[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER

PART8



When the plane took off from Mumbai, I was still thinking about what Kushal had just told me. The rumor of how Ravi had seduced and enjoyed a guy's wife during a seminar had been going around since his first day in office. I did not know Kushal was the guy and Sanjana was the woman.

Kushal's wife Sanjana comes from a wealthy family and by all standards, she was soft spoken and well brought up. She has always been rather reserved about letting people get too close to her and does have that certain untouchable look, which often proves an irresistible challenge to people. I personally found her very attractive; and like most guys, secretly wished to seduce her, purely for the thrill of doing someone who looks, acts and is, so much the upper class girl.

I felt a very strange sensation imagining her with Ravi. Driving in a taxi back home, I felt a frisson of sexual excitement and realized that my own cock had hardened sufficiently to force me into making adjustments in order to get comfortable in my seat. For reasons I did not quite understand, I found myself getting horribly aroused imagining Ravi ravishing her right in front of her husband.

When I reached home, I hurried to the bedroom and locked the door. I opened the cupboard and slowly sorted through my wife's dresses, and lingerie. I found the black dress Monisha had worn the other night at the party at Desai, and brought it to my nose, smelling the familiar scent of Monisha's perfume. I felt my penis stiffen in my pants.

My mind couldn't help but think back to the journey Monisha had together with Ravi in the car, and that day at the party when I could not find Monisha and the feelings that went through me.

Then I found Monisha's panties, and my throat went dry. I fell into my chair, my body shaking, my heart pounding.

Thoughts of what happened between Ravi and Sanjana kept flooding my mind. But instead of him plunging into Sanjana, I found myself imagining what it would be like for Ravi to do Monisha. I imagined Monisha crying out with moans and multiple orgasms as he plunged into her, stroking in and out, going at it again and again, all night long. I pulled out my hard penis, and wrapped one of Monisha's panties around it. With a shaking hand, I began stroking myself. Within seconds I came, catching my sperm in Monisha's panties.
(To Be continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER

PART9


Remind me to tell you something later."
It usually started like this; in the middle of a work session, one of the guys in the department will whisper a line like this to the others, and I will know instantaneously that it is not work related.
Usually the turn of the conversation will be along the lines, "So, what is it I am supposed to remind you to tell me about?"
"I can’t really say now because it hasn't happened yet, and I don't want to start a rumor."
"What's it about?"
"Well, the boss came to see me today, and I didn't know anything about it, but he asked me about someone here...but I can't really say what it's about, because it hasn't happened...ask me later."

As a senior guy at the firm, I tried my best to avoid indulging in these types of office gossip. Shekhar Malik was on the other hand of the guys who made himself a reputation of always being the first in the know. If one of guys hears or sees things that happen here at the office, he always fills everyone in. Sometimes, if they bring up some drama, Shekhar will give his piece of the story, and they all share what they know, and together, they come up with the whole story.

A few days after my trip to Mumbai, I was in the boardroom with Shekhar catching up on the projects. For a couple of hours, we worked together on the analysis of a company we wanted to add to our portfolio. It is fascinating the way in which a company's secrets could be exposed by a proper analysis of their financials. We were interrupted by my secretary who dropped in to hand me a resume to look at. I had taken a quick glance at it and tucked the resume in my briefcase to have a thorough look later.

Without asking his eyes from his laptop, Shekhar said, “Whose legs are those? Never seen them before? “
“She's the new girl in accounts, ” I told him.
“Always nice to have an attractive girl around the office, isn't it?"
“How does that matter?” I said.
“She doesn't give you a boner?” was his answer.
“Sadly, I don't think I'm her type." I said
“It doesn’t matter, does it? These girals see the workplace as their hunting ground.”
“How can you say for sure?”
“You have a sexual urge every minute. It's a physical certainty. It's hard-wired into our brain. You can't fight it. Why would you want to? Live a little. Ten years from now you'll need a forklift to get a hard on.”
“Is there anything you don't know?”
“You have no idea. My nickname around here is 411.”
“I bet you know more about what happens behind these doors than anybody.”
“If you think you can pump me for information ...you're right.”

That was the opening I was looking for. Ever since that incident between Ravi and Ritikha, I knew that Shekhar probably knew more than anybody else on that matter.
“So tell me, how long have you known about Ritikha and Ravi?“
Shekhar hesitated one moment, but immediately saw that I was serious.
"Not for sure but I guess it was from the beginning."
"How did you find out?"
"Ritikha told me."
“This is very weird. Women don’t tell these things to guys they know nothing about.”
Something about the look on Shekhar's face got to me. “I had a thing with her.”
“You are amazing…. I mean the two of you were a pair?”
“Not really, let’s say there was the beginning of a spark… until that bastard came along. Then she had eyes only for him.”
"How do you feel about that?" I asked.
"I don't mind."
"Bull shit. I bet it's driving you crazy," I said.

"Well, I guess it bothers me a little. Maybe I'm just jealous that she went to him without a thought about my feelings. I guess it’s every girl’s dream to be knocked up by her handsome boss," he said.

"I still can't believe that it happened so quickly like that.”

“Let me give you a scenario. She’s at the beach, and Hrithik Roshan approaches. He tries to lean in and kiss her. She would definitely resist, at first. But if he was persistent, she might give in a little bit just to see what it felt like.“

What Shekhar said made sense but I did not really believe it.

"You mean he came, he kissed her and she was all for him?"
"Yes, he kissed her at any party”
"Did you talk to Ravi? Why didn't you just tell Ravi to stay away?"
"Do you really think I could do that? If he was hitting on Monisha like that, what would you do?" Shekhar said.

My imagination ran riot and I surprised myself at how immediately I was turned on. It took an effort to speak but I managed to ask, "I would just tell Monisha that I don't like him hanging around her like that. I would tell her about his reputation. I know Monisha would understand that and would let Ravi know in no uncertain terms that she was not interested in him."

“See, what was between Ritikha and I, was not really serious. I wasn't threatened by Ravi because Ritikha told me everything. She was immediately attracted to Ravi and told me in graphic detail all about their flirtatious conversations which often crossed the line. I started to look forward to hearing about their conversations.”

"What exactly is his big appeal?"
“Ritikha told me he is a fabulous lover. She said she never dreamed that it was possible to be made to feel that way."

Later when I went back to my office, I tried to work but couldn't concentrate on anything. I don't know why I was so worked up trying to work through my thoughts. By four o'clock I could no longer concentrate on even the simplest of tasks so I decided to take the rest of the day off. I called Ravi and told him that I had some personal business to take care of and I was packed and on the road.
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER

PART10


That night, after having dinner, my wife Monisha and I, retreated into the living room, each finding something to occupy ourselves.

I sat in my recliner chair, rocking a little. There was a news program on the television in front of me, but I wasn't really watching it. Monisha was sitting on the sofa, next to the end table with the light on it, looking very focused on the book she was reading.

As we sat I looked at my wife, marveling at how beautiful she was. She remained the definitive vision of feminine beauty to me.

It started with her feet, one of her finer features. I loved the high curving arch of her delicate foot that ascended to a slim ankle and above that the taper of her calf. Her hair was a shimmering shoulder length framing her delicate face.

Her torso, slim, but in perfect proportions, to the slightly smaller waist, and out again, slightly to her hips and her breasts that were large enough to attract attention, but small enough to remain firm. In almost every way, Monisha was a perfect wife. She had a sense of personal style that made me proud to be seen with her in public, and that style extended to our home, where her eye for decorating did marvels for our house.

Monisha seemed to 'feel' my stare, and she turned her face towards me and gave a little half-smile, and tilted her head, not speaking, but asking me: do you want to say something.

I looked at her for a moment, and finally said, "Tell me about the book. Is it anything like the cover?"
Monisha flushed. "I thought you were asleep?"
I laughed. "No, I'm not, I was watching you as you read."
"Well, it's about a married couple. They're been married for a few years and the wife has an affair."
"What happens next? Does she fall in love with the guy, and leave her husband?"
"No, it's much more complicated than that. You have to read the book."
I brought her closer and kissed her. "So, are you planning on letting another guy seduce you?"
Monisha playfully pushed her hand against my chest. "Hey, mister, are you trying to tell me that we have a bad marriage?"
I paused, "No, I'm just wondering why the book turned you on so much."
"That's for me to know, and YOU to find out," giggled Monisha.
I grinned knowingly. "I think I know. Remember when I caught you staring at that guy at the party?"
Monisha flushed. "I wasn't staring."
"Well, you were eating him up with your eyes!" I teased her, laughing.
"I was not!"
"Sure. It turned you on so much you practically assaulted me when we got back to the room."
"Well, I remember you were pretty horny too."
"Maybe I was," I replied as threw off my briefs. "Pretend like I'm that guy."
Monisha giggled. "Yeah, you are so handsome" she playfully cooed.

Our lovemaking was more passionate than usual. Afterwards, I lay in the dark, thinking. Finally I asked, "Tell me the truth, the idea of posing for the calendar and have the guys leering at you did turn you on, didn't it?"

Monisha didn't answer straightaway, pretending to be asleep. "Would it turn you on that your mates lust after me on the calendar?" she asked, after a long moment.

I closed my eyes and placed head back on the pillow as I answered, "Ohhhhh, yes that would be SO HOT!"

At this point Monisha appeared a little bit confused. She seemed a little bit hurt and betrayed by my answer, I guess. "So you're telling me that you would like to see another man seduce me ?" asked Monisha, trying to be as specific as possible.

It was obvious by my wife's tone, that she was not overly pleased with me. I could tell she had some wrong ideas floating around in her mind, so I attempted to clarify them as good as I could.

"Oh Monisha, I would never actually allow some other guy to have his way with you! You are the most important thing in the world to me. This is nothing more than fantasy talk. In my mind, this is hot as hell. In reality, it would end my world," I explained.

"Are you serious? Do you mean that?" asked Monisha, her voice rising a bit as she hoped what I was saying to her was actually true.

"Absolutely! I like the idea of you dressing real sexy and flaunting yourself in front of someone. I like the idea of someone else getting absolutely insane with horniness ...only for you. Now that is closer to something I could get into."

"Oh yeah? How would we go about doing something like that?" asked Monisha, suddenly curious by the idea.

Monisha was trying to play it as cool as she could but it was pretty much obvious she was intrigued turned on by the whole concept of flirting with someone else, with my complete consent!

"But tell me honestly, would it really turn you on if I sleep with some handsome guy?"

"In fantasy, yes. For us to pretend it together, yes!" I replied.

"So, if I were to tell you that some guy made a pass at me, that'd get you hot?" asked Monisha.

"Again, as long as this is only fantasy. Who would be the lucky guy to enjoy my wife?”

“What if the guy is your boss, Ravi?”
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER

PART11



I felt a surge of adrenaline course through my veins as the realization that my beautiful wife was living out one of my favorite fantasies!


“I would never really want you to have sex with Ravi," I replied. "But if you wanted to -- right now, you could close your eyes and pretend like you are having sex with my boss Ravi! Tell me what you would want Ravi to do to you now."

Monisha let out a soft moan and replied, "Oh god Ravi, make love to me now!"

I simply could not believe my ears. This was just too hot! My wife had always been way too conservative for me to believe that she would participate in this perverted little fantasy.

This pushed me over the edge. But for that brief moment, we were both quite lost in the fantasy. That night was the one that broke down some major sexual barriers between Monisha and me. We began a whole new world of role-playing and fantasy sharing in the bedroom.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER

PART12



I woke up at daybreak the next morning because of an early appointment. I showered and was drying off as I walked into the bedroom. I smiled when I saw the recent pictures of Monisha on top of the dresser that were taken a month ago for our anniversary party.

I picked up the stack of photos and started looking through them. I always had a hard time taking my eyes off her, she was so pretty. Her appearance had barely changed since I had first met her. She still wore her hair just past her shoulders, and took care of her body. I put the photos down and opened the top drawer of her dresser and picked up a black bra and sniffed the aroma of her favorite perfume.

Monisha was still fast asleep. I loved her long slim legs that seemed to go on forever and ever. Her sexy ankles and lovely feet always drove me crazy. Monisha hated it when I tried to play around and kiss her feet and ankles but it turned me on.

That day at work, I found myself daydreaming, thinking about my wife with Ravi. It made me hard and I went into the bathroom to masturbate, and afterwards felt guilty knowing I might have trouble, but I couldn't resist.

However much I tried to separate fantasy from reality, I discovered that Monisha's and my fantasy-filled conversations turned me on; and the various possibilities entering my mind were erotic in the extreme.

But what was the thrill? After all, it wasn't a case of me getting excited over a new relationship with another woman. So why was I getting excited over a scenario in which Monisha might be seduced by another man who was my own boss?

I couldn't get my mind off Monisha and Ravi. I masturbated more than once fantasizing about them, and the next time Monisha and I made love, I came thinking of Ravi doing her.

With this new turn of events, Monisha and I found ourselves often discussing about Ravi and during our conversation she asked occasional questions about him.

“You certainly ask a lot of questions about him,” I told her once.
"No, of course, I don't ...."
“You fancy Ravi or something darling?”
“Come on…”
"He's quite good looking, isn't he? “
“Yeah, you could say that..”
“But then again, I suppose looks aren't everything, are they?”
“Why, what do you mean?”
"There is something I heard about him," I added after a moment.
"What did you hear?"
"It was something about Ravi."
"Yes," she prodded.
"Well," I tried to sound flippant and off-hand but really didn't succeed. "They sort-of said, well, they basically said he was .... "
"And?"
"He has got a big cock."

She was completely taken aback by the lewd directness just as I was more than a little surprised to experience a sudden thrill.

“And is that true?” she asked.

I was not expecting that comment and threw away a reactive answer that came out perhaps more sharply than I had intended.

"How the fuck should I know?"

Her face turned red. "I just thought you might know," she said.
"How should I know?" I refused to divulge anything.
"I mean sometimes guys talk about that sort of thing?"

There was an uneasy silence and I found myself trembling with sudden excited anticipation. Truth was, I had heard about it. But I wasn't about to tell Monisha.

"Do you think I go around looking at other guy's dicks while in the boardroom?" I asked.

"Never mind then," she said, appearing annoyed.

"I'm sorry," I apologized. For what reason, I didn't know! That happened a lot, I noticed. I often found myself apologizing for things I didn't understand.

Although I'd not actually seen Ravi's cock, I suspected it was pretty much larger than average. But I wasn't about to tell Monisha that. But I couldn't help noticing an air of sexual anticipation creeping in talking about another guy like that with my wife. I was intrigued to see how far she'd go with this new found interest and teased her.

"I don't reckon you want to know so much about his performance at work as the size of his cock! You really are quite a naughty little girl, aren't you?"

"No, not at all" she responded a little too quickly. After another brief silence while she gauged my reaction she added, "Although, thinking about it… yeah, it is quite a nice thought I suppose."

"Well darling, as I said before, I've never seen it. Sorry to disappoint you but I'll enquire if you like. Perhaps you'd like me to ask him 'Please Ravi, can Monisha have a photo of your cock? She wants to know how big it is'. How would that do?"

She realized I was teasing. There was a sudden air of anticipation between us and a further silence ensued. But her imagination was at an end on the particular topic of Ravi's unknown penile dimensions; and she refused to answer any more of my questions. Yet the seeds of fantasy had now been sown in my mind and I found them exciting.

I occasionally visualized the look on Monisha's face when she first discovered what he had to offer and it would make me unbelievably horny. Presumably there was no smoke without fire and he must have been fairly well endowed, or the others wouldn't have talked about it. Out of wickedness I even made up a story and told her that I'd been holding out on her and that yes, I had actually seen it. Yes, it was the most super cock ever, it was bloody big and she'd love it too. She knew I was fooling yet she appeared sufficiently interested in the game to play along, saying things like, "God darling, really? Is it honestly that big?"

Sometimes she'd whisper suggestions in my ear. The thoughts went on and it didn't take long for my wife to discover just how much she could excite me by talking about it. During such games she would frequently ask whether I would really mind if she did try to have it off with him, as if confirming that it really might be on the cards.

Things at work were progressing fast, in two and a half weeks we had finished most of the project. All of the other project managers had collaborated so I told them we should plan a get together after we close out the project.

On Wednesday we went out to a local joint for an inexpensive lunch with five of the guys. Some time during lunch, one of the guys, Amit, asked about the girls. It took me a minute to realize he was talking about Ritikha.

It's no secret that sometimes there happens to be discrete affairs between members of staff. But Amit wasn't the discrete type.

"I heard Ravi is nailing that little bombshell," Amit said. "They said the two are staying after work every night, fucking their brains out."

"How does she do it? She acts like the faithful wife. Won't look at another man, she says."

"Another cock tease wife, maybe," Amit said.

"Maybe her mouth says she's married. But her body doesn't know it. “

I did not quite like the turn the conversation was taking. I knew I needed to have a serious talk with Ritikha. As a matter of fact, I helped Ritikha get a job in our office at FutureMedia.

Looking back on it now, I have to say that I only have myself to blame. Ritikha called me and asked if there were any secretarial jobs open in the place where I worked. As it happened, there was an opening. I offered to set up an appointment for her. I put in a good word for her at the office.

She and I got together a few times after that. Our relationship remained entirely platonic, she side-stepped everything that could be remotely sexual relationship. She mentioned a few times that she was determined to be faithful to her husband.

“My husband gets jealous every time another man looks at me."

I now remember that after she'd been at work a couple of weeks, we got together for a drink. That day she looked worried. "Do you hear any rumors about me at the office?" she asked.

"No, not at all," I said. "I mean, a couple of guys talking about what a looker you are, that sort of thing."

"Well, you've got a horny bunch of guys up there. Not a day passes that I don't get hit on. And apparently some of the girls have been getting jealous. One of them has been saying I've been fooling around. You should know that I don't fool around. I just won't cheat on my husband, you know that. So don't believe any rumors you might hear. They're just jealousy - female envy or maybe male bragging. Maybe they don't believe a woman can be faithful, I don't know."

The next time we talked, I asked Ritikha if she had met Ravi. "That creep!" she said. "He thinks he's God's gift to women. I can't stand him."

That was then. But, now more than ever, it seemed that Ravi could get any woman he wanted, married or single, it didn't seem to make any difference. Whatever he had, it worked like magic on women.

At 5:30 in the afternoon, I was getting ready to go home and proposed to drop Ritikha to her place. I just drove grimly in silence until on a B road, I pulled into a deserted lay-by and stopped. Ritikha had not spoken a word since I pulled her from the house but now, without looking at me she said quietly, "You know, don't you?"

"Why?"

"I don't know," she said turning to look at me with helpless eyes.

"Do you want to tell me about it?"

"Right from when I first met Ravi, it was very easy to see why he was so successful with women but I thought he was not my type. There was never anything between us except when for the first time I got the feeling that he was building up to make a pass at me. For those few weeks I got very agitated whenever I was in his company but I convinced myself that I had imagined it. But at last year’s annual office party when we kissed. I knew I had been waiting for that to happen. When he let me go, I hurried to the ladies room. I was shaking and unsteady on my feet. I gripped the counter and took deep breaths to try to calm myself. My entire body was tingling, on fire. I felt a mix of emotions. I was angry, embarrassed, outraged, and humiliated, all at the same time."

"I was also aroused. Ravi oozed confidence and charisma. I wasn't used to that. My husband is loving and sweet. But he isn't a man's man like Ravi. I scorned myself for thinking that. I felt I was betraying my husband."

"After that I was scared of being alone with Ravi ever again. If he came into a room where I was by myself, I immediately got up and left and I used to find something to do.”

I listened at her, unsure whether I should feel sympathy or anger or plain indifference.

Ritikha just wanted to talk it out, “For the last few weeks although everything seemed to be the same on the surface, there has been this undercurrent - I didn't know if Ravi was aware of it too or whether the whole thing was in my mind. Three weeks ago I was helping with the paper work when I got to fetch some papers from the boardroom. As soon as I set off I knew that I had done a stupid thing. All the way down I was on edge, always looking behind, intending to hide if I saw him coming. Coming back was even worse because at any minute I expected him to step out in front of me. When I got back to the office I was trembling all over. It was all so crazy because Ravi was not even around."

Ritikha shook her head ruefully. "After that I had a stern word with myself."

"Why didn't you mention it me? I could have protected you from him." I finally said.

"How could I? Imagine how you would have reacted if I had told you about the effect he had on me. I thought that I could handle it myself. That is when I was really lost. There was the temptation of having him in the office and the opportunity of being with him. At that point, I believed it was for only one time. I thought, "Just once, to see how it would feel, only one fabulous dream. Since then I've been cheating my husband every day. Did you know?"

I shook my head without saying anything. After a long pause Ritikha went on. "The girls around the office said Ravi was gorgeous, and they are right. But that's not why I was attracted to him, or at least not the only reason. The way Ravi put his hand on me, like he owned me. His take charge personality. The commanding way he spoke to me. For a moment, I allowed myself to imagine what it would be like in bed with me. Would he dominate me? Make me do things ..."

The thought made me shudder. For a moment I was lost in imagination to the erotic thought of Monisha impaled on Ravi, with her legs wrapped around his back. My imagination ran riot and I surprised myself at how immediately I was turned on; just the same as when Monisha and I fantasized together in bed.

Immediately after I had left Ritikha and was driving home, my mind once more wondered about the situation. But it was Monisha I kept thinking about. She had looked incredible in that dress the other night at Desai’s. Maybe in the years of our marriage I had forgotten how sexy and pretty my wife was.

"No need to worry," Ravi had said to me as he waved us away. "I'll keep your wife company."

I could almost hear Monisha telling me with trepidation in her voice.
"I need to tell you something… that night ... while we were going to the party, Ravi made a pass at me."

Monisha would then describe how Ravi had kissed and fondled her, how he groped her tits, and reached under her dress. I could vividly see Ravi's mouth covering Monisha's, and his hand under her skirt, his hand pushing against her thigh.

I vividly saw Monisha as she moaned and arched back, as Ravi reached her panties and was fingering her. She writhed as Ravi played with her. Her body tensed as she had an orgasm from Ravi's finger fucking, at the same time as I convulsed and shot my load.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER

PART13


I had been working at FutureMedia for about six years now; it was a company that had lots of exciting projects with some talented people doing the sorts of work that interested me. My career path hadn't exactly gone to plan since I graduated. Maybe it is the fact that I was ambitious, or that I had a firm belief in the integrity of my ideas that wouldn't allow me to easily compromise. I was starting to feel for the first time in my working life that I belonged somewhere. It was a good feeling.

This Friday however, as I stared at my PC monitor watching the numbers across that were not adding up, I was beginning to feel frustrated. I had added this spreadsheet up more times than I could count and I was still missing revenue.

It was 7pm, the office was silent and the lights were dim. There was only me and a couple of guys left in the building. I looked at the screen again. I had to get this report right by tomorrow morning.

I shook my head at the screen; I doubted it but if I looked at that flickering monitor any longer I would end up finding a solution.

Just then the door opened and I was startled to see Ravi.

"You still here, Rajiv?" he said.

"Yep, still here." I answered. I could hear the tiredness in my voice. I hope he missed it; the man was super human. He was here before me in the morning and left after me at night. He would not understand tiredness and that would be another thing he had better than me.

"I'm fine Ravi. Just having a small problem with the quarterly report but nothing I can't work out by tomorrow."

"Let's take a look at the report together and see what the problem is." He patted my arm and motioned to the screen. This concerned understanding made me nervous.

I nodded and moved brought up the report that was causing all my problems. I was very aware of him standing directly behind me, watching my every move.

"It's the inventory sold out vs. the sales reported, I just can't make it match." I pointed to the screen as I spoke.

Ravi leaned in closer to look at the screen. He took the mouse and highlighted the sum at the bottom of the column of numbers. "I can see where all the problems have been coming from. These figures have been averaged and rounded off, what is more an estimate of the relative risk figures, not a definitive indicator of risks for the specific project."

I could see it too. "You're right, I see what you mean now. Sorry about that, Ravi," I said. "Don't worry, I will fix it as you suggest."

"Good," he said. He got up to leave the room, but then he paused at the door.

"Things seem ok now at the office, right?" Ravi asked.

"Yeah, everything seems to have fallen into place now and there won’t be any more complaints with clients."

"Great." Ravi said. "How did your meeting go today?"

Relieved to talk business, I spent a few minutes describing the day long meeting at their office. The purpose of the meeting was to close a big deal for a client.

"In our business, if you want to close deals and get ahead, you have to charm her off her feet. You know how to flirt with women, don't you, Rajiv?"

"I'm married, so the only woman I flirt with is my wife," I said.

"You're right, what sane man would settle for another woman when he had someone like Monisha to come home to? “ he said as he spotted a photograph of Monisha on the table. It was of a shot in a kind of soft focus that gave her a dreamlike effect. Monisha looked magnificent, like a goddess.

"Stunning, isn't she?" he finally said.

"Er, yes," I said, "she's a very attractive person."

We were both looking at the picture. I felt impolite to turn away, but somehow also improper to be studying this somewhat intimate portrait of my wife with my boss.

"Yeah, but sexy, wouldn't you say?"

I knew this was a vicious mind game, bating me into saying my wife is a sexy babe. I knew I had to play straight and try to move the conversation back to work.

"She is attractive, yes."

"Don't you find her hot?"

This was getting exciting. I just knew this was going to end badly, but I wanted to keep it going.

"I'm sorry but I don't think it’s for to make that kind of judgment about my wife, after all she’s my wife."

"Well, what if she wasn't your wife? What if she was just someone you met on the street? Would you think she was sexy then?"

Damn it, he just wasn't going to let go of this.

"Well," I said, taking a deep breath, "if you're speaking hypothetically, then yes, she is sexy."

"Hmm, I thought so - I would myself!" he said, with a little chuckle that seemed to invite me to join him in a little male camaraderie as we discussed the virtues of the female form. This was starting to get a little on the weird side.

"I am attracted to your wife ," he said.

I was shocked at his words. "I'm not sure what you're talking about."

Ravi's tone became serious. "I said I am attracted to your wife. Really attracted."

"What do you mean?" I asked, knowing how stupid I must sound. "So ... you'd want to sleep with Monisha?"

"It's okay Rajiv," he said, still smiling. "Hey man, it doesn't have to be that way. No need to worry, I'm cool. What I'm saying is ... look, Monisha's a gorgeous woman. She's very nice looking, and her secret assets may turn anyone’s heads. And I'm attracted to your wife. Any man will."

I was momentarily speechless. Monisha was really a great looking woman. But how could he know? Unless, of course, he happened to see her without a bra or panty! I wondered if he might have seen her naked or something. I knew that thought was far-fetched. Still, it made me wonder. The thought of Ravi seeing my wife naked gave me a rush.

"Would you get jealous? Your wife having sex with another man?"

I thought a moment, thinking about what to say. I knew Ravi might be using me to get into Monisha's panties. But then, isn't that what I wanted, to see Monisha sleep with Ravi?

Ravi laughed. "Hey, man, I'm teasing you. It's cool. Like I said before, when I get married I hope I'm as lucky as you, to have a lovely wife like Monisha."

I felt awkward around Ravi.

"Everything is fine with Monisha?"

I hesitated, suspecting Ravi's intentions. "Yeah, everything is ok, thanks for asking."

Ravi shrugged. "That's cool. Just let me know if there is anything I can do for both of you."

And then he walked out.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER

PART14




After 2 months of that incident We came to Mumbai to attend a company meeting. The company was treating the high performers from the different branches across the country to a week of meetings and entertainment, with their spouses. Monisha and I had booked into a beautiful hotel close to the action. Ours was a large room, spacious and well appointed with a settee and two armchairs along with a huge double bed and two large antique dressing tables and wardrobes.

After unpacking and showering away the weariness of the flight, we planned to go out for dinner. I was watching Monisha drying off her hair when suddenly I was startled by the ring of my cell phone. “It must be important” I said as I looked for my phone in the bundle of clothes scattered across the room.

"Hello Rajiv," I heard Ravi say when I picked up. "I hope you like your room. I am in the lobby right now, I would love to stop by to say hello. There’s something I need to discuss with you."

I put my hand over the phone, my heart racing. "It's Ravi," I said to Monisha, trying to hide my excitement. "He is in the lobby, and asked to stop by."

Monisha looked like a deer caught in the headlights, her face a mixture of surprise, apprehension, excitement and fear. "He's just down there. We don't want to be rude." I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

Monisha started to say something, and then shrugged, looking resigned. I smiled excitedly, and told Ravi to join us in the room, happy that Monisha had agreed to Ravi's coming to meet us.

Soon the door bell rang and Ravi walked through the door. He shook hands with me, and then he passed me to greet Monisha.

"So there's your lovely wife? Monisha, isn't it?" he said, pretending to meet Monisha for the first time.

"That's right," I said. "Honey, this is Ravi."

"Monisha, do you like the room I chose for you?"

"Yes, it’s lovely," she said.

Ravi then explained that he had the presidential suite with a communicating door to our room as he wanted us near to hand in case any problems cropped up overnight.

After making sure we were comfortable and in need of nothing, Ravi finally told us the topic of his visit. "Do you know any single girls?" he asked. "I need a date for tomorrow."

"What's up?" I said.

"You are aware of the deal we are trying to snatch with the guys from Japan. We're having a reception with them here tomorrow night and a small dinner party to finalize everything. I’ll need a lady hostess by my side for the evening." he said.

“Actually Ritikha was supposed to be the one, but she just informed me that she will be up on a last minute assignment. The last thing I want is to go there alone. They'd be laughing behind my back all night long." He said after a pause.

"You don't have a girl friend?" Monisha asked smiling.

"No," Ravi said, looking into Monisha's eyes. "All the good ones have already been taken."

Monisha blushed, looking away.

"Well ... you must know some friends here and they may arrange some girls. Can't you ask them?" I told Ravi

Ravi shrugged. "She's got to be beautiful. A real knock out. I want to impress the clients." Ravi smiled. "Monisha, you don't have a twin, do you?"

Monisha blushed again, and laughed nervously. My cock twitched as I watched Ravi flirt with my wife.

“How can I help” I finally said.

He smiled. "Okay, you're going to think this is crazy. But I was hoping that Monisha could be the hostess for the evening” he said.

My jaw dropped. "What?"

He shrugged, still smiling. "It's just an idea. Monisha will only have to be at my side at the reception, nothing more."

I nodded. "It's all right by me. You'd be the prettiest girl there, by far. All our clients would be envious."

Monisha was flattered by the compliment.

"Monisha, what's the harm? You'd be helping Ravi out." I said

Ravi nodded in agreement. "You'd really be doing me a major favor."
Monisha gave a nervous smile and looked at me with anticipation and then whispered "Ravi, I.... Okay,"

Monisha finally said. "I guess I'll do it. How can I say no to my husbands boss"

“It’s not like that Monisha. Anyway you people take your time, think about it and let me know.” Ravi added, as he took his leave.





When I woke up in the morning, I had a bad feeling about what was going to happen tonight. I couldn't think about anything else. I remembered the first time when Monisha and I met with Ravi in the mall and the flow of events that followed after that. I remembered how Monisha wanted to invite Ravi over for dinner and I was against the idea, how I started having problems at work, Monisha’s doubts about my competences, Monisha’s confession to her friend Nisha that she found Ravi good looking and sexy, Ravi clinching the Sharma deal from under my nose, my learning about Ravi womanizing ways, first with Mrs Sharma, then Ritikha, Monisha’s disappearance with Ravi at the Desai party, my meeting with Kushal informing me how Ravi seduced and enjoyed his wife Sanjana, my haunting fantasies about Ravi doing my Monisha, Ravi telling me he fancied my wife. It seemed to me that all these events were connected in some way and were about to play a part in what was to come next.

I couldn't believe I had actually accepted that my wife accompany Ravi to the dinner party knowing that, before the night was over, Ravi would most likely be trying to fuck Monisha and I wondered if she would let him do it.
I asked myself what the hell was wrong with me. Why did I do it? I had no answers only more questions. My head was hurting and my stomach was doing flip-flops.

I said to myself one minute I didn't want to go ahead and I would tell Ravi that tonight when we meet. Then a few minutes later I became excited thinking what my brain was showing my eyes. It was a picture of my beautiful wife opening her arms and legs and offering her body completely to this man so he could fuck her with his big cock. I closed my eyes and could literally see Ravi’s dick going in and out of my wife's pussy. My cock was hard as hell thinking about it. I could almost hear her moans of pleasure and her grunts as Ravi buried his cock completely in her body time after time, over and over again. The idea thrilled me outrageously.

That evening my cock was so hard I had to adjust my pants as I got myself a drink while I waited for Monisha to finish getting ready. It was then that I knew I couldn't decide to stop this; I had to see how far it would go. Finally Monisha came into the living room, making me stop in my track, taking in her beauty.

Monisha wore an off-the-shoulder, black satin dress that ended at her knees. The dress hugged her body like a second skin while leaving her back bare. Her makeup was perfect, and she wore her hair up, revealing her elegant neck.

"My god, Monisha, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," I marveled.

Monisha blushed, and shyly looked away.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

"Almost," Monisha said. "Can you zip me?" She turned so her back faced me.

"Sure, of course," I quickly said, and zipped up her dress.

Later in the taxi, I kept hold of Monisha's hands, and after arriving at the club, I got out and held the door open for her. Ravi was already there. He shook my hand, and then held Monisha in his arms as he kissed her on the cheeks. I felt a tingling in my crotch as I watched Ravi kiss my wife, not two feet in front of me. Ravi put his arm around Monisha's waist and led her. Tonight Monisha was his date, and I was the willing third wheel.

Monisha spent the evening circulating among the guests while Ravi assigned me a table with a couple of the clients of lesser importance. Everybody was sociable and the conversation over the dinner table was friendly and amusing. At Ravi's prompting, Monisha spent much of her time talking to the Japanese clients specially. She led the ladies into the lounge and arranged for the waiter to see to their orders for drinks.

Since she was pretending to be his date, Monisha let Ravi hold her arm as he introduced her to his clients, and let Ravi put his arm around her. When the music started, they danced along with all the other couples. Ravi put his arm was around Monisha, his hand caressing her bare shoulder. My heart pounded. To see Ravi fondle my wife so openly in front of me was incredibly thrilling.

My ultimate fantasy was going to come true tonight. I was going to watch another man enjoy my wife. I couldn't help noticing how handsome Ravi looked in his expensive tailored suit. The single girls in the office described Ravi as gorgeous, and they were right. Monisha's reluctance was apparent, but her attraction to Ravi was clear, and that was part of the turn on. She was guarded, but I knew the effects Ravi's constantly touching and holding her were having on her.

The dinner music was loud and they had to speak into each other's ears. I shivered each time I saw Ravi's mouth close in on her ear. Since they were pretending to be a couple, Monisha didn't object but her cheeks were flushed.

Finally the reception ended. The enlarged group remained together for about another hour and several of the men talked to Monisha, one or two of them made a point of chatting to her only when they were sure they were out of earshot of their wives.

The party began to break up and Monisha came to join me at my table after the clients at my table had left. Ravi thanked me again for helping him out. Monisha told him she had enjoyed herself and let him kiss her on the cheek.

"I've got an idea," Ravi said. "Why don't we all meet for a night cap at the hotel lobby before going to our respective rooms?”

I looked at my wife. Monisha didn't say anything, but her face was a mix of anxiousness and uncertainty. "It might be fun," I said to Monisha, trying to keep my voice steady.

Monisha wore an "Are you sure? Can you handle the situation if it goes beyond the limit" expression on her face.

"It will be just a few moments," I said, dismissing her unspoken concerns.

Monisha looked very very excited from inside, and she turned away from me. "Whatever," she said with a quiver in her voice. She looked so hot tonight. Could this sexy, alluring woman be my wife? I almost wished I should stop them right now. But it was too late. As soon as I said yes for the night cap proposal of Ravi they became very excited from the inside. They sensed that somehow there is a small possibility of having sex. Monisha hesitated a bit but then she walked by me and we left the building and walked to the waiting taxi. I wanted to tell Monisha she looked gorgeous, but she seemed stand offish so I didn't get a chance.

Monisha and I sat together in the car. I couldn't get over how stunning she looked. I had never seen her show so much legs, and they looked more fabulous than ever.

Moments later we walked inside the hotel and found a table. I stepped to the bar and ordered a drink, then turned to watch the action on the floor. Ravi was nowhere to be seen. Monisha looked at me and asked where is Ravi? I said he must be around. Monisha turned her head away and just then we saw Ravi walking in towards our table. We chatted a little and then Ravi finally said, "Come on Monisha let's dance." She looked at me and I smiled.

She slid over and took Ravi's hand and they moved to the dance floor. It was a fast song but that didn't stop her. She started moving with her partner and shook her body against him. I felt she was so damn sexy the way she was moving her body. They were merged tight with Ravi behind her thrusting his pelvis into her. Ravi held her hips moving his lower body with Monisha's as she lifted her hands over her head and with her back towards him wrapped them around his neck. As he moved in tighter against her, he bent over her so their lower bodies were pressed firmly against each other. Monisha put her hands on her knees now and pushed back into Ravi. Her hips swayed and pumped against him as she pushed her ass hard into Ravi's cock. He was running his hands up and down Monisha's sides close to her breasts. Ravi moved his hands over Monisha and come to stop over her breasts a few times. Monisha didn't stop him and used her hands to hold Ravi's in place. She threw her head back and rested it against Ravi's chest as they continued to dance.

The song seemed to play a very long time and Monisha didn't stop working her body on Ravi until the song came to an end. But it just as soon faded as another song started and this one was a slow song. I watched as my wife took Ravi in her arms. She put her arms around Ravi neck and merged her body into his again arching her back a little and pressing her lower body into his.

I saw her look up into Ravi's eyes and said something. Ravi smiled before he bent down and kissed her. They merged against each other and began to sway together. She looked up into his eyes and he bent down and kissed her again much longer this time. Monisha was hot, passionate and so worked up. They began to slowly dry humped each other on the dance floor but now Ravi had moved them to within a few feet away from my table. I watched as Ravi rocked his hips into Monisha over and over again until the song ended. Then they walked to the table. Ravi said, "Wow that was some dancing your wife did out there with me!"

Monisha looked at me and said, " Ravi is a very good dancer Rajiv. And he knows how to help his partner while dancing”.

I was speechless. I couldn't say anything. I wanted to say a lot but the words wouldn't come out of my mouth.
Then I felt an urge to go to the wash room. I excused myself and went to the wash room. When I cam back to my table from the wash room, I found our table was empty. I waited more than 5 minutes over there thinking they ware in the dance floor or somewhere near. But when I saw there was no sing of Ravi or my wife after 10 minutes, then, I tried to find them in the dancing crowd. But no….. They were not there. I came back and sat on my table quietly and tried to think where they can go. 15 minute passed by. I rose from the table and moved down the little hallway but they were nowhere to be seen. I found a line of people waiting for the bathroom. I waited to see who came out. They weren't there. I checked in the kitchen and other rooms. They weren't there either, so that meant they must have gone upstairs. My brain was going nuts. I wondered if my wife would be going in Ravi's room and staying with him tonight.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER

PART15



My eyes scanned the lobby as I waited for the elevator. Moments later I quickly walked down the hall to my room. Monisha was nowhere to be seen. I went to the communicating door and pressed my ear against the door but it was all quiet. I then realized that the door has been left open. With a mixture of dread and anticipation, I realized Ravi wanted me to see what was going on. He wanted to show me he could make love to my wife right there with me watching. My heart pounded. Ravi was going to have his way with my wife, or at least try to. He wanted me to be witness to that. I was shaking, from excitement. I quietly opened the door slightly, not wanting to draw attention on me.

Monisha was in the room with Ravi. He had reached for her hands and was holding one in each of his.

"You're nice to be with, you know. I really enjoy your company."

Monisha seemed to blush at his words. "I'd better be going."

He leaned forward to stroke her cheek. "You're lovely, so beautiful."

Monisha froze and held her breath.

"You shouldn't ..." she said as Ravi ran the tip of his finger along her neck and down her chest.

"... please ..." Monisha whined as Ravi's finger neared her breasts, her heart pounding in her chest.

"...You know I'm married ..." Monisha begged, a moan escaping her lips as Ravi's finger traced a circle around her breast.

Ravi finally raised an eyebrow, looking amused and pulled his hand away.

Monisha blushed again, her heart pounding even harder. "I better go ... Rajiv is waiting for me," she said nervously.

Ravi looked into Monisha's eyes. "Would it be too forward of me to say I'd love to see more of your wonderful legs? Why don't you raise your dress for me?"

"No…. not again…. I don't think so," Monisha said, putting as much indignation into her voice as she could.

Ravi moved his hands down her sides until his fingers rested just below her skirt. He clutched the skirt's hem and slightly raised it. "Your husband would like this, don't you think? He'd want me to pull your skirt up."

"Stop it."

"Come on, just a little bit," Ravi said almost playfully, raising Monisha's skirt another inch, his fingers trailing on her silky thighs. "I didn’t forget what you have told me earlier about your husband’s fantasies. We both know Rajiv would want me to……."

"Please stop," Monisha said, her heart pounding, feeling trapped and helpless as Ravi slowly raised her skirt, slowly exposed her, his fingers tracing circles on her thighs.

"Your husband wants me to make love to you," Ravi completed his sentence this time while his fingers continued their upward climb.

"Stop," Monisha pleaded again, her breathing rapid as Ravi continued to caress her legs, his fingers only inches from her sensitive bare thighs, just inches from her panties.

"Look Monisha it’s you who told me that you and your husband often enjoy role playing about me.
I have tested it with Rajiv also. When I told him that I am very much attracted to you, he immediately became excited. Don’t worry I have not told him anything about the role playing fantasies of him that you have informed me earlier. Do you know what he wood want? He'd want me to pleasure you right here”. His finger was indicating Monisha’s pussy.
Ravi knew Monisha was close to surrendering her body to him, but he wanted my wife to beg for it.

Ravi didn't say anything more, but his eyes never left Monisha's. I felt Monisha wilting under his intense gaze. Flustered, she broke eye contact and looked away.

She sighed and said, "Ravi!! Stop! That's not why I came here!!"

“Monisha, you want me, I know that. There’s nothing you want now more than that. Why are you lying to yourself?”

She said, "I came to tell you to stop all this. No Ravi. I can't do it anymore. I'm married and I can't afford to fool my husband and loose everything for you.”

Ravi laughed. "Monisha, you know that's not true. Rajiv wants us to have sex.”

“He’s going to be terribly hurt, he doesn’t know. I'm sorry. You know how much I like you but no.....I can't do it again! It won’t happen again."

She then moved away and said she had to go. I watched her walk away as the door closed behind her.
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I staggered backwards in the darkened area behind communicating door, my knees weak, trying to process what I had just seen and heard. “IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN.... IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN... IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN...”
I stood there repeating Monisha's words in my mind as if somehow the hidden implications would suddenly appear in front of my eyes. I really wanted to get the real story here.

I heard the door open and Monisha come in and toss her keys onto the counter, but my mind didn't register anything. I heard her heels click on the hardwood floor as she made her way in the room. I was completely shaken by the scene I had just witnessed and the words that Monisha had just told Ravi.

Monisha hurried into the room and didn't glance in my direction. Her face was flushed. She didn't even realize I was there. It was as if she forgot I existed. From her movements, I was pretty sure that she was shaking and seemed unsteady on her feet. She gripped the table in front of the mirror and took deep breaths to try to calm down. She seemed troubled by her interaction with Ravi and the way the evening had turned out, her hair was disheveled, her cheeks rosy, her chest heaving. She was going through a mix of emotions, probably angry, embarrassed, outraged, and humiliated, all at the same time.

I wanted to say something, but when I wanted to move from my hiding towards her side of the room, something seemed wrong. I couldn't move. My legs wouldn't work.

Monisha stood in front of the mirror and closed her eyes as she took a couple of deep breaths. I looked at Monisha’s face and started to feel something wasn't right. Slowly I unexpectedly saw her hand move towards her bosom. She trailed her fingers across her breasts and she caressed herself. Her eyes were closed in front of the mirror she rubbed her nipples and let out a slight moan. It took a moment for me to catch up.

Her left hand began to drift downwards towards her abdomen; then further down. She reached down and gripped the hem of her dress and pulled it up her legs, not stopping until it bunched around her waist. With one hand on her breast, she extended the other and touched her panties. She spread her legs, her heels dragging across the floor.

At that moment my heart stopped beating. The whole world froze. I was shell shocked, but managed to keep my mouth shut. I didn't want to humiliate Monisha further by appearing in front of her just now.

Monisha’s reflection in the mirror looked incredibly wanton. Beads of sweat formed on my brow as I saw one of her fingers slowly disappear. I almost lost it when, a moment later, I heard Monisha, my loving Monisha, moan, and I knew her finger had found her clit. This blatant behavior made me uneasy. I'd never before seen my wife behave this way, and it disturbed and excited me at the same time.

I stared at Monisha, unable to take my eyes from the incredibly sexy sight in front of me. It was hard to believe this was the same woman I married and lived with, every day of my life. I couldn't believe the transformation.

She moaned under her breath as she began rubbing and massaging her clit vigorously. She had to take her left hand away from her breast and steady herself with it on the table as her knees became weaker. She closed her eyes and let out a deep moan. All her leg muscles tightened and she found herself standing on her toes.

I gaped at my wife's performance. Monisha sighed and gasped, wanting a man’s hands on her. Her body burned, she was so hot and she needed a guy to put out the fire. I knew it was not just any guy. There was only one pair of hands she wanted. One mouth. One body. One person she visualized as she closed her eyes and touched herself even more intimately, acknowledging, at least here in the privacy of her room, how much she wanted the hand on her body to be Ravi’s.

Ravi had aroused her. Tonight he had fueled the fires inside her. She could not deny her body, she was attracted to Ravi. He was gorgeous and so handsome and his openness disarmed and charmed her. After being so close to him, dancing with him, his fingers touching her, she now needed some kind of relief.

In her mind, the touch was all his. And the possibilities playing in her mind had her thrusting against her own fingers, longing to be filled but taking the only form of pleasure she could manage at the moment.

Suddenly, there was again a knock on the room door and it opened on Ravi. "Monisha, are you alright? I thought ..."

Ravi's heart leaped as he gawked at the sight before him, Monisha's dress bunched around her waist, her legs exposed and spread wide, a hand holding on the table, the other down her panties.

In two graceful strides Ravi closed the distance between him and Monisha. There was no one stopping him. Monisha had bewitched him. He wanted her more than life itself. The concept of deferred satisfaction was not for him. He wasn’t used to waiting for a woman.

"Ravi, no," Monisha protested, pushing down her skirt. A muffled gasp of fright escaped her just she was silenced by Ravi's hungry mouth. He crushed her full, soft lips with his and plundered her mouth with an explicit sensual force that left her trembling. That kiss stole her words, her breath, her ability to think and her legs threatened to buckle under her with the shock of it.

Ravi backed Monisha up and pressed her against the wall. He continued kissing her, his passion was raw and thrilling and terrifyingly new to her. Monisha appeared to be in a trance. Firm hands lifted her off her feet into stirring contact with him. She squirmed against him, her fingers roving over his shoulders.

Finally, he released her lips, leaving her gasping for air and yet stricken at that loss of contact. “I’m sorry.” Ravi purred.

“Sorry you kissed me?” she couldn’t help asking.

He shook his head. “Sorry I had to stop.”

“Oh.” Colour washed through her beautiful cheeks. Ravi started kissing her again and she stopped wondering. He kissed her until she couldn’t think anymore. She didn’t want to think, she refused to think.

"Ravi, we have to stop now. You agreed to stop. Anyone could catch us here."

"Monisha, I don't care anymore what we agreed upon, you know you want this,” he said as he ran his fingers through her hair, spreading it across her shoulders.

“Don’t stop me,” he whispered hoarsely as his mouth glided down the extended length of her neck. He tasted her soft earlobe, moving slowly down the long line of her delicate neck, nibbling lightly, savoring the unique flavors of skin and woman.

He closed a hand to hers in an imprisoning gesture. “You haunt my dreams,” he said. “You could be seriously bad for my health. Right now I think I could die from wanting you, Monisha.”

Monisha could see the lust in his eyes. Pure and undisguised, unhidden by social demands or proper breeding that insisted it wasn’t polite to visibly covet a woman. He was coveting. She was being coveted. They were both caught in the tension of it. Her body couldn’t help responding. In a matter of moments he had rewritten her knowledge of herself. Her body was crying out for him and she was shocked. She wanted him. He had made her want him.

Ravi bent down and scooped my wife into his arms as though she weighed nothing. He kept kissing her all the while walking towards the bed. He finally broke the kiss and stared at her as he dropped her down on the bed going down with her. He spread one hand in the back of her neck and swooped down to kiss her again. He feathered tender kisses on her lips for a while. He then kissed her with a deep urgency, ravishing her mouth.

Almost roughly he hiked her dress up to her hips and kissed her panties with a feverish lust. A sensation like a frisson of delicious heat darted through her pelvis and she shivered.

"Oohh..." she moaned softly. The look in her eyes confirmed what I had always suspected. She could never give herself to him by her own free will. I watched in amazement as my handsome boss broke down my wife’s defense and had his way with her.

While she struggled to catch her breath he lifted her leg and peeled off her shoes slowly and provocatively. He punctuated each and every action with the drugging demand of his lips on hers. So aroused was she by this treatment that when he attempted to step back she automatically put her arms out to prevent him and stretched up to find that taunting, teasing mouth of his for herself. She was a wreck. She wanted him to kiss her in every way a man could kiss a woman. And in every place on her body.

She watched as Ravi cast aside his clothes in a series of brisk movements. Impatient fingers moved to release the buttons on his shirt. The fabric edges parted to display the sleek expanse of his chest and flat abdomen. He then pushed Monisha’s dress back up her legs, and wrought her panties off with more impatience than cool. She hastily looked away, her senses quivering. She seemed suddenly aware that she was actually about to have sex with a man she barely knew. She appeared shy and shamefully aware that she had just pulled him back to her, desperate for another kiss.

"Ravi, please, stop," Monisha begged, trying to squeeze her legs together and push Ravi away.

"Shut up and kiss me," he said, as he brought his lips to hers again. Monisha tried to turn away, but he held her still, wrapping his fingers in her hair. He edged his tongue into her mouth, overcoming her resistance, and danced his tongue around hers.

Again Monisha's body betrayed her. She began to return Ravi's kisses, pressing her lips against his, opening her mouth, allowing Ravi's tongue to roam freely. Their mouths kissed with fever. His tongue curled against hers as her hands moved against his cheeks. Already her hips were moving toward him in a simulation of sex. Her hands reached for the buckles of his belt, but he held away from her, whispering urgently, “Please say yes. For no other reason than that you want to.”

And she moaned "please". She was shaking all over. The moment of truth had passed. My lovely wife Monisha was going to have sexual intercourse with my boss.

(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER

PART16



Ravi clumsily opened his zipper and took out his cock. Monisha's eyes grew wide as she saw Ravi's cock. He was huge, the shaft was thickly veined, and it curved slightly towards his hard stomach. The bulbous cock head was enormous and leaking pre-cum. The skin was soft and completely unblemished.

Her body trembled as he lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Ravi's hands gripped Monisha's silky thighs. He pulled her towards him, his cock head dangerously close to her pussy. Monisha covered her bare pussy with her hands. "Please Ravi ... I don’t want to cheat on Rajiv again."

But, in truth, she didn't resist. Her aching body was beyond that now. She was afraid of what was going to happen next but she wanted it more then anything else that she wanted in life. She felt that she didn't belong anywhere but with him.

"Monisha, this isn't cheating this time, and you know it why. Rajiv now wants you to do this. He is going to enjoy every moment of it. You know he does. You have very cleverly made him a cuckold by constantly provoking him for role playing and making him attracted towards the wife sharing fantasies. Now it’s time for our union. Let us enjoy all the fun of our mating without worrying for your husband.”
”No Ravi It’s not true. I never did it consciously”.
“Oh come on Monisha. You saw it coming. You knew very well that this is going to happen one day and that’s why you made him ready. You made him prepared for our mating. It does not matter that you did it consciously or unconsciously.
Ravi took Monisha's hands and gently, but firmly, pulled them above her head and held them there. With his other hand, he guided his cock towards Monisha's pussy. "You know Rajiv wants me to do this, so please don’t resist" Ravi said, looking into Monisha's eyes.

Monisha felt helpless, with her hands pinned above her head, and her legs spread wide apart. Monisha moaned as Ravi positioned his cock at her opening, his thighs tensing. Then he slowly massaged his cock, preparing himself to penetrate Monisha.

"No, Ravi, please. I'm married. What we did before was wrong. I don’t want it now" She said, watching him intently, as if still needing to be sure. I could watch her primal side take control. Her body was ready for the taking.

"No it's not. We have done it before and we have both enjoyed it very much," Ravi assured her. He gripped Monisha's and spread her legs as wide as possible, then pushed his thick shaft into her.

"No, no," she whined, but her protest came out like a moan. She gritted her teeth to stifle her moans, but soon she couldn't help herself. Ravi pulled out then he pushed in again, this time not stopping until burying further inside her. Monisha whimpered but her protests were half-hearted. She writhed under Ravi's cock. Then he pushed in again. Tugging her up for a nicer fit, he rocked into her, letting her feel his throbbing erection, getting off at the pleasure of sex against sex.

"God, oh god," Monisha whined, biting her lip as, suddenly, a bolt of pleasure shot through her body. Ravi slowly pushed deeper and deeper into my wife. His body glistened with sweat. He dug his feet into the floor and, with a powerful lunge, shoved the final inches of his cock into my pretty wife.

"Ugh, god!" Monisha grunted at the sudden and deep invasion. She gritted her teeth. Her heart pounded and her breathing came rapidly as her body processed the sensations of being so completely stuffed, so full, so impaled by something as thick and long as Ravi's hard cock.

Ravi held still for long moments, allowing both to catch their breath. Then he began to slowly rock, moving in and out, just a little at first, letting Monisha get used to him. Gradually he pulled out more, and pushed in deeper, slow at first, then faster, deeper, deeper, faster.

I felt a mixture of jealousy and arousal as I watched them. Their movements were so intimate. This wasn't just sex. It wasn't just fucking. It was making love.

Earlier that evening, I had noticed how sexy Monisha looked. Now, as I stood in the shadows watching them fuck, I couldn't get over how desirable my wife looked. A part of me wanted to pull Monisha away and take her back. But even as my jealousy increased, my excitement grew so much that I felt lightheaded. Somehow, my jealousy feed into and increased my sexual excitement.

Ravi shifted Monisha so her legs pressed against his chest. He thrust back and forth, each time pulling all the way out except for his wide cock head, and then savagely pushing back in. His pace quickened, and soon he was frantically ramming his cock into my pretty wife.

"God," Monisha groaned. Her body burned with passion and desire. Ravi pushed even harder, faster, grabbing Monisha's thighs and pulling her towards him so every thrust he penetrated her even more. Monisha began to rock with Ravi, back and forth, in and out, meeting his thrusts, tentatively at first, then faster, with more passion, faster, with greater urgency, her passions growing.

She dug her feet into the floor, pushing up to meet Ravi's thrusts, and then rocking back as he pulled out, opening her legs wide to let Ravi go deep inside her.

I watched with masochistic fascination as Monisha slowly rose until only Ravi's cockhead remained inside her, and then slowly lowered until fully impaled on his rod. She did this over and over, moaning with pleasure as she pulled up, and whining in discomfort as she pushed down, her pretty face initially contorted in a grimace of pain before transforming into a glow of pleasure and fulfillment.

Monisha was moaning continuously. Ravi stroke into Monisha's pussy, each stroke incredibly long, each powerful thrust pushing Monisha against the headboard. Monisha's legs were wrapped tightly around Ravi's waist. Delirious with pleasure, she abandoned herself to his dark, driving passion.

Suddenly reality hit Monisha and her eyes grew wide in alarm. "Ravi, you have to pull out!" she screamed. "Pull out! I'm not on the pill!"

With a start, I realized Ravi wasn't wearing a condom. Even though I knew he was fixed and clean, it bothered me that he was fucking my wife bareback. Was he going to cum inside her?

"No, no," Monisha cried. "Not inside me!"

But Monisha's warning came too late. Ravi grunted and roared, and then lurched violently forward. I knew he was coming inside my wife. He pushed deep inside Monisha and didn't pull out for what seemed like minutes, the muscles in his back and ass repeatedly convulsing as he shot what must have been gallons of his sperm inside my wife's womb. Again and again Ravi rammed his cock into my wife, his cock flooding her with his seed.

"Oh god, oh god," she moaned as she felt Ravi's sperm explode inside her. Ravi's powerful, orgasmic thrusts pushed Monisha over the edge. Then something happened. Something Monisha hadn't expected, and wasn't ready for. Her head tossed from side to side, her back arched and her toes curled. Pleasure exploded through her body, and as she came. Intense pleasure, like a tidal wave from her clit to all parts of her body. The pleasure was so intense her body shook, and so overwhelming she almost passed out.

It was like a dream come true and a nightmare to me both at the same time. I watched Ravi bring Monisha to climax. It's funny what draws your attention at times like this. What things burn into your memory. It wasn't so much Ravi's cock moving in and out of Monisha's pussy. But the sparkle of her wedding ring as her left hand clutched his chest. And the look on Monisha's face, a mixture of pleasure and bliss so intense, it seemed almost religious. She enjoyed fucking Ravi. He gave her pleasure, and she loved it. It sent a dagger through my heart, and I tried to remember if she had ever looked the same way with me.

Monisha came on Ravi's cock, the experience and pleasure so intense that she reflexively wrapped her legs around him, digging her feet into his thighs, urging his cock deeper inside her. At the height of a shattering climax she screamed in ecstasy before she tumbled down and down and down in a release from her physical body that was so powerful that she was not quite sure she was conscious for several minutes afterwards.

It seemed forever while I watched the primal coupling in front of me. I watched their mutual climax as he pushed himself as deep into Monisha's body as possible. I watched Monisha clinging to him while willingly taking his seed into her fertile body. Finally Monisha's moans subsided and her body relaxed. She collapsed into the bed, her chest heaving, her breathing fast. Monisha lay panting for long moments, basking in the afterglow of the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. Even after Ravi relaxed, signaling the end of his orgasm, he kept his cock planted deep inside my wife.

Monisha's face was a picture of complete, post-orgasmic bliss. Slowly, her legs relaxed and I watched her foot land on the floor. They stayed joined together for a long while then he kissed her gently and got off her.

Eventually Monisha came back to her senses, and the reality of the situation hit her. She could only imagine how obscene she looked, with her dress bunched around her waist, her legs spread wide open, and her panties lying someplace on the floor. She suddenly felt shy. She pushed her dress down and tried to squeeze her thighs together.

Ravi picked up her panties and handed it to her. Silently she put it on. “I saw you and I wanted you before you even spoke. One look and that was that.”

"I told you to pull out! I'm not on birth control!"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it," Ravi said honestly.

"You better get going, now."

Ravi got up and picked up his shirt and walked to the door, intending to dress in the hallway. He looked at my freshly fucked wife and appeared uncertain. He seemed to have an overwhelming desire to back and cover her pretty face with kisses.

"Please leave now. We …we’ll talk later," Monisha said, seeming to read his mind.

After Ravi left, Monisha locked the door, straightaway crawled into bed and started to cry. She felt horribly emotional and tearful. She felt guilt to have let herself enjoy it again. She was attempting to block out those disturbing thoughts this time. As a final act of betrayal, she had let Ravi cum inside her.

Disheartened, she sobbed into her pillow, and eventually fell asleep.

I don't know how long I remained behind the door. I don't know how or when I got out of my hiding and went into the bathroom. I don't know how or when I removed my clothes. I don’t how and when I took out my cock and wrapped my hand around it and masturbated, the images of Ravi between my wife's legs playing through my mind. I stroked my cock faster as I remembered how Monisha had wrapped her legs around his waist, how her toes had curled as she came on Ravi's cock. I quickly came, but then I immediately felt disgusted with myself.

I went back to the bedroom and climbed next to Monisha on the bed, feeling a mixture of regret, sadness, and excitement. I felt sick as I remembered the way my wife moaned and writhed under Ravi as he fucked her with his cock. We were planning on starting our family this year. Monisha had already stopped taking her pills. She was now fertile and unprotected. I knew I had utterly failed in my responsibilities to my wife. I hadn't protected her from becoming pregnant with another man's child. Then I fell into a restless sleep.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER

PART17


I slowly woke as a soft hand gently nudged me. I turned to see my wife Monisha snuggled against me in bed. It was 2:30am. We must have slept for three hours. She opened her eyes, looked at me, smiled, and just lay there for a while.

Suddenly a light went off in my head! Deciding this could be a good time to talk about it, I said the first thing that came into my mind, "Ravi’s car didn’t have a breakdown that day, right?"

I believe I was more surprised by the directness of the question that Monisha was. She froze for a moment and then put her hand up to her face.

"No, I lied to you" she said.

"It's time you tell me the truth. You understand that I need to know what happened between you two that day."

"Rajiv, I will tell you everything. I promise that I will answer truthfully."

As annoyed as I was feeling toward her I couldn't help but admire her strength at that moment. She held my eyes with hers. Her looking at me that way was not an act of defiance; she wanted me to know that she was prepared to tell me the truth. There was no deception in her eyes.

“I want you to know that I am sorry for what I did," Monisha said.

"So are you ready to tell me about what all happened?" I asked, getting impatient.

"That day when we were going to the Desai party, I knew that if I went into Ravi’s car, something was going to happen. And it made me feel terribly excited. I agreed without much thought about you. I was finally getting my chance to be with him. I didn't care that he is your boss.”

"What do you mean ‘finally’? Was there something going on between you two before?" I said.

"No, nothing really. Actually it was only the third time I was meeting him."

"Then?" I said.

"But all these three times, every time we met the attraction kept building up. It was like nothing I ever felt before. The pure magnetism and vibes were thick and stifling when we were in the same room. Whatever we did not say with our mouths, we spoke with our eyes. It was obvious, there was a connection. I wouldn't have been surprised if you could feel it."

"So, are you trying to tell me that Ravi seduced you? That his charms were just too much for you to resist?" I asked.

"No. He didn't seduce me."

"Okay, Monisha. I don't know what you are playing at but you are confusing the hell out of me," I said.

"It started the day we met him in the shopping centre," Monisha started. "I saw this very attractive man and noticed he kept looking at me. I would catch him out of the corner of my eye watching me while I was trying out shoes. He couldn't keep his eyes off of me and was eyeing me up whilst a saleswoman was talking to him, in fact he was staring at me whilst talking to her! I looked back and he wouldn't take his eyes off of mine. There was a mirror on one side of the room and he kept passing glances at me through the reflection. At that time you were outside. Later when I came up looking for you, I was surprised to see him talking to you. I was further shocked to hear you introduce him as your boss. I felt a sudden flush. From guilt or excitement, I couldn't say. He is the most beautiful man I've ever seen, I thought to myself.”

"So I was a fool, not even aware that you two were playing games behind my back all this time?"

Monisha didn't look away from me. "You are not a fool and never have been one. Nothing further happened that day, though I tried to convince you to invite him for dinner.

"Then how did it get to you getting into his car?"

“The days after that, you kept bringing him into our conversation. You would often say ‘Ravi will be angry’ when your projects were not turning out well. I often wondered what type of man he was who could cause such trepidation in another man. As you talked, I found myself becoming growingly interested in knowing about him and what in him held my own husband in so much fascination.”

At that moment, I was completely oblivious to anything around me.
"You mean that’s why you kept taking his sides."

“No… I was impressed with him, with the way you seemed in awe of him. I thought he was highly intelligent... Then the day of the party at his house, we talked as if we knew each other for a long time. As we stood there chatting, he kept praising me and made me feel incredibly special. He told me that he found me very attractive on the night and didn’t even want to go to the bathroom because he was afraid he wouldn't find me again. It was so refreshing to have a man that actually made me feel so beautiful, while he himself oozed masculinity, promiscuity and excitement. I felt bad when the time came to leave the party and go back home. In the few moments before I got into the car, we spoke as if we were going to meet again. That night, when you fell into a heavy sleep, my thoughts raced around with the excitement of the evening. I thought this guy is a completely different person to the man he is made to be. I also overheard some women praising his bedroom abilities.”

I suddenly felt my cock stiffened. She totally had my full attention now.

“Who said that?” I asked.

Monisha continued. "I think it was some woman called Latika when the women were together. She said excitedly, ‘Guess who I saw at the pool yesterday? Ravi!’ And she leaned over the table, and whispered 'Guess what he was wearing?’
‘What?’ everybody said, leaning conspiratorially over the table.

‘That new bathing suit -- the one that's like a tight boxer. And ‘she paused dramatically. ‘His thing was outlined in the suit.’

"His thing?" the girls laughed.

Latika playfully scowled at us. ‘You know what I'm talking about. His penis, his pole, his cock!’, looking around to see if anyone had heard. She was obviously worked up about it when she told us about it. I have to admit, as she described him, I got a bit aroused myself!" confessed Monisha.

"You're kidding," I exclaimed, completely amazed at the idea of the wives of my colleagues would openly talk and fancy their boss’s cock.

Monisha nodded. "Yeah, they did …… I learned from the girls that Ravi had slept with one of the guy's lovely wife. Her name is Sanjana.”

"Was it when he asked you to pose for the photo shoot for the calendar project?"

“No, he did nothing of that sort. But he told me he had to know more about me and wished he could scheme a way to meet me again later.”

“So he told me about this just so I come straight away and talk it out with you.”

“Yes, he told me when he called me the following day.”

“He called you here?”

Monisha nodded. “Yes, he told me he had enjoyed my company very much the night before. I told him I felt the same way. My heart was pounding a mile a minute. I felt that hot flash you get when you are nervous. He then told me he was with other people and would call me later. I suspected you were the ‘other people’.

I was unable to contain my anticipation of his call and my excitement slowly turned to nervousness. The thought both excited and frightened me, so much so that all that time I did nothing but relish it. Thirty minutes later, to my amazement, he called me and we talked. Once again I felt tongue tied. I knew I had no right to be talking to him without your consent, yet his words to me made me tingle inside like a teenage girl. After that, everyday I had thought about Ravi. Everyday as you left for work, I longed to be alone with my thoughts. ”

I was on the edge of myself taking in Monisha’s every word. "I can't believe you kept that from me." I said.

"I reasoned there was no need or point in telling you. As far as I was concerned, it was innocent and did not worth mentioning. I couldn't believe how easy it was to have a secret for myself that absolutely no one had known about it. This man, our conversation and our flirtation were at the back of my mind continually as he kept me in an almost permanent state of subliminal excitement."

"Then how did it progress from that?"

"I didn't meet him in person until several weeks later. That was the day when I came to meet you at the office before going to the Desai party. That day, when I called, Ravi asked me if I was wearing a perfume which was his favorite. My reply was "Of course." In the back of my mind I knew this was so wrong. But I'd never had anyone treat me this way. It was such a great experience, knowing that a man's face would light up just at the thought of seeing you. It gave me so much confidence. I felt a little tinge of excitement imagining the way that Ravi looked at me, always in a seductive and playful manner. It would be nice to have him look at me again, with his expression of admiration tinged with some kind of amusement. I was already tingling in anticipation of a secret encounter with this man. I kept telling myself, ‘Its innocent fun and nothing else.’

Hanging on my wife's every syllable, I listened in fascination as Monisha recounted the details of what had happened that day.

“When I showed up in the reception, Ravi was there waiting for me. He looked so good standing there. I thought he had to be aware of how he looked: the perfect proportions of his body, the fine autocratic features, the way every physical element had been put together with a degree of care about the appearance of the finished product. He was perfect. Yes he had to be conscious of what he was. And yet there was some aloofness about him, a way of making me feel he had never been enslaved by his beauty nor would be.

Modesty told me that I should really cover it back up but I didn't want to. I wanted Ravi to notice me. He turned and drew in a breath, his eyes widening slightly as he saw me. We stared at each other in silence, both nervous about the situation.”

"So Ravi also harbored a liking for you?" I asked, correctly guessing what it was all about.

Monisha looked closely at me and continued, deeply debating whether or not to fill me in.

“Gazing into my eyes, Ravi took me by the hand and said, half whispering, ‘That's a beautiful dress.’ I quite liked the dress I was wearing that evening. But hearing it from him was flattering. ‘You are really attractive, Monisha, a really stunning beauty’.

Despite his obvious come on, I found myself almost at a loss what to answer back. "Well Ravi, you're not so bad looking yourself."

This actually gave me quite the rush. "Wow, so you really were into him," I said.

Monisha continued, "He had a look in his eyes, as though he was saying 'I'm the man for you. I am the one who can make you happy.' Very quickly it was just him talking and me eating up his every word. All through the interaction, it was obvious he was expecting something to happen between us. He was very attentive and flirtatious and from time to time would find an excuse to touch me. But the thought of infidelity never seriously crossed my mind. When you came in the reception to meet me, it caused a sense of guilt. I don't think you suspected anything."

"Yeah, I did not catch anything," I said, remembering the encounter in the reception room.

"I should have seen this coming at this point, I should have recognized where it was all going, but I was so excited I accepted to go with him in his car before thinking twice!" Monisha said.
(To Be Continued)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER

PART18


I definitely knew this story was going to be interesting now. All this time, I had wondered and fantasized about what had happened between my wife and my boss, on the day of the party. I couldn't have imagined a better scenario in my wildest dreams!

I knew I should have been pissed off with both Monisha and Ravi yet I felt the words she said painted images I had never before stopped myself from visualizing. The tent forming in my pants was a testament to this.

I had moved to the room bar to fetch myself a Scotch, but I opted for coffee instead. When I came back, I sat on the sofa. "Monisha? Look at me. What happened there in the car?" I asked her. I realized the words were coming out a bit louder than I intended. She flinched slightly at my voice.

Monisha started to speak then stopped. She tried again. Monisha found her voice this time. "Rajiv, I am so, so sorry. You know I completely love you, and I want you to know how I felt that day. I am going to be honest with you as I tell you everything that happened.”

As I listened, I was too stunned to think straight. "Okay, tell me, where did you go with him?" I demanded.

Monisha stared at me for a moment; then she continued. “Once I was in the car alone with Ravi, my mind raced wildly. I was nervous and the first few minutes of conversation were very awkward. He started off, without much being said yet both could feel the tension that was between us. It was scary and exciting. Then Ravi said ‘If I were your husband, there's no way I'd let you alone with another man.’ ‘Well, you're not my husband,’ I told him. I knew I was exposing myself to tremendous risk by playing into his game and yet I couldn't help it. ‘You are lovely, Monisha’ he said softly. ‘You are handsome too,’ I surprised myself saying. My cheeks burned in shame. I could lose everything, just to satisfy, what? I wondered why I was here. Soon, I could barely breathe, the sexual tension was so thick. Inevitable, was the only word to describe the outcome. ‘Would it ruin our friendship if I kissed you?’ he said. He didn't let me answer, telling me to think about it. I had been thinking about it! “

"So, did he go ahead and kiss you then?" I said, clearing my throat louder than I meant to.

Monisha took a deep breath. She appeared to be bracing herself for something. “Yes, he did. I did not realize he had taken another route and had stopped the car on the side of the road. Without asking for approval, Ravi he took my face in his hands and kissed my lips ever so gently I thought I'd melt. Rather than pull back, I let him kiss me. I was so startled, like a teenager who had been kissed for the first time on her first date. My heart was racing and I found myself drifting further off into the moment. When he stopped, I longed for him to kiss me again, to leave me breathless and light-headed. After a pause he again kissed me, this time fiercely, almost savagely. I found myself responding in the same way. One of his hands was locked in my head, holding my head back. The other hand gripped my body tightly. The thought flitted across my mind that I must stop the madness now. But intense, irresistible desire surged through my body and I clutched him as if I was drowning.”

What Monisha had just told me, was astonishing. I waited to see if Monisha wanted to say anything more but she didn't. I was unsure of what else to say, but seriously hoped Monisha would continue telling her story, and not leave out a single detail.

"Monisha, whatever you say from now on will never change how I feel about you. I love you and always will. But please tell me if this is what all happened between you that day? I need to know.” I said.

Monisha looked away from me. Her head dropped and she stared at the floor for a moment. Finally she calmed down and took a sniff, and a deep breath then let it out. “No,” she replied. “At that point, Ravi said something, ‘Why don’t we step outside for some fresh air?’ Overcome by the intoxication of my passion, I said, with a tone of desperation in my voice, "Let's go."

For a moment I was stunned by what she had said. "Rajiv, believe me at the time it seemed the most natural thing in the world to do.”

Even as I listened to Monisha, I was aware of the lustful thoughts racing through my mind. I no longer recognized the old Monisha: the one who used to make love with a deliberate quiet reserve: the pretty, honorable wife who used to lay nearly motionless, not wanting to appear too eager as I thrust inside her.
Listening to her, I realized that she had turned into a woman intent on satisfying her physical urge, no matter how deceitful. Yet I found myself squirming as I listened to her story and could feel my erection throbbing! I had the craziest desire to sneak my hand and stroke myself.

“Ravi immediately grabbed my hand and began to lead me outside. I followed him to a somewhat secluded area off of the beaten path behind a large clump of shrubs and trees, some way out of the road where we were unlikely to be seen. I couldn't exactly explain why I followed him. My heart was beating fast in my eagerness; my body ached with need. I inhaled deeply, trying to hang on to sanity. I stood there, trembling, eager to find out what was going to happen next. He smiled slightly and pressed me against a tree. I stiffened, knowing his intentions, but it was to no avail. My heart raced and my legs became wobbly as I realized this was the moment of truth. ‘He certainly knows how to take charge of a situation,’ I said to myself as he held me to him.

"Yeah, Ravi really knows what he wants," I said, even as I felt my arousal increase. I looked over at my wife and saw that she was blushing profusely as she looked back at me and continued the story.

“At first I just felt the cool touch of his lips against my throat and I closed my eyes, feeling the now familiar pleasure his kiss brought to me. I could not breathe as I felt myself slowly drifting away. He continued to kiss my throat. I shivered in anticipation of the promises borne in his kiss. I tilted my head back in silent need as his mouth moved to my breast through the material of my dress, kissing both of them, taking turns between them. My back arched of its own accord and a moan escaped my lips. My body trembled with need, my veins making me ache with desire and wanting.”

“His arm encircled my waist, pulling me closer to him. His tenderness made me feel so secure and made me feel as though he was kissing me with his heart. Our passion was mounting and I literally throbbed for him. It felt as if my heart was beating between my legs along with a passionate burning urgency. I moaned and writhed with pleasure under his kisses and caresses. I could feel his equal excitement as his evident hardness pressed against my thigh.”

After a small pause, Monisha continued her story. “I am not entirely sure exactly what happened that day, as parts of it are a bit hazy. I remember Ravi kneeling down in front of me and removing my shoes, unbuckling the thin straps and sliding them slowly off my feet. He took one foot and bringing it up to his mouth. His lips caressed me all the way up my leg, stopping just to start with the other foot. I could barely stand what he was doing, and his name escaped my lips, a low whisper. As he made his way up my left leg, he conveniently brought one leg down so that my legs were on either side of his shoulders. I moaned loudly as his lips met with my soft inner thigh. His tongue slid in between me causing me to wriggle with delight.”

“His lips pulled at the soft folds of my skin. I was paralyzed by shock as his tongue began to probe in the crevices and then, as he parted my lips with his fingers, to thrust deep inside me. Finally his relentless tongue found a tiny, sensitive place, so sensitive that his touch was almost painful at first. I forgot my shock as I was overwhelmed by the most piercing sensation I had ever experienced. Unable to restrain myself, I moved my hips up and down, faster and faster, rubbing my slippery flesh over his mouth, his chin, his nose, his forehead, totally absorbed in my own pleasure. It built and built, feeding on itself, until I felt utterly possessed by joy and opened my mouth to scream, at which point he clapped his hand over my face. But I screamed in my throat as the climax went on and on, ending in something that felt like an explosion and left my so drained that I thought I would never, never be able to get up.”

I listened to her quietly with a curious lack of anger. I didn't know what to say. My attention was now on the bulge in my pants. My cock was tucked to the left and most of the way erect, but was restrained. I let my hand trail its way down my body, and through the fabric I shifted my penis so that it was now pointing straight up, but still restrained. I stroked up the shaft a few times, and felt myself get harder. I was pretty sure that my wife would not notice if I gently stroked my hand across my throbbing cock through my pants.
"Just keep talking," I said. I was listening to my wife who always wanted sex to be associated with love, relate to me about how she was ravaged by a passionate man who was not her husband. And though these thoughts sickened me, they also drove me mad with lust. I craved release, more than anything I'd ever experienced.

There is a pause and I wondered if Monisha has left me. After a small hesitation, she went on. “My mind seemed to go blank for a while. I knew vaguely that he still lay between my legs. I sighed. ‘I didn't realize it could be like that. It was lovely.’ My legs had turned to rubber and I slowly slid to the ground twisting to the side onto my back while Ravi wasted no time in pulling my panties completely off. As I spread my legs open, I reached to unzip his pants and take out his cock. I gasped once I felt it in my hand. Latika was right, he's really big, I thought with a start.”

This information took me by surprise. "So she already knew that he was well endowed. Why did she ask me during our fantasy games?" I thought to myself, but did not voice out, fearing to interrupt my wife.

Monisha continued her story. “’Quickly,’ I said, ‘quickly.’ Without hesitation, Ravi guided the head of his cock inside me. I held him tightly, and wiggled against him, encouraging him to take me while I leaned against the tree. And then I felt it, the gentle yet insistent opening: the exquisite moment of delicious penetration. I could sense the sheer size of the cock moving inside. And as he continued to move forward, I moaned my approval to him.”

Monisha was looking at me as she talked, “Ravi entered me slowly, perhaps even deliberately, increasing my need with every maddening inch. Finally, he hit bottom. I realized it was different from you. I never imagined a cock could stretch me this way. He must be massively endowed to create such delicious pressure inside me.”

Monisha paused for a moment and looked at me. All I could do was to stare at Monisha.
Even in these moments, I could see that Monisha was a very attractive woman. Her lovely features and slender body always got her a lot of attention from men. I had been proud of the way Monisha had brushed off these attentions. All her life she had been given the lustful look, but wanted the respectful thought. Responding coolly and politely with firmness, she had rejected every advance. She casually accepted the overtures, and just as casually ignored them, remaining serene and poised, even with those who made persistent advances towards her. Monisha wanted respect from men, not lust. “Ravi began to move. He slowly withdrew, taking his time to accustom me to his size, and once withdrawn, he began to push inside again. His thrusts increased in depth and intensity, pushing to the limit of my endurance. It was almost too much to take. But I needed it. I needed Ravi.”


“I tried to prepare myself for the impending orgasm, but the sheer force of Ravi's violent moves frightened me. And finally, it was upon me. My body shook as the contractions began to course through me. The muscles in my thighs betrayed me as we convulsed in hard jerks of pleasure. Ravi held me firmly by the hips, steadying my weakened body for the continuing onslaught. As my orgasm subsided, I began to wonder if he would ever relent.”

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and started to think of the sex between them, the feel of her clit rubbing against the top of his shaft. I rhythmically moved my hand up and down the shaft slowly, slowly. I began to breathe faster and harder, my reactions getting more and more out of my control.

“And as I tightened around him, I heard Ravi cry out, and with a last hard thrust, I felt him unload deep inside me. His cock pulsed and jumped, before softening to the point my continuing contractions forced it. This was how lovemaking could really be like, the wild, abandoned feeling of two people giving each other so much pleasure that at times it felt almost unbearable in its intensity.”

I could feel the condescending tone in her voice that came as a complaint to my own lovemaking skills. But I was speechless.
I thought she'd finished there, but I was wrong. Monisha continued her narration. “It took us a long time to catch our breath. I lay still, eyes closed, stroking the hair at the back of his neck, enjoying the rough tickling sensation on my hands. I did not feel the least bit guilty, just content and satisfied. Ravi raised himself on an elbow. On the cleft of my breast there was a bead of perspiration and gently he ran his hands over it and then over my breasts. ‘You are beautiful’ he said, kissing them, kissing me. ‘It's not very ladylike,’ I said, ‘but I want to say thank you.’ He reached out to touch my cheek, and smiled. ‘You're very ladylike.’ After kissing me for a few more moments, ‘What would you like to do now?’ he asked. I looked at him, my eyes wide and told him ‘I want to be with you, Ravi.’”

It took a moment for my brain to start working again and process what Monisha was saying. "Were... were you really prepared to leave the Desai party …leave me, leave everything…. and run away with him?" I stammered.

I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. It seemed to me that Monisha was determined not to feel sorry for anything. "So you don’t feel guilty for what happened?” I asked her.

“No, Rajiv, at that time I did not. I felt desired, desirable and glad to be alive. And grateful to Ravi for showing me how lovemaking could be. Ravi knew more about my body than I did. His own body is very beautiful. Perfect. Just a few minutes with Ravi had been enough to arouse curiosities in me. What else could I experience about sex? What else could it be like? "

When I looked at Monisha I saw no sign of embarrassment on her part. I did not know what to make of the whole experience. “Why are you just confessing this now?" I insisted, relieved that my brain had started working again.

I saw Monisha's body stiffen and she hesitated a minute before she said, "That day when Ravi and I made love, it was so intense we lost track of time. Afterwards we settled into a post-coital embrace, but our tranquility did not last long. It started getting late and for the first time panic began to grow in my mind. Ravi urged me to phone you and give some excuse for not coming to the Desai party. But I would not hear of it. Quickly, my fear became all-consuming. I had to get back to you. My mind was too full of what I should do when I got home. Later when we returned to the car and drove to the Desai party, I felt very confused and nearly broke into tears when I saw how troubled you were inside the house.”

I gave her a look like I thought she was crazy. "Why that? You just said you could fall in love with Ravi, run off with him and marry him." I asked.

“Yes, at that time I was thinking only of myself. I didn't feel I was doing any wrong to you. The moment I saw you, I saw myself as I really was: I had just been an adulterous wife. I was no longer pure, no longer virtuous. I was an adulterer, a betrayer of my husband's trust.”

I tried to think of a response to what she told me but nothing came to mind. Women indeed were difficult to understand I thought.

"Rajiv, I know you may not believe me but I am truly sorry for what I did and have been so ever since it happened,” she said.

"But you should have told me then. You have kept this terrible secret from me for so long."

"I was trying to protect you from the pain I knew you would feel. I knew it would hurt you. All the while you were telling me how bad you felt when you did not see me at the party, and I kept replaying the day's events in my mind as we went home where I immediately undressed, washed myself thoroughly, then got into bed. I spent the night in bed trying to understand what had happened. I was overcome with terrible pains of guilt and regret as I considered how complete my betrayal had been.”

After this confession, Monisha didn't say anything so I knew it was up to me. “Did you two talk about it after that?” I said.

“I was determined to try every way I can to make it up to you but I didn't know how to erase what I did. Not only had I cheated on you, I'd done it with a man who was your own boss at work. The man would laugh silently at you, thinking you a fool for not knowing how deceitful your wife actually was. For some odd reason, I had trusted Ravi, but I now saw him as a man who would no doubt brag of his conquest to your friends and colleagues, laughing as he related details of the wife that couldn't get enough with her husband.” For a moment Monisha looked like she might start crying.

“You did not answer my question. Did you two talk about it after that?” I asked.

Monisha's face flushed red. "You promise not to get angry?"

"How can I promise that when I have no idea what you are going to say?" I said as calmly as possible.

“The following day, when you left for work, I phoned Ravi to try to repair the damage. He suggested I drop in at the office, I refused. I wasn't ready to face him again. I knew what he had in mind."

"Why the hell would he want to meet you at the office?" I almost yelled.

“He said you would be out of office the whole day. You were doing the formalities for your trip to Mumbai. Ravi had sent you there because he wanted time alone with me.”

"Yes. I remember that trip, it was at short notice." I answered quickly. It was on that trip that I met with my friend Kushal at the airport and he told me how about the sexual tryst that took place between his wife Sanjana and Ravi. It was also at that time that for the first time I jerked off to the fantasy of Ravi doing Monisha and got me to take the steps to humbly step aside and allow Ravi to have his way with my lovely wife. This was unbelievable. Never in my wildest dreams could I ever imagine that by that time Ravi had already fucked my wife a first time and was by then sending me away to Mumbai so he could get into her panties again.

"Later in the evening, I wanted to tell you about that, I found myself deciding not to. I did not want to place you in an embarrassing position with your boss."

I was now feeling so many conflicting emotions. I had not once suspected Monisha was having an affair with Ravi. I wonder how I would have felt then to see Ravi touch Monisha intimately; a quick caress of her knee or a mischievous smile followed by a brief grope of her breasts. Was this fantasy crashing out of control? This was a new twist, something I never anticipated.
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A LOSER

PART19


"The only thing I want to know is how many times have you cheated on me with Ravi?" I asked. I looked at Monisha to see if I could get any kind of hint as to what was going on inside her head but nothing in her expression gave me any kind of clue. I wasn't sure that it would have made any difference anyway.

"That was the only time but I wasn't really cheating. Not the way you're thinking," she replied. I didn't know what Monisha was trying to say.

“In what way was it different?” I asked.

“Ravi gave me that yearning of love and fulfilled that childhood wish that every woman has. To meet the man of her dreams and I felt in my heart that he definitely was the one. From my first sight of him there had been such magic that it made me weak. My body ached. Ravi was wonderful; he just could give me what I needed sexually. It wasn't just his size. He was a good lover. I know I am wrong but how can something that feels so right be so wrong?”

“Why did you not continue the affair with him then?” I said.

“I wanted to be faithful to you. I needed to find a solution to our situation. For it to work, I knew I had to never see him again.”

"But you failed again. Last night you could not suppress your attraction for Ravi".

“You saw us last night”? Monisha asked with a face mixed of surprise and shame.
"Yes….. I was searching you. I found both of you in this room".
Monisha became completely speechless. I saw tears in her eyes again.

"What are we going to do now?" Monisha asked, after a long silence.

"Monisha I think only you should decide what we are going to do. But if you ask me for suggestion I will suggest you to continue your affair with Ravi". Monisha's eyes opened wide and her face became complete white.

“Why are you saying this Rajiv”? “I told you that I want to be faithful with you. I want to repair the damage I made. I don’t want to see him again. Last night you shouldn’t allow me to go with him at the party.”

“Look Monisha I was listening your story very carefully. That day after having sex with Ravi you wanted to run away with him and may be you wanted to marry him. Do you understand what it means? It means you fall in love with Ravi.

“Yeas I said that but it doesn’t mean that I don’t love you.”

“Monisha you said you felt guilty only when you saw me at Desi’s party. You felt bad because you betrayed your husband for having sex with the man you fell in love with. You betrayed your husbands trust and that’s why you felt sorry for me. But I think you should have been sorry because you fall in love again. How could you fall in love again when there is already a man whom you loved for all these years?

Monisha tried to say something but couldn’t counter my logic. She wanted to say that, “I am not ashamed because I fall in love again”. She wanted to say, “Just because I am married and you are my husband you can’t control my feelings”. She wanted to say; “because I loved you for all these years you just can’t force me to stop loving someone else”. But she couldn’t.

So I continued again “If you want to stay with me and stop seeing Ravi then you have to sacrifice. You have to suppress your true feelings for Ravi”. “You know Monisha I felt jealous and hurt after listening your story. I felt terrible when you said…… “From your first sight of him there had been such magic that it made you weak. Your body ached. Ravi just could give you what you needed sexually”. You also said “It wasn't just Ravi’s size. He was a good lover too.” And then you expressed your true feelings about your affair with Ravi when you informed me that you know you are wrong but how could something that feels so right be so wrong?”

“Now I understand that you preferred Ravi to me in bed. Your body was no longer exclusively mine. You had been fully satisfied by my boss. I could never pleasure you the way Ravi could. Monisha….you would never be sexually satisfied with me ever again. But instead of your sacrifice if I sacrifice, then you could fulfill the yearning of love that you were talking about. You could also fulfill that childhood wish which every woman has. To meet the man of her dreams and Ravi definitely is the one for you.

“Rajiv you don’t know how much I love you.” Monisha said almost crying

“Monisha….You don’t know how much you want Ravi".

"Yesterday when Ravi was fucking you in this bed I was watching your every movement very carefully. Your movements were so intimate that I was thinking It wasn't just sex. It wasn't just fucking. It was making love".

I again saw tears in her eyes. “Tell me what should I do then?” She looked totally confused this time.

"I think you should phone Ravi right now and tell him that you want to leave me. Tell him that you want to stay with him for the rest of your life. See what he says. Don’t worry Monisha, no matter what happens, I will be there for you".

“You don’t want me Rajiv?” I know you hate me for sleeping with Ravi.

“I still want you very much Monisha…….and I don’t hate you for sleeping with Ravi.”

“Now, I just don’t want you to sacrifice Ravi for me. If Ravi wants to take you as his life partner I am willing to divorce you happily. If he can’t take you for any reason then I swear I can be a perfect cuckold husband too.” “I just don’t want you to stop for me now.”

“Don’t say like this Rajiv. I never wanted to hurt you like this. I just couldn’t control myself”

“Monisha…. I know Ravi is better than me in every aspect of life. He is rich, attractive, smart and very very hard to resist. He is also a very special human being and I am just an average guy. From the first day at the shopping mall you and Ravi were attracted. I tried my best to stop his advances towards you. But I failed every time. I wanted to stop him because I herd rumors about Ravi doing Sanjana and Ritikha both. But last night I realized Ravi’s attraction towards you is very much genuine. Ravi’s search for a beautiful and capable woman will end if he can have you completely.”

“I can’t leave you like this Rajiv. I can’t be that selfish. How Can I forget all those good times that we spend together in our married life”

You know Monisha, I always knew that life is a game. There is wining and there is losing. I just lost the game and he own. You are his precious prize and he really deserves it. It’s the rule of Mother Nature, that only the alpha male has the right to mate with the best female. I lost you in the battle of sex but lost from a far better player than me. I will try to take our matter like this.

“But Rajiv I never ……” Monisha tried to say something desperately. I stopped her by kissing her on her lips.

Please Monisha…………….I know…………I understand. It’s all in the game

(End)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND


PART1


It wasn't surprising to me to that our friendship had grown beyond societal norms. We were four childhood friends, who grew up together and managed to keep in touch with each other, even after our paths separated. Life in a small town, perhaps, has these advantages. Our elite 4-people group expanded to include our wives, as one by one each of my friends got married. With in a matter of couple of years all my friends had gotten married and we had three more adorable people in our group. At 27, I was still after my first love and wouldn't even consider taking the arranged marriage route, as my friends took.

As luck would have it, my friends moved to the United States in pursuit of a bright future and liberal lifestyle. I was still stuck in India, hoping that Mansi would eventually accept my proposal. I already had couple of job offers from US companies but didn't take them up since I believed that it was only a matter of time before Mansi accepted my proposal. My friends on the other hand wouldn't understand what was keeping me back. They never gave me a chance with this dove-eyed beauty. So, naturally they were shocked to hear the news of my marriage with Mansi.

Of all the people, Rahul was very unhappy that I never shared this secret with him. He helped me communicate my feelings to Mansi back in college when I lacked self belief. I met Mansi during the final year of my undergraduate studies. She was 6 years junior to us and had just joined the 11th grade class in our junior college. No sooner did she join, word about her beauty started circulating among boys in our college. I still remember - a bunch of folks from our group had made a beeline outside her classroom, just to get a glimpse of her beauty. Although, she was just in her 11th grade, she could put to shame any of the grown up girls with the kind of body she possessed. Being a Kokanastha (Maharashtrian s from coastal part)  it was not surprising that she was gifted with a flawless, fair complexion. She was around 5'4", slightly above average height by Indian standards. Her eyes and her lips were her striking features. She had awesome figure - she was neither skinny nor fat but just perfect. It wasn't surprising that there were lots of guys eyeing her and even proposed to her on rose day. Getting introduced to her was very easy for me. I was the college topper all the years and was expected to score very highly in the final year exams as well. However, carrying a meaningful conversation with her was always difficult for me as I would get distracted time and again by her stunning beauty. In no time she knew that I had a crush on her and so did my friends learn about that.

I still didn't have courage to even ask her out, forget about sharing my feelings with her. Fortunately, my friends came to rescue me there. Realizing that I wouldn't be able to muster courage to confront her with my feelings for her, they sent her twenty-five red roses to her on rose day, on my behalf. I was stunned when I came to know about this. I did meet Mansi several times after that but we never discussed about this. Later I came to know that she thought that I had sent her the roses and that it was just to communicate her about my feelings for her. While she liked my company, she was more interested in her studies at that point in time and hence she never entertained that idea beyond that point. I, however, managed to make good friends with her even after I moved out of college and we regularly kept in touch. My friends were still unaware of this, though. Rahul was with me in the college and was one of the persons who had engineered the rose day proposal. Given this background, he was understandably very pissed with the news. He, at least, expected me to share this secret with him.

I had to pacify him on the phone for a while before he forgave me for holding onto my little secret but only on the condition that I share with him the gory details of our honeymoon. This was something that I should have expected from him. Rahul & Arun were downright obnoxious at times and recklessly sharing the gory details of their sex life with us. Rahul and Arun both regarded Mansi to be very beautiful and would have pursued her if she had been an easy catch. However, they never left an opportunity of talking dirty about any of the attractive females in our group. In particular, both of them enjoyed sharing their fantasies of boning Mansi, if only they got a chance. Although, they knew I had a crush on her they never really thought I was very serious about her. I was a bit concerned with all the guy talk we had back then when we quite didn't know how things would pan out in the future.

I am digressing here, though. The reason I kept the little secret from everyone was perhaps only to protect my male ego. None of my friends ever thought that I could even woo Mansi, forget about getting married to her. She was a  by caste, and a very beautiful girl at that. On the other hand, I was a South Indian, not a  and was considerably dark skinned than her. I came to know from a close friend of her that her family was against the idea of Mansi getting married outside her caste. They definitely didn't want her to get married to a dark skinned guy like me. That's the reason, I was not too optimistic but I didn't stop persisting though. It was only after one of her elder cousins eloped with a '. guy next door that they were forced to seriously think about Mansi's future. It seemed Mansi was very keen on getting married to me but her parents were adamant about not having a South Indian Shudra for their son-in-law. Mansi was in her final year and she had already gotten admission into an US university for her further studies. I too had received my H1B but was deliberately delaying traveling to the US. It didn't take much time after her cousin fled for Mansi's parents to realize that I was perhaps a much better choice than either a '. or a Firang for that matter. The fact that Mansi was just 20 didn't matter and on an auspicious day in the month of February 1997 we got married.

So, finally I got married to the woman of my dreams, or rather a girl of my dreams. We didn't have a very long honeymoon, just a week at the nearest hill station, Matheran. And no I didn't bother sharing the gory details with Rahul or Arun. In fact, I pretty much avoided contact with them the next couple of months until I finally relocated to the US.

I found a consulting job in one of the high-tech companies in the Silicon Valley and Mansi joined me a few months later, just before her college started. Mansi was exceptionally ambitious and it surprised most people to see her get married at such a young age. While, most of our batch mates were enjoying our summer vacations by doing nothing, she was working with her Dad, helping him in his business and understanding the intricacies of Architecture. I had no doubt in my mind that we wouldn't step into the family way before she is into her thirties. It was her hard work and practical knowledge she gained while working with her Dad that enabled her to secure admission into this prestigious college.

Very soon, she was an integral part of our group. Now, our entire elite group was in the US within a 600 mile radius with us being almost at the center. Rahul and Rohini were located in the north near Davis. Arun and Nisha were located in Fresno, most unlikely area for a software engineer. Vinit and Dolly were located in Los Angeles area. It was very difficult for all of us to meet on a weekly basis, but we made it a point to meet on a monthly basis, at least. And most of the time the meeting was at our place. With frequent meetings, Rahul and Arun got more of an opportunity to flirt with Mansi. Mansi, though, very adroitly handled their lecherous glances and advances. Having exposed to dealing with people in construction business, she knew how to conduct herself among men. I had no doubt that Rahul and Arun envied me for having such a beautiful wife.

Everything went as it should between friends until the Memorial Day weekend of 1999. Mansi had just finished her exams and her final project presentation. We had decided to relax at home instead of using the long weekend for sight seeing. All our friends decided to spend the weekend at our place as well. We were outside on the patio having a few drinks and our discussion turned to sex. Rahul was the first one to broach up the topic.

"I have been having sex almost twice a day ever since I got married!" we heard Rahul claim very proudly.

"Really?" I asked eagerly.

"Well it has slowed down these days. Especially the last two years things have mellowed down significantly."

"I guess, that's normal after being married for six years," he added to justify.

Arun chimed in, "I totally agree!"

"Four years of marriage has had a similar effect on me as well."

Vinit corroborated Rahul and Arun by saying, "Sex is not everything!"

"Sooner or later there are other aspects of marriage that become more important or pertinent."

And then it was my turn to give my 2 cents.

"Well, I too did it twice in the first six months or so but recently it has been mostly once a day."

Mansi's studies had significantly curtailed our bedroom encounters, since her course load was very demanding and she was very adamant of finishing it in two years.

"Moreover my consulting job makes it very difficult since I have to travel on a regular basis," I added justifying our low frequency given our fairly new marriage.

"I don't agree with you Vinit," Rahul countered Vinit.

"Other things start becoming more only important after you have kids."

"And none of us have kids yet," he clarified.

"So what are you saying?" asked Arun.

Rahul looked at our blank expressions and said, "Have you heard the phrase 'Familiarity breeds contempt'"

"Or the phrase 'Variety is the spice of life''" he asked.

"What exactly are you saying," I asked since it seemed too much of a loaded statement to me.

"Well, all I am saying is that we are bored with our mundane life and we need some excitement," Rahul said calmly.

"I agree," both Arun and Vinit chimed in.

"We need some excitement before we get into the rut of life and have kids," Arun added.

The more we dwelled on this topic, the more we talked about our mutual experiences and ended up concluding that we needed a little bit of excitement in our life to spike the lost interest in the sex department. Although, I didn't believe Mansi and I had lost interest in the sex but the frequency had mellowed down and certainly it never lived up to the expectations I had from myself before marriage. As a single guy, I believed that I would be having sex every day of my life and never understood why some of the other married folks couldn't keep up their drive. Being married for couple of years made me understand that it takes quite a bit of energy to have sex and having it every night is Herculean effort, quite beyond most people's capabilities.

During that discussion, I came to understand that Mansi and I were truly naïve in the sex department. My close friends had been far more adventurous and had tried quite a few esoteric positions and also experimented with quite a few toys that were easily accessible here. Mansi and I on the other hand usually engaged in missionary style sex and occasionally engaged in doggy style sex. Besides that we didn't try anything adventurous till date, although oral sex was not uncommon between us.

It was inevitable that our discussion steered to forbidden topics in our community. As expected it was Rahul who started it by saying, "I think we should try swinging."

"Are you out of your mind," yelled Vinit. Arun and I were a little bit relaxed but definitely not interested in the direction our discussion was heading.

"No I am not," Rahul replied very calmly and added, "I know quite a few of my American colleagues indulge in it and that's what keeps their marriages alive."

"It is not in our culture," retorted Vinit.

"Besides our wives would never agree to something that outrageous," he added thoughtfully.

"I am not worrying about the execution part yet. We need to be convinced that this is the right path before we worry about how to make things happen," said Rahul.

None of us could agree less.

"And it is not as if such things happen only here, I knew of a secret social network in Bombay that organized swapping events."

We were all ears as he continued, "Although outrageous group sex activities never happened there but wife swapping definitely happened."

"They ran a lottery scheme and only wealthy, screened couples were invited."

"The wives usually selected one of the keys from the pooled car keys and then she would be off with the owner of the car for a wild night feast of sex."

"India is not too far behind in these things."

"Anyway, we are all in the US, why should we care about the social taboos in India."

The seeds were sown. Only time would tell if they would bear fruit, I thought to myself. While I agreed with Rahul's point of view, I didn't quite see a reason why one would want to experiment with such a wild idea, given that it could have disastrous consequences. I was perfectly happy with my sex life and didn't see any particular reason to experiment. However, I had been into the marriage only for couple of years and hence didn't quite know how things would materialize in future. Rahul, Arun, and Vinit were definitely in agreement on the loss of excitement in their marriage after all these years.

I wondered if any one from our group would find any person of opposite sex undesirable. At least, I found all the three women quiet attractive and would relish spending time with them in the bedroom. They were very different and unique in some sense. Nisha was the most voluptuous woman of the lot – her luscious lips almost inviting for a kiss and her pear shaped body was almost perfect example of Indian beauty on the healthier side. Rohini was the skinniest of the lot but she was quite attractive in her own way. Her height, almost 5' 6" was certainly an advantage and her smallish breasts with her cute smile definitely had an aura. Dolly was short and petite, except in the hip region, where she seemed to be a bit well endowed. She was the cutest of the lot. Mansi was certainly the most beautiful women from our group but had slightly smaller breasts to my taste. I did work on them over the past 2 years to bring them to B+ cup size. Given her age, it was, perhaps, acceptable to have those smallish breasts. As women generally tend to put on a little bit of weight as they age. I always believed that women generally look their best in their 30s. That was perhaps one of the reasons I found Rohini attractive.

The guys on the other hand weren't all that handsome. Vinit was, perhaps, the best looking guy but then he was also the shortest. Even Dolly was slightly taller than him, although he would never admit that. Arun was a typical Maharashtrian, slightly overweight but yet not undesirably so. Rahul was the skinniest and the tallest of the lot. Overall, one wouldn't rate him as a very attractive but he wasn't bad either. I was slightly dark skinned but I was the person with a very good physique and one who exercised regularly.

All of us moved in, where our wives had gathered together and were listening very intently to what Rohini was saying. Out of sheer inquisitiveness, I asked, "What are you folks talking about?"

Mansi excitedly responded, "Rohini is talking about her thesis on polyamorous relationships in humans."

I was pretty stunned to hear that and could only ask further, "What about them?" Rohini elaborated, "Actually my thesis is to understand the roots of polyamorous relationships in humans and why such relationships came into existence."

"It is interesting to note that although polygamy is well understood by most Indians, it is not the only form of polyamory."

Nisha added, "And polyandry was also quite popular in some parts of India."

"Polyandry?" All four of us asked in disbelief. The only polyandry we ever heard was that in the Mahabharata age and only one specific case of Draupadi.

"Yes, some of the tribes in Tibet still practice polyandry and it is primarily for economic reasons."

"The amount of irrigable land is scarce and division of such fertile land amongst children reduces the amount available for each and consequently renders it useless."

"So, polyandry is almost an economic compulsion in Tibet and socially acceptable as well," explained Rohini.

"Apart from this, some of the people in Kerala and Bengal used to practice polyandry couple of centuries ago. Even today you could clearly see that they are primarily matriarchal societies," added Rohini.

Dolly excitedly chimed in, "I wonder how the husbands could identify their kids."

"And I always wondered how Draupadi allotted time slots to the Pandavas," blurted Mansi. All of us could only have hearty laugh. But for Rohini it was a much more serious issue and we all looked towards her to get an expert opinion.

"Well, I don't know how Draupadi managed it but it is quite an issue of mutual understanding and the wife's consent."

"Most of the time, the wife sleeps with her husbands, usually not more than two, on alternate night basis," she explained.

"There is never an issue about whose kid it is, since they are their kids regardless of the actual genetic parentage," she elaborated.

"So, whose kid the wife bears is just a matter of luck, as all of them are having their due share from her."

"Well so much for economic compulsions," she exhaled.

"That explains the origins."

"But what about the revival of polyamory in the west these days?" asked Arun.

"Well that is an entirely different issue and has no relation to economics or the social structure."

"It is something that I could never comprehend and I have rarely heard of such things lasting lifetime of a person."

"Usually, things fall apart as the mutual attraction decrease over a period of time and they never endeavor into more complex relationships involving children."

"Polyamory needs phenomenal amount of trust and faith to work in the long term."

"Moreover, making it publicly known causes other kind of social issues."

"What about swinging or spouse swapping," I asked only to get that glare from Mansi and the other women.

"You can't compare swinging with polyamory," yelled Dolly.

"Well, he can," said Rohini surprising every one.

"More often than not, polyamory usually has a primary relationship that is superior to other relationships."

"Such as husband-wife relationship – that is the most important relationship and everything else is secondary."

"So, people usually have polyamorous relationships by having one or two people involved from outside in the relationship."

"It doesn't last for a long time but then that is by design."

"Swinging comes closest to this but then the sole purpose of swinging is just having sex."

"Having said that, people who are seriously into swinging, especially with the same set of people, do eventually develop polyamorous relationships."

"Yes, but all this happens only in the west," said Rahul almost dismissing the idea.

"No, it happens also in India but it is largely under covers," said Rohini.

Rohini had worked as a social worker in India till she moved to the US and had counseled quite a few disgruntled couples, who transgressed the borders of marriage once in a while.

"Indian women are not that adventurous enough for something like this," said Rahul, almost instigating the four women.

Dolly quickly retorted, "I think Indian men cannot handle it. That is the reason why we Indian women never entertain such thoughts."

"Ooh, touchy," said Arun teasing them.

"Really, can you guys handle it?" asked Mansi teasingly.

"Cut it out!" Vinit said restoring some sanity but he women were not to be let down and Dolly provoked us again, "Can you guys handle it?"

"Handle what?" asked Arun almost challenging them.

Dolly couldn't quite say it but then Mansi picked up the baton and said, "Having your wives sexually involved with other men."

Vinit not to be let down, immediately asked, "Which other men?"

"Let us say, someone among you," responded Nisha.

Battle of wits had begun and both the men and women were unwilling to retreat. It was only time before things could have escalated.

"Hello, you guys are just thinking about sex," said Rohini.

"The problem is much more serious than that."

"Yes, can you guys handle your wives getting romantically involved with other men?" asked Dolly.

Rahul laughed hearing this and said, "First you ladies should be willing to spend some time alone with us before getting romantically involved with any of us."

"Oh really?" asked Mansi.

"We are willing to do a lot more than that," shot back Nisha.

"Okay, we will go out to watch a movie tomorrow night and each of you will accompany someone other than your husband," said Rahul.

"Done!" snorted Dolly.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND

PART2


"Just watching a movie?" Nisha asked.

"Well you are watching a movie with someone else other than your husband," clarified Vinit.

"Yes but what is the point?" asked Rohini.

"Well, the movie is going to be a hot one and there would be lot of scenes," added Rahul.

"Can you handle it?" asked Arun.

"Of course, we can handle it," said Mansi.

"But what is the catch," asked Rohini knowing very well that just watching a movie wouldn't be on our mind.

"Well, it is a hot movie and our hands might be roaming and there is a very high chance that we might be in quite amorous mood," said Rahul letting the cat out of the bag.

"Are you folks sure you want to go through this?" Arun asked.

"Oh we can't wait," said Mansi looking directly into his eyes.

"But can you handle it?" asked Dolly teasingly.

"We will see who handle this," Rahul responded.

The women said their good nights and headed to our master bedroom. We were left to sleep in the living room. Stunned by the challenges our wives posed, we didn't quite know how to react. Finally, Vinit broke the silence.

"What happened? Why were these women so confident?" he asked.

"Well, they got nothing to loose," Rahul said.

"Who is going to win?" asked Arun.

"Only time will tell that," replied Rahul.

"Actually no one," I said.

"The question is who will loose?"

"If your jealousy is stronger than your desire for other women then you will loose."

"It is the same for them as well."

"Which movie are you planning?" asked Vinit.

"Not thought of it," Rahul responded.

As expected none of the women backed out and so did the men. Till date, I am not quite certain if any of us was hesitant about taking this step. I was certainly looking forward to it -- as it really broadened our sexual horizons.

Rahul chose the movie for us and Rohini decided the pairing and the rest of us just followed the laid down steps by them. I was paired with Rohini, Rahul was paired with Mansi, Vinit was paired with Nisha, and Arun was paired with Dolly. The plan was to start early in the evening, treat our partners for a nice dinner as a thank you note for letting us watch the movies with them.

Rahul chose a "Cruel Intentions" which had released couple of months ago and perhaps was the best choice. The movie itself wasn't great -- a cheap (modern?) adaptation of the classic "Dangerous Liaisons." Also, he was quite certain that the show would be fairly deserted and we would be able to easily take some, not so nice, liberties with our partners.

Rahul, Arun, Vinit, and I discussed to what extent we should go in order to ensure that the women would concede defeat. We wanted to win to protect our male egos at the same time we didn't want our wives to be exploited. Perhaps the women knew this pretty well and hence didn't concede defeat in this battle. They were confident that either way we had to loose, since they could only loose if one of us took unusual advantage of the situation.

We debated for sometime on what activities should be allowed and what should be forbidden. All of us agreed that undressing our partners was beyond consideration, especially in such a public place. We had to agree that groping with private parts should be allowed; otherwise it would be too tame and the women would be easily able to handle it. After considerable debate we agreed that groping at our partners breasts was okay and even rubbing the crotch of women or kneading their ass would be okay. We eventually even agreed that as a last resort we should try to sneak our hands inside and grab their naked breasts. Sneaking our hands inside their pants was completely ruled out. The objective for us was to enjoy so we agreed not to directly jump to take the extreme measures and gradually build up the momentum. The ideal situation would be that none of the women jumped out of their seats in revolt, yet at the same time we get plenty of satisfaction handling our partners.

The women very nicely dressed for the movie -- showing no particular sign of any excitement. Mansi opted to wear a nice saree, a surprising choice considering the possible activities that could transpire in the theatre. The others wore their traditional salvars, except for Dolly who opted for jeans with a nice non revealing top. The men spent a little bit time to tidy up for this major event of their life. Although, our dresses didn't show the excitement but the meticulous preparation did little to hide it.

Rohini looked marvelous in her green salvar. Her lean figure really made her look much taller and better in salvars. She was radiant, her sparkling eyes shone through her spectacles and her lips parted every now and then to glare her neat milky white teeth. Mansi was very cheerful as well. Her narrow waist was delectably wrapped in the gorgeous yellow saree that I had bought for her on our first anniversary. The brassiere had grown a bit tight for her after a year -- a just reward for my careful ministrations this past year. I noted that she had worn the saree a little bit lower than usual, nothing brazen but enough for me to take notice. The other two women looked gorgeous as well in their regular attire. I wondered if the other women would have opted for saree if they had access to one.

All of us left the house at 7:30pm. As per the plan we were supposed to meet at the theatre around 10:00pm and then move to four different corners of the theatre in order to get some privacy. Rohini insisted that we go to a quieter place for having our dinner, although I fancied taking her out to a nice, expensive restaurant. I took her to a slightly expensive Afghani place that is usually deserted; although I was not certain if it would be deserted during a long weekend. We had casual talk for some time before we placed our orders for starters and drinks. We were having a good time when suddenly Rohini decided to give it a serious turn by mentioning yesterday's events.

"I am a bit concerned with the way things went yesterday," she said.

"Why?" I asked innocuously.

"Well, I want to be frank with you," she said before taking a gulp of water to clear her throat.

"Do you promise to keep this between us?" she said lowering her voice.

"Why?"

"Sure, you can trust me," I said assuring her.

"Promise me that you won't get upset and ruin everything," she said highlighting the seriousness of the issue.

"Trust me, I am very tolerant and patient," I again assured her.

"What all happened yesterday was all planned by Rahul."

"I am reluctantly helping him achieve his objective."

"What objective?" I asked puzzled by her admission of an insidious plan of Rahul.

"Rahul wants to bed Mansi," she exhaled after a pregnant pause. I could notice her lips quiver as she said it. If not for this, I could have mistaken this for a ploy by the women for us to back off and concede defeat. It was quite clear that she was not lying and I very well knew that Rahul was a born philanderer. However, our conversation yesterday evening suggested that all of us (men) were looking for a little bit of adventure and hence it wasn't so alarming that Rahul wanted to bed Mansi. Moreover, Rahul definitely had a crush on Mansi ever since he saw her in college days. I could hardly blame anybody for wanting to have sex with such an incredibly beautiful woman.

"So what's new?"

"I am sure Arun and Vinit would love it too," I said.

"And yes even I would like to spend a night in bed with you," I heard myself saying. Rohini blushed and her lips curled and although she tried hard, I could see her faintly smile.

"Let's get serious," she said trying to contain her embarrassment.

"It is you who is joking," I said smiling at her predicament. Was she really joking, I wondered.

"You don't understand," she almost yelled out of frustration.

"I wish it had been just a passing fad," she said.

"But this is serious."

"Trust me."

"Rahul is hell bent on having Mansi as his mistress," she said finally letting out cat out of the bag.

"What do you mean by that?"

"She is already married," I said. Still a bit puzzled with the turn of our conversation.

"That is precisely the point," she emphasized.

"He derives great pleasure bedding married women," she clarified.

"So, you are suggesting that she is his next victim," I said knowing that he did bed a few married women during our college days. Also, he did occasionally drop hints of boning some of his married, white colleagues in the US.

"The problem is - he wants her to be his last and eternal victim!"

"What are you implying?" I asked not quite understanding what precisely she was saying.

"You are so naïve," she said mocking me.

"He wants your wife to be his fuckmate all his life."

"Does that clear things?"

I was shocked to say the least. I could understand Rahul's desire to fuck Mansi and perhaps could have even accepted his desire if things went well and we were able to convince our wives to swap partners. I could have even allowed him extra turns with Mansi if he needed that. But doing something for life was unimaginable for me. I was in it for fun -- admitted that the thought of somebody screwing Mansi really excited me. But then those are fantasies -- nobody lives those fantasies -- at least not people brought up in strict, moral society.

"I am shocked," is all I managed to say, in response.

"Rahul could hatch such a plan," I said in disbelief.

"And you? You are assisting him," I reprimanded her.

"I don't have a choice," she said.

"You don't have a choice," I almost yelled.

"It is not as if you don't know him," she said, "If not her, he would see someone else."

"I wouldn't mind if he had pursued someone else but then he has set his eyes on Mansi now," she said confirming my worst doubts. I knew that Rahul was a go-getter and knew that every time he vowed to screw a girl, he had her on her knees sucking his cock in no time.

I had heard about some rumors about a wager he had with his local friend, when we were in college. It was about bedding a hot married lady staying in their building and he managed to seduce her in a matter of six months and screw her. The lady was really hot in bed apparently, although I never heard Rahul gloat about his conquest but his friends did tell me that he managed to fuck her. The lady by no means was beautiful and yet he was able to break her resolve. It didn't take much of intelligence for me to figure out that how hard he will be going at Mansi.

"I am sure you wouldn't find it hard to understand how hard it is put a leash on his flirting nature."

"But with Mansi joining our group it is impossible to stop him," she said clearly highlighting her helplessness.

"A shy, young, married wife is a perfect lure if he needed any," she said driving home the point.

"What if Mansi doesn't accept his advances?" I said. Mansi although had a bit of adventurous spirit considering her very conservative background, I didn't believe she would cheat on me or have an affair with anybody, especially with a close friend of mine.

"You can just hope that," she said dismissing my point.

"No women can resist his advances," she said praising Rahul's skills in wooing women.

"And once they had a taste of sex with him -- they keep coming back for more."

"I wish Mansi doesn't accept his advances."

"But I know and even hope that she succumbs to his advances," she said surprising me.

"I thought you were unhappy about this," I asked questioning her motives.

"Yes, I am. But do I have a choice?"

"It is better than him sleeping with some white women or a prostitute for that matter," she elaborated.

"I am puzzled."

"Here let me explain," she said taking my hands in hers as soon as the waitress brought our drinks and appetizers. The conversation had already taken a toll of my appetite.

"Rahul has an insatiable appetite for sex and needs ample variety."

"Naturally, one can hardly expect him to be content with a simple woman like me."

"He needs ample sex outside our marriage!"

"Now, I wouldn't want him to sleep with any women, without knowing her background or sexual history."

"Need to guard against diseases," she elaborated.

"With this background, Rahul and I believe that Mansi fits the bill perfectly."

"So, that is how we ended up arranging yesterday's episode."

I was intently listening to her feeling the warmth of her hands in that unusually cold place due to an unregulated AC. I could sense that she genuinely cared for me, although out of her devotion to her husband she had to surreptitiously assist him in his dark games.

"I couldn't do this behind your back and hence I had to share this with you," she said.

"I even wanted to make sure that Mansi wasn't paired with Rahul for the movie."

"Couldn't do that though."

"I am happy that you thought about me at least," I said withdrawing my hands.

"So what is the deal now," I asked her.

"I don't want to cheat you," she said.

"You can still call this off," she assured me.

"How?" I eagerly asked.

"After tonight's episode, Rahul is planning to take a headcount tomorrow morning of people who are willing to continue this in some fashion," she answered.

"It would be a secret ballot."

"We would need a unanimous agreement to take something like this to the next step."

"You can vote against it."

"But unanimous agreement is very hard to get with something like this."

"Trust me," she said.

"Everybody would want to go ahead with something like this!"

"Ask yourself, if not for today's discussion wouldn't you have agreed to it?" she asked.

I reluctantly nodded my approval but then I countered here, "But I am guy."

"No guy could ever refuse to such a proposal."

"You mean to suggest women would object to this?" she asked with disbelief.

"I suppose so."

"Men are so naïve," she said.

"Women relish such opportunities, especially when they are without any usual associated complications."

"Are you saying that Nisha and Dolly are eager to take this to the next level?"

"I am saying much more than that," she said.

"Mansi too is eager."

"And not only that, she even helped me orchestrate yesterday's episode."

"What?"

"You are kidding?" I asked her in disbelief.

"I am not!"

"That is precisely the reason, I am talking to you."

"Are you suggesting that she wants to be Rahul's mistress?"

"I wouldn't draw such far fetch conclusions."

"But she is willing to experiment"

"And that is all a talented lover like Rahul needs."

"You are bluffing," I countered trusting that Mansi wouldn't take part in such very radical plans. Her upbringing, her conscience wouldn't allow her to participate in such extreme experimentations.

"Trust me," she said urging me.

"How do you know?" I asked.

"So, you want the entire story?" she asked.

"Yes, if you want me to believe you."

"Well, ignore me at your own peril."

"But, I guess there is no harm in sharing it with you."

"Go ahead; we have enough time," I said looking at my watch.

"Rahul has been hatching this plan ever since Mansi landed in the US."

"He had to take it very slowly in order for it to be effective."

"He roped me in the plan about 4 months back and I started talking to Mansi, getting more details about her marriage and sex life."

"Very slowly, I implanted the idea of wife swapping in her."

"Initially, her conscience didn't let her accept such sinful thoughts."

"But as time progressed, she found the idea more and more difficult to resist."

"About a month back she signed up for this plan."

"Are you saying that Rahul, Mansi, and you are all in this?" I asked.

"No."

"Rahul doesn't even know that I was cajoling Mansi into this."

"He was working with you guys."

"It was completely my idea to test the waters first and understand if there is any point in even pursuing Mansi in the first place."

"And even Mansi doesn't know that Rahul is behind this."

"So that's why you think she is willing?" I asked almost mocking her conclusions.

"Yes and then we very elaborately planned out how we would start the discussion and how we would let it escalate into a confrontation."

"This is complete bullshit," I said dismissing her folktale.

"What?"

"You don't believe me?" she said stunned with my reaction.

"Alright then tell me why Mansi wore that saree today?" she asked in anger.

"It was your first anniversary's gift and she wore it to an event such as todays?"

"What are you implying?"

"Do you know who rigged the pairing?" she asked almost suggesting that it was Mansi. Although, I though it might be Rahul who did that.

"You remember I told you that I tried to ensure that Rahul didn't get paired with Mansi."

"Yes, who did it?" I asked eagerly.

"Mansi"

"Mansi?" I asked stunned by her reply.

"She wanted to go out with Rahul," I asked surprised by her revelation.

"This morning we spoke in the laundry room, where she enquired about the pairings that I was planning to do," she said.

"I hadn't decided anything by then."

"Except that I didn't want to pair Rahul with Mansi," she clarified.

And then she narrated the talk with Mansi she had in the morning.

"With whom do you wish to be paired?" Rohini asked.

"None in particular; I am just enquiring," Mansi replied casually.

"Are you looking forward to it?" asked Rohini.

"Yes indeed. We planned it didn't we?" Mansi said excitedly.

"You still want to go ahead with it?" Rohini asked.

"Why?"

"Don't you?" Mansi asked her back.

"Well it will help me in pairing you accordingly?" Rohini clarified. "I don't understand?" Mansi asked puzzled with Rohini's question.

"Well,"

"If you are having second thoughts," she said, "then I could pair you with Vinit."

"He is too shy to do anything untowardly," she said smiling.

"So, do you want a vanilla trip to the theatre tonight," Rohini asked.

"Hmm..."

"It is so embarrassing!"

"How can I answer that," Mansi said blushing.

"Well you can choose to not answer but then you might have to watch the movie with docile Vinit," Rohini said threatening her to reveal her preferences.

“I want to have some fun."

"How much of fun do you want?" Rohini asked probing further.

"You are so mean!" said Mansi.

"Why do you ask?"

"Can't you understand?" Rohini quickly responded in a teasing tone.

"Well, one could have fun by holding hands or perhaps sharing a small kiss, perhaps a peck on the lips, in the theatre."

"Is that something you have in mind?" Rohini asked.

Mansi apparently just gave her the dreadful glare that made it clear that she wanted more.

"Okay, I get it."

"You want some real hot fun in the theatre," Rohini said.

"Is that correct?" she asked

"Yes."

"So, is it going to be Arun or Rahul," she asked.

"Hmm..."

"I can pair you with the right person and I can assure you that you would come out completely satisfied," Rohini said very confidently.

"But"

"But?" Mansi asked.

"But you need to be a willing partner at the theatre."

"Which means you also need to be dressed right for the occasion," said Rohini.

"Willing?"

"Yes, if you want to have fun you need to allow a few liberties or even encourage him to take a few liberties," Rohini clarified.

"Hmm..."

"Wouldn't that send a wrong signal?" asked Mansi.

"I am married."

"Well, so is your partner!"

"I suspect this partner would be your husband," said Mansi and the quickly asked, "Am I right?"

"You are right," Rohini answered in affirmative.

"He has the hots for you and surely wouldn't let such an opportunity slip by."

"You can be certain that you would be well used by the time you come out of the theatre."

"You are not jealous," asked Mansi.

"No, I would be happy if you enjoyed his company."

"Will I?" asked Mansi.

"I could guarantee 100% satisfaction if there was a bed around in the theatre," said Rohini. And then they both laughed.

"Is he really good in bed?" enquired Mansi but then she perhaps realized that this was a very personal question, although, Rohini didn't mind that.

"Yes he is very good and very well equipped too."

"You would find out soon," Rohini said.

"Stop kidding, how will I find out?" Mansi said coyly.

"Well you can take it in your hand to find out," teased Rohini.

"You are incorrigible."

"What would he think if I did that?"

"He wouldn't have time to think," said Rohini laughing.

"What about the dress," asked Mansi as they were about to leave the laundry room.

"Why don't you wear a saree?"

"That way you could give free access to your breasts and even roll up the saree if you decide to become really adventurous."

"You are so mean," said Mansi.

And then they walked upstairs taking the laundry.

"Now you know that Mansi is in for it," said Rohini.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND

PART3



I was really surprised that Mansi hadn't revealed any of this to me. I knew that Mansi was fairly adventurous but didn't think she would be when it came to such taboo topics as well.

"Now, once Rahul is through with her this evening, he would have her hooked."

"And she would willingly become his mistress," I said almost resigning to my fate.

"Is this is just sex?" I blurted out wondering if there could be any other kind of bonding between them.

"It is up to us to make sure that it is just sex and nothing more than that," said Rohini.

"We both are married and don't want to jeopardize our marriages," she said in a concerned tone.

"Yes, I agree,"

"How do we solve this?" I asked in a serious tone.

"There are two options in my opinion," she explained.

"Option 1, which most possibly wouldn't work is that you vote against it tomorrow."

"And the second one," I asked.

"Option 2, is that you accept your fate," she exhaled.

"Means?"

"You willingly accept that your wife would be Rahul's mistress," she elaborated. At any other time I would have really lost my temper but then this was different and I knew that Rahul was no amateur. If he had set his mind to it, he would achieve his objective. I was more concerned about the consequences of him seducing Mansi and the impact of it on our marriage.

"Why do you think the first option wouldn't work?" I asked calmly.

"Rahul is very determined."

"And you intervening would antagonize him and only fuel his determination, which could possibly mean an end to our marriages."

"I suppose I don't need to elaborate further," she said casually.

"In the second option, our marriages are intact."

"Yet, Rahul gets the privilege of having Mansi as his mistress."

By this time my head was spinning and we were out of the restaurant after finishing our dinner. We still had quite some time before we were expected at the theatre. I wondered what Mansi and Rahul were doing at this moment. I drove to the nearby mall and found an empty parking spot far away from the mall entrance. The mall was quite deserted at this time. Rohini suggested that we move to the back seat as that would be more comfortable.

"What does it mean for Mansi to be his mistress?" I asked trying to understand clearly what she or Rahul had in mind.

"Well, it just means that Mansi is sexually available for him."

"Available? But when?" I asked confused by her statement.

"All the time!"

"That's what a mistress is for. Isn't it?"

"All the time?" I said surprised by her clarification.

"I thought it would be whenever we meet over the weekends."

"You are right and it may happen that way."

"But it need not always be the case."

I was still not very clear what kind of engagement she was talking about. Sensing my puzzled state she elaborated further, "If Rahul feels like spending time with during a weekday night, he might simply drop by your place."

"And take my place in the bed?" I said out of frustration.

"If you would like to see that way!" she shot back.

"I am sure neither Rahul nor Mansi would be so blatant about it."

"You need to tactfully allow some privacy for them."

"Perhaps go early to bed that night or head out to the supermarket to buy some drinks etc."

"That way Mansi could sneak out of the bed or Rahul could do it in your bedroom when you are away."

"You get the idea?" she asked making sure that I understood.

"It is not wife swapping."

"He wants her to be his mistress!" she emphasized the difference.

"All though that doesn't rule out any kind of sexual relationship between us," she said and leaned in to give me a small kiss. I was surprised with her sudden move.

"We can have sex," she said after she broke the small kiss.

"But I am not your mistress!"

"And hence may not be available for you all the time!"

"Is this fair?" I asked.

"Life is not fair," she quickly responded.

"It is your decision -- Option 1 or 2."

"Either way I am with you," she said squeezing my hand.

"We have common interests -- saving our marriages," she added clarifying her stand.

"Mansi or someone else, it doesn't matter to me."

"To be honest, though, I would prefer Mansi to be his mistress."

"Rahul and I wouldn't have any social or medial complications."

"So you would prefer Option 2," I stated the obvious.

"Yes!"

"Although, it sounds bad, it might be a better option for you," she said. We were sitting very close to each other. She was leaning on my arm and I could feel her smallish breasts on my arm. Her face wasn't very from me either. In fact, I could even feel her breath as she talked. She definitely wasn't as beautiful as Mansi but she had an aura that attracted me towards her.

"Mansi and I have discussed about your sex life a little," she continued.

"And it seems in the past two plus years of your marriage you folks have hardly experimented."

True we rarely tried anything else than the traditional missionary position. With my frequent travel to client locations and her exams both of us were a bit tired to try anything more adventurous. We did indulge and dig oral sex. It perhaps was harbinger of things to come -- and perhaps that's why I felt that our life had become a little bit predictable.

"Once Mansi spends some time with Rahul in the bedroom, she would be an entirely different woman," she said.

"You would notice how much more passionate your sex would be."

"Moreover, you would be living your fantasy," she said.

"What fantasy?"

"Men's number one fantasy is that of having their partner sex with some one else," she elaborated.

I couldn't lie to her. Yes that was one of my favorite fantasies.

"Mansi has an incredible appetite for sex that you alone cannot quench," she continued.

"She needs someone on the side," all the time.

"Your consulting job also leaves her lonely for most of the nights during the week."

"Wouldn't you want somebody to keep her warm during those nights?"

"You and Rahul seemed to have planned this pretty well," I said.

"Yes, we have been planning this for almost a year now."

"Rahul has to visit San Francisco almost on a weekly basis for couple of days," she elaborated further.

"And you are out most of the week."

"Rahul could take your place on the days you are away."

"And sometimes on weekends, we could tactfully provide them opportunities to spend time together," she added.

"On the weekends, while we provide them an opportunity, we could ourselves get together as well," she said looking into my eyes. In the faint overhead parking light, I could clearly see that she wanted to kiss me again. This time perhaps a real kiss! I leaned forward and our lips met. She parted her lips to accept my probing tongue. It was a very slow, leisurely kiss that gradually gathered momentum. And towards the end we were devouring our mouths.

We still were fully clothed but our hands very roaming over each other. My hands moved all over her back and then very hesitantly I reached towards her stomach. I still didn't have the courage to move towards her breasts. She noticed it and grabbed my hand and moved it to her breasts. She had very smallish breasts; they were much smaller compared to Mansi's.

As we broke our kiss I managed to ask, "Are we doing anything wrong?"

"There is nothing right or wrong," she answered and added, "It is all in our mind."

Her hands had cupped my stiff erection and she was gently massaging it. She said, "I wanted you so badly all these days," as she probed my mouth with her tongue again. Her kiss got more and more passionate and she was getting rough playing with my erection. In no time, she got her hand inside my jeans and started gently kneading my balls. My jeans were unbuttoned and the zipper was open, with her hand completely inside cupping my balls.

I was playing with her breasts, although there was not much of it to play with. I got hold of her left nipple through the brassiere and started gently kneading her. As I did, she moaned into my mouth. My hands gradually moved southwards towards her crotch for the first time and I gently cupped her vagina over the flimsy Salwar she wore. She had a very slender body and I could sense the pelvic bones as I cupped vagina. I am sure she must have been much leaner as a young girl.

After massaging her crotch through the Salwar, I moved a little bit upwards and tugged at the thread holding the Salwar in place. She didn't flinch but continued the kiss and I pulled and undid the knot. She rose up for me to pull down the Salwar. As I did, she also pulled down her panties. I could hardly see anything in the dark but could feel that she was a traditional Indian woman like Mansi and didn't ever bother to trim her fanny.

I again leaned forward to kiss her and my right hand gently cupped her bare vagina now. She was already lubricating and very lightly trailed my finger over her pussy lips. She responded to me by kissing with more force. When I tried to part the lips and plow my finger in, she stopped me from doing that and gently tugged at my neck, as she broke the kiss. It took me only a moment to understand what she wanted and I kneeled down in the cramped back seat and positioned myself to lap her juices. Her vagina smelled a little bit different than Mansi's but was very pleasant. It was evident that she was quite excited with our foreplay and it was only a matter of time before she would orgasm. I too was in quite a precarious position, almost on the verge of ejaculating. So, I was glad that she wanted me to orally pleasure her first.

I didn't waste much time and homed in on her vagina. She shuddered as my tongue test her pussy lips with a few delicate strokes of my tongue. She raised her pelvis a couple of inches, almost involuntary, as my tongue spread her lips and entered her slit. Her vagina was completely lubricated and her juices entered my mouth no soon did my tongue slid inside. I had witnessed Mansi's pussy in such a state only a few times and that too very early in our marriage.

I worked her vagina very gradually as I lapped all the juices her pussy had secreted so far. She was so worked up that I didn't even have to target her clitoris. I did work on her clit couple of times but she found it painful and she pushed me down to lower part of her pussy. Her legs were wrapped over my shoulders and she had held my head very close to her pussy by clasping my hair with her fingers. After almost about 10 minutes of non stop licking she let me go. Although, I was quite certain that she must have cum a couple of times in that duration. She didn't let me penetrate with her fingers though, just requested me to use my tongue.

When she released me, I moved on top of her and kissed her again very passionately. My dangling, hard dick was almost on top of her vagina. She moved her hand and grasped my dick and started jacking it. I was waiting for her to put it in so that I could start plowing this awesome woman. I never could have imagined that sex with Rohini would be so hot. On the face of it, she looked a very plain woman to me.

When after couple of minutes of kissing, she was still not putting it in; I broke the kiss and looked at her. She understood the reason why I was staring at her and said, "I can't" she pleaded.

"We are planning for a baby," she said to my utter disappointment.

"Shucks!"

"I don't have a condom," I said.

"No need, even with that I won't let you put it in," she replied.

I looked at her in disbelief. Here was this woman who made me go down on her until she climaxed, not once but perhaps twice and now she doesn't want to return the favor.

"It is risky," she clarified.

"Besides, I can't let you have such a privilege unless you help Rahul earn such a privilege from Mansi," she said. Her hand still tightly grasping my penis with one hand while the other gently cupped my sacs.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND

PART4



"Why would Rahul need my help?" I asked.

"The entire conversation this evening was how difficult it was for me to even stop him," I complained.

"Yes that is true," she chimed.

"But if you offer to help then he would know that you don't hold any grudge," she added.

"Doesn't the idea of Rahul having your wife as a mistress excite you?" she coyly asked at the same time tightening the grip on my penis and balls. I didn't respond immediately, perhaps I was stumped by such a question from Rohini. I was lost in the thought when she again twisted my penis and brought me out of my reverie.

"Be honest," she urged.

"Well the idea is enticing," I admitted but then realizing that perhaps it was a plan of both Rahul and Rohini I asked, "Is this Rahul's plan?"

"You helping him?" she asked.

"Yes"

"No, he doesn't need your help," she said with contempt.

"You need to trust me," she said as her tone changed perhaps realizing that she shouldn't have talked to me that way.

"This would serve our mutual interests," she said.

"Rahul could have half of his cock inside me with my fingers wrapped around the other half."

"That's how big he is," she clarified.

"Then why are you having sex with me," I said mocking her.

"Do you want an honest answer?" she asked looking into my eyes.

"I really can't take that big," she said expressing her frustrations.

"You are almost right for me," she said and then added, "Although, I am not quite sure about your staying power yet."

"Why do you think Mansi can handle it?" I asked believing that a cock almost twice my size would be hard for her to take in as well. I still had my doubts that somebody like Rahul could be so well endowed. I had never heard of such big dicks on Indian men. I could have believed her if she had said he was much larger than me.

"I am pretty confident that she would love it," she said.

"I can guess sizes of women very easily based on the knowledge I have gleaned so far."

"Besides, I know that Mansi does have a thing for size," she said sizing up my response. My cock almost jerked up as I heard this.

"What knowledge?"

"Well Kama Sutra, our age old bible on sex," she said.

"I thought it was all about positions," I said not understanding what in particular she was referring to.

"Well, that is a much later part."

"First, it talks about the compatibility of men and women based on their genital sizes."

I moved to a more comfortable position and pulled up my trousers and so did she before she started explaining me further. My respect of Rohini now turned into admiration as I realized that she was really knowledgeable in various areas and knows the right knobs to push, to get a desirable response. It made me wonder if she indeed wanted Rahul to not have any affair. Her behavior suggested that she was eager to clear the path to Rahul and Mansi's affair. And that both Rahul and Mansi were very serious about making it a main stay of our lives, rather than just a passing fad. Although, I was pretty excited at the thought of Mansi sampling Rahul's cock (of course, assuming that he indeed had that big equipment), I was concerned about losing Mansi to Rahul.

"According to Kama Sutra men and women can be classified into three categories," she started elaborating.

"Although the names of the three categories are different for men and women, they correspond."

"Women are classified into Deer, Mare, or Elephant."

"Deer's are the smallest. Dolly perhaps would be a Dear," she explained.

"Mansi, Nisha, and I would mostly be classified as Mare."

"Although between us, I would say Nisha would be largest and I would be the smallest."

"And what about the men?" I eagerly asked trying to understand in which category she had slotted me. I vaguely remember having such a talk with an old friend of mine but never really dwelled on it beyond that point.

"Men are classified into Hare, Bull, or Horse," she said.

"Among the men, I feel Arun would be close to a Bull, Vinit almost a hare and Rahul certainly is a horse."

"What about me?" I asked not waiting for her to continue.

"You would be a bull too," she answered to my satisfaction. Her explanation was not very unexpected.

"Now the pairing is very clear, obviously the closer the sizes, the better the pairing."

"Nisha would really enjoy sex with Rahul, since probably she can only be happy with someone his size."

"Mansi on the other hand could be satisfied by any bull."

"However, it is only the horse that can give her heavenly pleasure."

"She is large enough to accommodate a horse but can't really accommodate unless she has a strong urge and desire to do so."

"Rahul on the other hand might find her vagina tight but then just enough to make sex pleasurable with her," she explained.

"What if she is not able to accommodate him?" I asked again not very certain she could really entertain somebody that big.

"We should have an answer tonight," she quickly replied.

"Are you interested in watching the movie?" she asked. The cell phone rang, it was Rahul. It was already 10:00pm and we were still in the parking lot, although we weren't very far from the theatre. The movie was supposed to start around 10:15pm or so?

She spoke to him and lied that we had a flat tire and Ajoy was changing the tire.

"We should be there by 10:30," she said and kept down the phone.

"So, do you want to find out the answer?" she asked.

"Yes, but how?" I asked.

"We could eavesdrop on them instead of watching the movie."

"But how?"

"We don't know where they would be in the theatre?" I asked.

"I know, I can find out."

"Does Rahul know?" I asked.

"No. He would kill me if I were up to something like this," she said.

"I am not going to share anything that happened between us with him," she assured me.

"Will we be able to see them in that dark?"

"Oh don't worry."

"If Mansi's head disappears sometime during the movie then you have your answer."

"Do you really think she would do that?" I asked her excitedly.

"I am certain," she said confidently.

"And you can be certain if she gives him a blowjob that she can accommodate him."

"But you need to promise," she said.

"What?"

"That you would encourage Mansi to pursue an affair with Rahul," she said.

"Is that required?" I asked.

"Oh, she is a married Indian woman and might feel guilty of doing this," Rohini clarified.

"During those critical moments you need to help her overcome her guilt."

"You would be amazed how much better your sex life would be!"

"You should the different tomorrow night itself," she continued.

"Now drive on," she said.

"Oh sorry about not letting you ejaculate," she said squeezing my crotch but this was required for you to enjoy the movie. Her lips parted and we shared one last kiss before I drove to the theatre.

During the drive, I couldn't contain my excitement and was certainly looking forward to a new life with Rahul and Rohini. With my consulting career, I was not able to spend much time with Mansi and Rahul could certainly fill in the void during the days I am gone. I was concerned about sharing her over the weekends, though. Weekends were the only time we really had good sex.

My consulting job required me to be away four days a week and I usually returned late night on Thursdays. So, I only had 3 nights with her as I had to catch red eye flight to fly to New York. I expressed my concern of having to share her with Rahul during the weekends.

"Oh! Don't be so possessive," she consoled.

"Let her decide, give her a free rein," she continued.

"You would reap the rewards for your generosity!"

"Although, you might have to encourage her a little bit initially in subtle ways," she said.

"Subtle?" I was a bit confused.

"Well need to ensure that their affair takes off well."

"And that Mansi doesn't harbor any guilt."

"But how do I encourage her?" I asked. I had missed an exit as I was lost in the conversation and that meant another 5-10 minutes delay.

"Oh, you are so excited," she teased, "You even missed the exit!"

"I don't understand?"

"What subtle ways should I be using?" I said asking her for further clarification?

"In the initial period," she started explaining.

"You should leave them alone as much as you can."

"Think of genuine ways you could do this without making it obvious."

"For e.g. don't come home for a weekend so that Rahul has her for the entire weekend."

"As time passes, she would become more comfortable and enjoy having sex with him."

"This would percolate into your sex life."

"The more she misses sex with you, the better your sex would be the next time."

"On weekends, when we get together, we could perhaps rent couple of movies to watch."

"And then half way through the movie you could pretend sleepiness and quit."

"I could do the same sometime down the line, so that they both can take advantage of the opportunity."

"You could have her afterwards when she returns, anyway."

"Remember that although she is your wife, she is his mistress."

"Mansi needs to understand this pretty well."

"With our persistent efforts Mansi would get this message."

"She would understand that she needs to fulfill her mistress duties before her wifely duties."

I had parked the car in a convenient location and we rushed towards the theatre. As I checked the watch it was 10:40pm already. My heart was beating very hard in anticipation of witnessing my wife for the first time with another man. It was also a testing moment for me where my wife was about to decide our fates -- whether we had any future with Rahul and Rohini. By this time I started to comprehend the relationship Rahul and Rohini wanted from us and perhaps even looked forward to it.

As we entered the Cineplex, Rohini whispered to me, "Keep a very low profile, bend down and just follow me."

"We would be sitting couple of rows behind them."

"Don't sit upright; scoop down instead so that the row in front of us would block us comfortably."

The movie had already started and as expected, she quickly found out where both of them were sitting. They were sitting on the left hand of the theatre, almost 10 rows from the screen. As per plan we were supposed to be sitting on the left hand side farthest from the screen i.e. behind Mansi and Rahul but closer to the behind wall.

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

Mansi was to his right and from our angle we could get a glimpse of her face if she turned towards him. As we settled down, we saw that both of them were sitting comfortably in their chair and didn't seem to have started their romp yet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I asked, "Would she part her lips?"

"Oh yes," she whispered in my ear, "she would swap saliva with him in the very first kiss."

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

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

Ensuring that nobody was near them, she turned towards him and offered him another kiss. I was getting a bit jittery and couldn't stand the distance from where we were watching. I urged Rohini, "Let's move forward, we can't see anything from here."

Reluctantly she tagged along me as we crawled to the next row. Now there were two rows between us and them. As we sat in the seat we note that Rahul was kissing her checks as his left hand groped her breasts, I imagined. I wondered if her brassiere was still on and asked Rohini. She looked a bit more carefully and said, "Yes she still has it on but it won't remain on for long."

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

We both were filling in the gaps with our imagination. And we were most of the time guessing it correctly. Mansi glanced around in a similar fashion again and then she grabbed her pallu and got it around her right shoulder. This was a clear indication that she was trying to hide her brassiere, more importantly so that she can unhook her brassier underneath the garb of covered pallu. She sunk in her seat as Rahul eagerly waited for her to unhook the brassiere. It seemed on her request he was not staring at her but instead turned his face towards the screen pretending to watch the movie. Within a minute she had unhooked her blouse and pulled up her brassiere providing uninhibited access to Rahul.

While she was unhooking her blouse, Rohini pulled me and said, "Watch!"

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

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

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

They were sunk in her seats and her face was turned towards him as Rahul was toying with her breasts under the pallu. I was certain that she must have been moaning as he may be trying to twirl her nipples between his fingers. Mansi's nipples were very tiny and despite my ardent effort they didn't grow that much, although her overall bust size increased significantly in past two years. I wondered if Rahul would be able to even grasp them and said so to Rohini. She responded by saying, "It is very common for young girls to have very tiny aureoles and nipples."

She added further, "She is almost a virgin," hinting at my small pecker compared to Rahul's, her hands cupping my erect penis again.

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

They were freely deep kissing as the action was getting more intense and within the next 5 minutes Rahul kneeled down in front of her. And we saw Mansi willingly raised the pallu enough to accommodate for Rahul's head and then she started breast feeding him. It was amazing to see my wife of a little over 2 years acting sluttish in a public place. Mansi continued to moan (my imagination) as Rahul tasted her breasts. I imagined him taking her tiny nipples into his mouth and nibbling on them. This continued for a while and then it ended suddenly. Rohini helped me understand what must have transpired. She said, "I guess he must have been trying to undo her Saree."

"Really?" I responded excitedly.

"She won't let him though."

"It is too risky and cumbersome to do so in such a public place."

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

"Why?"

"Do you doubt?" she asked teasing me.

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

"Watch carefully," she said.

"Rahul would let her take the lead."

"He won't even urge her for it but she would not only masturbate him but also fellate him."

My eyes were fixed on them as she whispered into my ear, "She will not be able to resist the temptation."

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

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

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

"Besides, this is the time where Mansi has to prove that she can be the ideal mistress for Rahul," she continued.

"A good mistress doesn't let her marital vows interfere with her duty to pleasure her master."

"She needs to prove that she is willing to pleasure him even in a semipublic place such as this."

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

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

I didn't return from that position until almost the movie was about to finish. Rohini came behind me and whispered in my ear, "We need to get back to our section."

"The movie may end anytime."

"Don't worry I will get the gory details from Mansi tomorrow." And that was then we returned to our section, where we were actually supposed to be. I wondered if the other couples noticed us – but it was too dark to make out even if they saw us moving back.

When we got out of the theatre, Mansi and Rahul had already left. The plan was to meet at our home to avoid any embarrassing looks just in case any of our buttons were off. I wondered if she would complete the blow job in the car. All of us reached home almost at the same time, so it was certain that they didn't really continue their romp in the car.

We joked about how good our night was and everybody chimed that they enjoyed the evening with their partners. The women looked a little bit flushed but they were upbeat and didn't hide their satisfied looks. All of us adhered to "Don't ask don't tell" policy, perhaps the best until people are able to control their jealousies.
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND

PART5




We didn't spend much time in further discussions and hit the bed immediately. Arun and Vinit had plans to leave the next day morning but Rahul was working at San Francisco office on Tuesday so he planned to leave on Tuesday evening. Rahul and Rohini were staying at our place next day.

As we hit the bed, I wondered if Rohini and Rahul really planned to conduct secret ballot tomorrow morning. Were they interested in involving other couples? After all, it was clear that Mansi was interested in bedding Rahul as well. And Mansi was the main driver behind this episode.

Not surprisingly, Rahul brought up the topic at the breakfast table next morning. Arun, Vinit, Nisha, and Dolly were all dressed up to leave immediately after the breakfast. It was already 10:00am and even Rahul had plans to visit a friend of his for most of the day returning only for dinner. All of us agreed for an anonymous vote on the topic. It was more of a survey. The survey was very trivial, it had three questions:

•Did you enjoy yesterday's evening with your partner? •Would you be interested in taking this to the next step? •If not, would you be interested in a repeat of such event (a soft form of partner swap, it clarified)?

Not surprisingly the answer to the first question was a resounding yes from each one of us. The answer to the next one was a "NO" from 6 participants. And the answer to third again was a "NO" from 6 participants.

I came to know a little later that only Rahul and I had voted "YES" for the last two questions. Even Mansi and Rohini had answered "NO." I was quite puzzled by the reaction, since Rohini had assured that the plan would be a success. Immediately after the breakfast we saw Arun, Vinit, Nisha, and Dolly off. Rahul said he had some office work and that he had to meet a colleague that day to discuss a system that was supposed to go live the following weekend.

Rahul left almost immediately after the other folks left and Mansi got busy tiding up the house. Rohini took me downstairs to have a word with me. We entered our gym and occupied the vacant sofas. Despite being a Saturday morning it was almost deserted.


"Mansi is suffering from guilty conscience," she started, "She didn't vote for it."

"So, who was the other one," I asked.

"Rahul!"

"What about you?" I asked, "Why didn't you?"

"What's the point?"

"Besides, I have a better plan," she said.

"What?"

"Well, we don't need to involve other couples in it."

"Anyway, they don't seem to be interested."

"That way, we could have more time for each other," she added.

I could only nod my approval.

"It would require some persuasion before Mansi accepts her rightful role!"

"Becoming his mistress," she clarified.

"But if she is not interested then I guess we don't have to fret over it," I managed to say, implying that it would be in our interests, anyway. It started since both of us didn't want our marriages to be ruined due to sexual passions of our spouses. Although, I said this, I was a little bit disappointed underneath.

"That is the point."

"She eventually would succumb to him!"

"But we need to guard against her having a guilty conscience."

"As that would mean that she would be torn apart between her lust for Rahul and her love for you."

"She should feel that it is okay to have such a dual existence," Rohini clarified. She understood the situation pretty well. Considering the turn of events in the theatre, it was clear that Mansi would have voted for it, if not only for her devotion to the sanctity of our marriage. She must have realized that her uncontrolled lust towards him could have seriously jeopardized our marriage.

"This is where you come in," she explained, "to help Rahul."

"You need to subtly convey that you are okay with this," she continued.

"Mansi and Rahul need to know that you desire them to mate on every possible opportunity." Her choice of words conveyed very clearly that the relationship was to be founded on sex. I was getting excited by the conversation.

"In fact, it should be clear to them, through your subtle actions that you are making way for their mating sessions," she elaborated further.

"How?" I asked.

"Consistently surrender your weekend privileges with Mansi, to ensure that they get more time together."

"Sooner or later Mansi would get the message."

"Besides you always have me to satisfy yourself," she clarified.

"It is hard to do something like that," I complained, "without being obvious."

"A trick is never a trick when you practice it everyday!"

"Make it a habit to go to bed early always; even if it means going to bed without her."

"Make love to her after she comes to the bed."

"Or the next day morning," she added.

"Let her decide when to hit your bed."

"That is if at all she wants to sleep with you for the night," she added teasing me.

"All this would take time," I complained.

"Yes, it took us a year to reach this stage."

"I am certain that by the year end she would be Rahul's mistress."

"I don't know her state of mind," I complained, "without that I can't really approach this topic."

"My instinct tells me that she would never agree to such an open swap of wives," Rohini explained.

"Even when only four of us are involved."

"She would be too embarrassed to do such a thing." "I am planning to talk to her in the afternoon."

"You can eavesdrop on our conversation," she added.

We went back upstairs after this. Mansi and I didn't really spend much time talking with each other, particularly we didn't discuss about last night events. After lunch, I retired to our study room saying that I needed a nap. I had let Rohini know that she should talk with Mansi in our master bedroom on our bed, so that through the wall I can hear what they are talking about. The walls were pretty thin and if you glued your ear to the wall, you could clearly hear what went in the other bedroom. Our single bed was on the other side of the wall, where I was pretending to be asleep.

Half an hour after I hit the bed, I heard both Mansi and Rohini move into the master bedroom. They locked the door behind them; the door to my room was locked as well.

"Now tell me," I heard Rohini say, "How did it go yesterday?"

"Oh it was good," Mansi responded coldly.

"Just good?" Rohini probed her.

"I am feeling a bit guilty now," Mansi responded, "things went out of hand."

"So, you capitalized on the opportunity after all," Rohini said.

"Yes, I did."

"Good for you!"

"I don't think the swapping idea is good," said Mansi as Rohini had predicted.

"I guessed."

"You must have voted against it."

"You didn't enjoy it?" Rohini asked more to understand the reason behind it.

"I enjoyed it."

"But it just doesn't seem proper."

"I feel as if I am cheating on Ajoy."

"Why do you think so?" asked Rohini, "I can assure you that he had his own share of fun." Looking back at the events, I realized that it was Rohini who had all the pleasure; I was left hard and dry. She compensated me by letting me use the time to watch Mansi and Rahul in action, though.

"What?"

"Did he?"

"He made a move on you?" Mansi asked excitedly.

"Your husband is so shy," she said, "I had to provide him lot of encouragement before he could enjoy himself."

"Yes, Ajoy is a sweet guy."

"He can't take advantage of anyone," said Mansi knowing me very well for more than 7 years now.

"You would notice that even I hadn't answered yes," said Rohini.

"With such a large group, it is too risky," she added.

"Oh," said Mansi surprised with her admission.

"It would be cozy if it were just the four of us," said Rohini.

"I could be more comfortable with that," replied Mansi, "but I can't muster courage to openly indulge in it."

"I know," said Rohini agreeing with her, "it is hard for us, considering our strict, moral upbringing."

"Are you tempted to, though?" asked Rohini.

"Of course," said Mansi.

"Did you find out if Rahul would be good enough for you?" Rohini asked directing the conversation to sexual aspects of last evening.

"I know what you are talking about," Mansi said sheepishly.

"So is he good enough?"

"I can't imagine how you can take such a big thing," she said in response.

"How big was it?" Rohini joked. Mansi realized that only slapped her thigh, I guessed.

"I find it hard and it is very painful too," Rohini responded seriously.

"What about you?" asked Rohini, "Do you think you can handle it?"

"Of course," Mansi said very confidently.

"But I don't want to jeopardize my marriage," added Mansi thoughtfully.

"What if you were confident that this would not jeopardize your marriage?" asked Rohini probing her further.

"In that case it should be fine, I guess," Mansi responded calmly.

"It would be just fine?" Rohini implored.

"I would have to admit," Mansi started opening up, "that it would be very pleasurable for me."

"I am pretty confident that it would be pleasurable for Rahul, as well," Rohini said.

"But how pleasure would it be?" Rohini continued the thread.

"Very much," was Mansi's short response. Rohini didn't say anything and I guessed she was looking into her eyes to get a detailed report. Mansi embarrassed with her look asked, "What?'

"Well would it be more pleasurable than your sex with Ajoy?" Rohini spelled it out for her. Mansi didn't respond for a moment but the mustering some courage she said, "You know the answer."

"It is not as if you don't know it."

"Well, I know it. But I needed to hear it from you," Rohini explained.

"I guess so," Mansi replied reluctantly.

"Guess what?" Rohini said as her patience was getting tested.

"That sex with Rahul would be far more pleasurable than sex with Ajoy," Mansi finally admitted.

"Would you opt for sex with Rahul, if you had a choice?" Rohini asked trying to get detailed information about Mansi's mental state.

"What?"

"You heard me!"

"Don't be shy, be honest."

"I know you can be much more explicit," Rohini encouraged her.

"If I had a choice, Rahul's hot cock would always be parked inside me," she said acceding to Rohini's request of being more vulgar and explicit.

"Continuously spewing his baby making sperm inside you," Rohini continued the vulgarity. I understood that Rohini was teasing me and proving that Mansi could be quickly seduced by Rahul, if not for her moral upbringing.

"Oh yes!" Mansi said excitedly almost moaning with pleasure.

"He would be almost inside my cervix," Mansi said.

"All the time," Rohini added.

"You would be pregnant in no time," Rohini said.

"If not for the pill," Mansi clarified.

The conversation sobered after this, fortunately for me as I was really feeling very humiliated. They both had burst into laughter after their exchange of vulgar dialogues.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND

PART6


"I can't say that I prefer sex with Rahul," Rohini said in a serious tone.

"Rahul's size is affecting our sex life," Rohini lamented.

"Sex with him hurts a lot."

"I thought such a tool is designed to pleasure you," Mansi reasoned.

"Maybe for a woman like you," Rohini countered, "I would be happy with a normal human being."

"Tough luck!" said Mansi mocking her.

"That's the reason why we thought of wife swapping," Rohini continued.

"At least that way, Rahul could get all the pleasure he deserves."

"Hmm... So, you were looking for a surrogate wife for him," Mansi blurted out.

"And what about you? You don't deserve any pleasure?"

"Rahul's sex drive is much stronger."

"I am happy having sex twice a week."

"How does Ajoy feel about this?" asked Rohini.

"I don't know."

"I was hoping that you would fill in the surrogate wife's role," Rohini said after mustering some courage, I guessed. There was a moment of silence.

"I don't know what to say," is all Mansi said.

"Even if Ajoy agrees to the swap, I can't bring myself to commit such a shameful act openly."

"Means?"

"I can't do it openly where Ajoy knows that I am doing with Rahul openly while he is doing it with you."

"Precisely my point, I don't want it that way either."

"As I said, I am pretty happy with twice a week sex."

"So, it is Rahul whom I am concerned about."

"Ajoy is out most of the week and you have admitted that you feel lonely those nights."

"What if we arrange for you to be with Rahul those nights?"

"Behind Ajoy's back?"

"No."

"We could agree for an open relationship instead of swapping partners."

"I can't get involved in something like this," she complained.

"I don't understand the issue," Rohini said slightly raising her voice.

"Is it that you are not sure if Rahul can satisfy you?" Rohini emphasized again this point – although, Mansi had admitted that it would be a lot better.

"Or is that you are concerned Ajoy won't approve of this?"

"With that kind of equipment even a few strokes would put me in heaven," said Mansi elaborating this time about her feelings for sex with Rahul.

"Are you concerned about the frequency then?"

"Rahul staying 3 nights with you here?"

"I have to be honest and admit that I have a drive strong enough to keep Rahul happy and content," Mansi countered.

"But, I can't be Ajoy's wife and have sex with Rahul on a regular basis."

"It is shameful!"

"It is as if I am letting Ajoy down."

"Well, I understand your concern," Rohini said, "But I would suggest that you keep an open mind."

"Don't be too concerned about right or wrong."

And that's how the conversation ended. To a very large extent I was very happy that Mansi was not a slut after all. She indeed cared about me and turned down such an enticing proposal. It was clear, though, that Mansi like the idea but didn't have the courage to turn it into reality. I didn't have much doubt now that Mansi would be able enjoy her sex life if she indeed became his Mistress. At least she could have heavenly sex three nights of the week, I thought.

Rahul and Rohini changed their plans and left that evening. Mansi and I had an early dinner and we decided to hit the bed early to relax a little bit. I broached up the topic of the morning voting and asked her what her responses were.

"YES, NO, and NO," she said.

"What were yours?"

I lied to her, "YES, NO, and YES"

"You don't mind such sessions in future?" she asked puzzled by my answer.

"Yes it was fun."

"Wasn't it fun for you?"

"Yes it was and I did answer that way," she clarified.

"But it is so scandalous," she finally confessed.

"Yes, with 4 couples it is scandalous," I said.

"If it had been only with Rohini and Rahul, we could have been more adventurous," I added steering her towards wife swapping with them.

"So, with them you could have answered YES to the second question as well?" she asked surprised.

"It would be fun, wouldn't it?" I asked.

"Aren't you jealous?"

"If it had been a YES what kind of any arrangement did you have in mind?" she asked. This was the moment where I could drop a hint that I was not averse to Rohini's idea of Mansi being a surrogate wife to Rahul. However, I needed to tread cautiously and not lead her to think that we were planning this. By now, I was sold on the idea of Mansi being Rahul's mistress. I believed it was perhaps the best thing that would happen to us in the US. I still had to see if her first meeting with Rahul fired her libido.

"What do you mean?" I asked feigning ignorance.

"What would be the next step?" she asked.

"I didn't think much about it."

"I just thought this would bring us even closer," I clarified.

"Anyway, we spend most of the weekends together."

"With me away most of the week – they could be here to give you company," I elaborated.

"Rahul works from San Francisco couple of days in a week, anyway," I added.

Mansi was lost in thought, perhaps contemplating on her discussion with Rohini.

"I felt we could be comfortable being intimate with them, without worrying about the social consequences."

I nudged her to respond to my comments. She broke out of the reverie.

"Yes, logically it makes sense."

"But, I am not sure if it would work out," she said in a concerned tone.

"Why?" I probed further.

"Hmm..."

"Just that you are away most of the week," she said and then her words trailed but then she added, "It wouldn't be even."

"Even?"

"I don't know how to put it," Mansi complained.

"I mean with your consulting job, you may not get enough turns with Rohini," she elaborated finally.

"Oh!"

"I never thought about it in those terms," I explained.

"It is not as if you would be sleeping with Rahul all along while I am gone."

"Not that I would object to it or count number of your turns," I added in the passing, implying that I didn't mind even if they spend 3 nights a week in our marital bed. I was happy that the conversation was heading in the perfect direction and I was dispelling our doubts about the consequences of such a relationship.

"We are in it for fun."

"As long as the fun lasts, we will be involved."

"Who has how many turns is not really a matter that we should concern ourselves with."

"I understand," she said.

"But this is a major step in our life," she added, "I don't want to take it very lightly."

"Yes, we should contemplate about the consequences very carefully."

"Do you think they would like it?" she asked me. Mansi did know that they were interested in this arrangement. But it seemed Rohini made it clear that Rahul wasn't in particularly looking for Mansi to play the role of his surrogate wife.

"I guess so; there were only two positive votes," I quickly voted suggesting that the other couples might not have been interested.

"May be we should move to Emeryville next month instead of Foster City," she said.

"That way, we would be closer to them."

"It is just of highway 80 and I too could travel to the city very easily for my job."

Mansi had got a job offer in an architecture firm in the city and we had been contemplating of moving to Foster City, so it would be closer to the city. My frequent travels also would benefit from this move. But then Emeryville wasn't a bad idea either. I could fly from either Oakland or SF airport. Moreover, Rahul and Rohini were about to buy a house in Davis. It would only be an hour long drive from our place to theirs during non peak hours.

I was pretty happy that it was Mansi, who was made this suggestion. I remembered that for Mansi to be a very good mistress, she herself has to take a few steps. One could only help and guide them but she has to tread that path.

"Yes, that would be a good idea."

"I don't want us to get explicitly involved in such a relationship," I clarified.

"Let it develop," I said.

"Yes, that way we are not stuck in such a relationship," she said.

"I think, such explicit relationships become phony and lack the excitement," I explained.

"Besides, it is so shameful to do it so openly," she added smiling.

"Yes, it is too embarrassing to discuss the details either," I corroborated.

"Let us go with the flow," I said, "But let us not hurry into this."

"Yes if it happens, it happens."

"I wouldn't want to do anything specific to make it happen," she said.

"I hope you don't expect us to share details," Mansi expressed her concerns, "if something happens."

"Not unless you want to," I replied conveying that it was not so important for me that we talk about our escapades in great detail. It was clear to me that she was very concerned about this aspect and didn't want it to be very open.

"It is for fun," I added, "Indulge in it if you get the right opportunity."

"I am confident that they wouldn't mind such an arrangement," I clarified.

We arrived at an amicable conclusion that night. Although, I was pretty sure that nothing much would happen for some time. I felt it was important how I viewed such a relationship. It chimed well with Rohini's proposal.

Our sex that night was terrific as we fucked for almost 2 hours. Mansi very consciously ensure that I didn't orgasm before she was completely satisfied. We again indulged in it the next day morning. I decided to take a day off to enjoy my beautiful wife. Our frequency increased significantly in the following weeks and even our sessions became much longer.

True to Rohini's assurances, our sex life had improved significantly just by having one session with Rahul. I wondered how much better it would be once Mansi accepts to be his mistress.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND

PART7

Our sex life had improved significantly in the next few weeks, not that it was bad earlier. Given that we were enjoying our married sex life much better now, I was not sure if it would be good idea to pursue the swapping (or rather the mistress) idea.

Mansi was settling in nicely with her new job. Her new job was quite demanding and she being a hard worker took it in her stride. Moreover, my consulting job kept me away for 4 days, keeping her fully occupied with her new job. Our move to Emeryville happened middle of June and we started liking the place. Rohini and Rahul kept away from us for some time, primarily to give Mansi more time to contemplate the affair. They even planned a separate trip for the July 4th weekend.

Rohini and I were constantly in touch and discussed the 'mistress' idea mainly. Although, my mind didn't quite agree with the idea, my heart was sold on it. I even started fantasizing of Rahul having sex with Mansi while we had sex. Every time we talked, Rohini urged me to bring up the topic of swap, to ensure that the topic remained on top of Mansi's head.

Rohini's strategy was working, as one day Mansi confessed that she found the idea very appealing but was not comfortable in taking the next step. Although, this was not new to me, it was the first time Mansi confessed this to me. I never pressurized her but let her know, in no uncertain terms, that I was not averse to the idea. I urged her to pursue it, if she desired, without worrying bout seeking my consent.

However, the progress was very slow and I was not sure if Mansi would bite the bullet. It had been more than three months since the theatre incident and nothing had happened after that. Rahul and Rohini visited us a handful of times but every time it was a friendly get-together. I, however, managed to savor a few intimate moments with Rohini. It was mostly at their place, while Rahul and Mansi were out enjoying their morning trail ride.

Mansi and Rahul loved riding and decided to rejuvenate their hobby for riding. Rohini and I tagged along on couple of occasions. I tried my hands at riding but very soon realized that riding was not for me. Rohini was pregnant and hence she couldn't ride so I usually stayed back behind with her. It was partly Rohini's idea that I didn't tag along and give them some privacy. So, soon they realized that decided to go by themselves on those mornings. I still remember how I managed to taste Rohini for the first time in their bed.

That morning Rahul & Mansi left very early, around 5:30 and were not supposed to return until about 9:00am or so.

I woke up at 6:30, freshened and headed towards the kitchen to fetch a glass of water. Rohini was already up and making tea for us. Already in her fifth month pregnancy, her tummy was showing quite some. I gently hugged her from behind and planted a kiss on her neck.

"Good morning," she said leaning into me and turning her face towards me.

I learned forward and kissed her lips, returning her gesture, and wished her, "Good morning!" My hands sneaked inside her top and gently kneaded her tummy. Her skin felt so smooth and even -- her tummy too had grown quite big despite her lean build. She, however, didn't put on weight in any undesirable areas. Her ass, though, had increased in size and widened a bit. I wondered if Rahul was screwing her ass, now that she was growing too big to indulge in vaginal sex. She let me fondle her as she carried on with her chores. Although, she realized that I wanted to do more than just knead her tummy. Having finished her chores, she turned around to face me and said, "Do you think anything would happen today?" she asked.

"Not unless, you desire so," I said -- my lips inching closer to hers. Her eyes closed and her lips parted to accommodate my invading tongue. It was a leisurely, yet passionate kiss that lasted for a few minutes. My hands roamed over her body initially and then my left hand rested on her right breast while I squeezed her fleshy butt with my right hand. Rohini didn't hesitate either in gripping my manhood under my pajamas. It was erect and ready to go, despite my last night (long) session with Mansi. Her kiss became forceful as she got hold of my erect dick underneath my pajamas. She had it wrapped in her fingers and still the head was peaking out. I am not so small after all, I thought to myself.

She broke the kiss and wiped her lips on my shirt. I had slobbered all over her mouth in the heat of the moment, most of which she had already gulped down.

"I am not talking about us," she said. Understanding that she was talking about something between Mansi and Rahul I responded, "I don't hope much."

"But you do wish, don't you?" she said tightening her grip on my manhood. I responded to her by leaning into her for another kiss. We moved to their bedroom after this. I helped her with the top and unhooked her bra in no time. This was the first time I saw her naked breasts. Her bust size had definitely increased but was still considerably lower than Mansi's bust size. I worked on each one of them for some time until her nipples were very erect and distended. Her nipples were much larger in comparison to her breast size -- one could easily slide a couple of small rings on her nipples. I wondered, if Rahul would transform Mansi's breast in a similar way.

She shed rest of her clothes and spread herself inviting me to eat her. Her dark lips were swollen and seemed much bigger now. I leaned between her legs and kissed her tummy just around the navel. Unlike Mansi, Rohini had a wheatish complexion -- a slightly darker shade of fair complexion. Mansi was extremely fair and had pinkish lips that drove me crazy every time we made love. The contrast definitely excited me.

I licked and sucked her for almost half an hour, until my jaw ached. After she was completely spent, I lay near her legs cleaning up the mess of liquids we had created. The bed sheet was soaking wet right below her ass.

"Don't worry," she said, "I will change the bed sheet after we are done."

"You are the best pussy licker," she exhaled catching her breath.

"Really?" saying that I moved up and lied next to her. Her eyes had a glazed look as she continued starring at the ceiling.

"Although, you are only the second person I am having sex with," she said, "I can say this confidently."

"What about Rahul?" I enquired.

"He is not good at it," she replied calmly.

"He doesn't need to!"

"He can make a woman orgasm by just penetrating her," she clarified.

"That is why you need to practice more of pussy licking," she said holding my erect penis in her hand.

"That way Mansi can have best of both the worlds!"

I turned towards her and kissed corners of her lips as she explained my future role to me. I never took her talk very seriously; I felt she was only trying to ensure that I don't intervene in Rahul's and Mansi's affairs. She turned towards me and let me kiss her while she jacked my penis.

I motioned to move on top of her during the kiss, although her tummy didn't allow me to completely lie down on her. Realizing that I had moved to penetrate her, she broke the kiss and said, "You realize that you haven't earned that privilege yet."

"Come on Rohini," I urged her, "don't be so mean!"

"When will I earn that privilege," I complained.

"As soon as Mansi lets Rahul mount her," she replied, her language full of sexual innuendo.

"Why don't you fellate me then," I pleaded.

"I can't," she responded, "till Mansi becomes Rahul's mistress."

"But then Mansi did fellate him," I reasoned.

"That because Mansi is willing to become his mistress!"

Her hand continued to gently jack me while we were exchanging words.

"You should be very happy that I let you kiss my lips," she said coyly. I understood that she meant both of her lips. It was amazing how much I enjoyed kissing her lips -- both of them. Her breath and taste of her pussy excited me tremendously. In fact, the first time I went down on her, I thought I might just ejaculate without even touching my penis.

I was gradually pumping as she held my manhood in her hands very close to her vagina.

"I can't wait to feel this inside me," she said as I continued my thrusts. I hoped I could get a feel for her tight pussy before she delivers a baby. Rahul might have already dilated her pussy and birth of baby would perhaps make it impossible for her to feel me after her delivery.

"But you are not doing anything to make this possible," she complained.

"What?" I asked puzzled by her complaint. My thrusting slowed down in response to it as well.

"What is your weekly frequency with Mansi?" she asked.

"I don't know," I said thinking for a second and then responded, "may be 6 or 7 times a week."

"You spend only 3 nights with her and yet so much sex?" she asked.

"We do it twice a day," I responded slowly see-sawing my penis through her fist.

"And how long does each session last?" she asked.

"Hmm... around 45 minutes to an hour," I said.

"Impossible!"

"You can't maintain this frequency and hope that Mansi succumbs to Rahul's advances," she reprimanded. I understood her point now.

"What do you recommend?" I asked encouraging her, perhaps just to please her. In my mind it was clear that if Mansi liked Rahul then she would have sex with him sooner or later. My having more sex with her didn't really matter. I knew that her sex drive was much stronger, so she could easily accommodate two studs, if required.

"Firstly, reduce the frequency to 3 or 4 per week," she said.

"Secondly, make a few sessions quickies."

Although, I was no match to Rahul (as per Rohini's explanation) in the sex department, I wasn't very bad either. I had a decent sized dick that had kept Mansi content and happy until that episode with Rahul. We also had pretty good sex regularly that lasted for some time. Even when I penetrated her, I never came within a few strokes, except on couple of occasions. Whatever she recommended was very hard for me to practice.

I needed sex and I, perhaps, had a secret desire to watch Mansi making out with a stud like Rahul. But both these needs were not mutually exclusive.

I bent down to kiss Rohini again, just to divert her attention from the topic. While doing so, my dick made contact with her pussy. Rohini was getting excited again with all this talk as her pelvis inched upwards to match each of my thrust. Her hand was still holding my erect penis very tightly but she the tip of my penis touch her pussy every now and then.

Our kisses were becoming more and more passionate now and I quickly seized the opportunity and tried to put more pressure on her hands. Now with each thrust my penis would touch her pussy lips and entered her pussy a little. I was hoping Rohini didn't create fuss over this and soon let me penetrate her. To my great surprise, she moved her other hand to my prick; I thought to guard against any unwarranted penetration. But she spread her lips and guided my dick into her. With one mighty stroke I was completely inside her, I did so without even thinking about her pregnant condition. She also didn’t care about it either and grunted as I completely sunk my penis in her vagina.
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