking?" he puttered, gulping his saliva.

"There is nothing to understand," I calmly replied, "let things flow naturally. There is an insane hunger for me in them. Don't let it get to you."

We were disturbed at that time but we had an understanding. Shobha acted like a bitch, the rest of the day but after Ranjit had a word with her she softened her behavior. That night Ranjit was after me like a mad dog would be after a bitch in heat, the only difference being that I let him mount me again and again. Ranjit was so insatiable that he fucked me four times that night; we spent a good part of our night screwing each other. Even Jai Singh hadn't screwed me that intensely; he was talented but he had never fucked that many times in a night. Ranjit was not only insatiable but each time the sessions only increased in length. I had to fellate him several times to encourage him to ejaculate but it didn't work.

We left the next day. My doctor had said that I was doing a good job by avoiding getting pregnant; she had recommended at least another year's cool-down period but it seemed that she would be disappointed. My periods had commenced quite late this time around; nature's way to protect me and I had been careful with my father-in-law. My father-in-law was elated to learn that I entertained his other son and that I had full intention to bond with him. Ashok was emotional that night; after eating me out to his heart's content, he slept next to me without making any attempt to mount me. This was exactly the reaction I had anticipated; in the presence of an alpha male, he always took a back seat.

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