[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND


PART8



Her pussy was definitely a little bit more dilated than that of Mansi's. But I was certain she could feel me. Our mouths still glued exchanging massive amount of saliva as I started slobbering again. I had this unusual habit that sometimes annoyed Mansi. But Rohini gulped as much as she could and continued kissing me back. Her warm pussy was heavenly and I experienced the thrill that I had while having sex with Mansi for the first time.

Within 3 minutes, I quickened the pace and came inside her. I lifted myself up a little and supported myself on my hands, my prick still embedded in her.

"You owe me," she said, "looking down at my pecker."

"Just let me know when and how to repay," I said between my labored breath.

"You promise?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Okay, then I can do one more favor," she said as she asked me to get up and lie down on my back. As I lay down on my back, she got up and kneeled between my legs and inspected my messy prick. It was still inflated and coated with my slimy cum.

"You are not that bad after all," she said hinting at my ability to fuck. She picked up my still inflated cock between her fingers and bent down to kiss it. I was stunned by her reaction as my prick was still messy and couldn't imagine even Mansi doing that.

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

She urged me to move my legs a little bit, which I did. That gave her much better access to my genitals and anus that she was had been massaging all along. My penis was fully erect now due to her expert work. She suddenly stopped and squeezed my dick with her left hand that was busy playing with my anus and then moved her hand to my anus again transferring the wetness to that area. I understood that she would probably insert a finger inside. I winced in (pleasurable) pain as her middle finger entered my anus.

She kept it completely embedded inside for a few moments before she decided to start the see-sawing motion. I was in a very excited stated and any other time would have perhaps ejaculated. This time, however, I was able to prolong this state due to my recent ejaculation.

After about 15 minutes of non stop sucking and fucking (with her finger), she came up to me and kissed me.

"That was amazing!" I said.

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

"Well, I am not sure if she will do it for you,"

"But she will certainly do it for Rahul," she said.

I moved to fuck her again and urged her to move on all her fours. She co-operated and let me mount her from behind. I pumped her pussy for over 10 minutes and still was not close to climaxing. Rohini was getting tired in that position and she urged to switch back to missionary style.

"How much more time?" she asked me. Mansi rarely asked such a question but there were occasions when she asked this. It usually meant that the woman was satisfied and it was okay to cum any time. On a good day, I could enjoy 15-20 minutes of penetration without ejaculating. But then I used delay tactics by stopping my humping and concentrating on working Mansi's tits and perhaps even going down on her once in a while.

"Don't know," I said.

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

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

"With Rahul, she will," emphasized Rohini.

"Would you mind if Mansi rimmed Rahul's asshole?" Rohini asked further.

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

"Yes."

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

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

"A good mistress knows how to pleasure her master," she continued.

"She would never do that," I reiterated.

"Well, why don't you have a bet with me then," she lured me.

"You can win a sexual favor from me, if you win," she said.

"Otherwise, I win a sexual favor from you!"

"What kind of favor?"

"Oh don't worry," she assured, "It is just a perverted sexual favor."

"Done," I said knowing very confidently that Mansi would never indulge in such perverted acts. We never even spoke of such activities and hence believed Mansi would never participate in such acts.

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

"Sort of?"

"How long?"

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

"Well, I want you to cum in my mouth," she said. Surprised by her request, I pulled out and moved towards her face. It was a cumbersome position, so she asked me to stand next to the bed facing her, while she turned on her side and took my throbbing prick in her mouth.

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

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

Exhausted by our session, we both lied down on our bed in each other's arms. I was not sure if the comments she was making about Rahul enjoying her women to swallow and perform analingus were true and I decided to broach the topic now that there wasn't any sexual energy left in us.

She responded, "Yes it is true."

"Rahul loves it."

"If Mansi cannot do this for Rahul, then she cannot be his true Mistress," she clarified.

"I don't think Mansi enjoys these things," I said.

"She will learn to," Rohini reasoned.

"Once she is pleasured by his dick."

"She will do anything for him," explained Rohini.

"Is he that good?" I asked curiously.

"He is much better than even you," Rohini said emphasizing that my performance wasn't bad.

"Rahul could hump a woman in all positions for 35-40 minutes without showing any sign of cumming," she elaborated.

"Moreover, his prick size gives immense pleasure to many women."

"I am quite certain that Mansi would not only accommodate but also crave for his cock."

"I am sure it would excite you if she reserved some special privileges to Rahul only," Rohini said while smiling at me.

"Wouldn't it?"

"Yes it would."

"A little," I honestly admitted.

"Don't let it upset you, though."

"Women instinctively let their preferred lovers take a few unwarranted privileges," she elaborated.

"It is there way of letting their preferred lovers know that they are the preferred ones."

"Are Rahul and Mansi comfortable with each others company," I asked changing the topic.

"More than comfortable," she said and added further, "There talk is full of sexual innuendos," clarifying what she meant.

"Are they talking about sex?" I eagerly asked.

"Well, Rahul is just testing the waters and Mansi is responding favorably," said Rohini.
She is just waiting for a* reason* to spread her legs to rahul.
"It is only a matter of time before Rahul mounts Mansi."
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND

PART9



Rohini didn't elaborate further on that topic; instead promised me to divulge the details at an appropriate time. Nothing much happened for quite some time and I was losing hope. Sometimes, I thought, It was in my best interest if nothing happened. Rohini, on the other hand, was very optimistic. She even conned me into a bet that Mansi would accept Rahul as her new master before the end of this year.

The wager, as usual, was that the looser would return a sexual favor to the winner. I already owed two such sexual favors to Rohini and didn't mind one more. Either way, it only meant more fun for me with her.

Things took an unusual turn when all of a sudden I lost my job. This was the onset of the infamous dot com bust. Contractors were usually the first ones to get affected and among several others, I was relieved from the client company I was working for. My fears turned into reality when my employer stopped paying me and kept me on the payroll only due to impending green card.

Most people get affected by such an incident and I was no exception. My self esteem took a serious hit as I was not able to clear many interviews and later on I didn't even receive any interview calls. After about two months of agony, I realized that it was the market. None of the employers wanted to file for an H1B, finding it hard to justify when there were layoffs in the company. My friends and wife helped me cheer up during this depressing phase of my life.

With me at home, our sex blossomed and we were engaging in prolonged foreplays and very long showers together. We were doing it twice daily; with me pleasuring Mansi every morning with my mouth and then penetrating her for the second time. Almost on a regular basis, our sex culminated in the shower cubicle. Despite having so much sex, the visions of Rahul mating with Mansi never left me.

Mansi too opened up to the idea of swapping partners as the days passed. We had been having incredible sex in past couple of months, which helped shed her inhibitions. We still hadn't engaged in anything kinky but oral sex and minor variations in positions were never ruled out.

We discussed the idea while having sex and Mansi always responded favorably but had concerns about its impact on our relationship.

I was getting very close to winning the bet since it was already December and still there were no signs of change in Mansi. However, to my utter surprise, Mansi brought up this topic sometime in early December. It was me who usually initiated the discussion but this time it was her.

"Does the swapping idea still appeal to you?" she asked.

"You mean the survey we did in May?" I asked knowing very well that she meant swapping only between the four of us.

"No," she replied in irritated tone and clarified, "I mean swapping with Rahul and Rohini."

"Yes it does," I replied.

"Would it be fun?" Mansi asked probing further.

"Yes, it would,"

"Rohini is fairly attractive," I replied promptly.

"But Rahul would be more privileged," I said hinting that Mansi was far more beautiful than Rohini. She could only blush in response.

It was my turn and I asked her, "Does the idea still appeal to you?"

"Yes it does," she answered without hesitating.

"But I am worried about the implications," she added. Not wanting to end the conversation the usual way, I probed further by asking, "What implications?"

"Rohini confided in me that Rahul is frustrated with her inability to satisfy him sexually," she started a bit hesitantly.

"That's why they were exploring the idea of swapping partners," she elaborated.

"Why?" I asked. Gauging that she hadn't understood what I was saying, I rephrased the question, "Why is she not able to satisfy him?"

"Well," she started a bit hesitantly again, "Rohini says she is not able to accommodate his size." She giggled a little as she completed the sentence.

"Really?" I eagerly asked feigning ignorance, "Is he that big?"

"I don't know," Mansi responded casually, feigning ignorance. She was lying though.

"Rohini insists that he is very well endowed," Mansi clarified.

"Why do you think you could accommodate him then?" I asked teasing her.

"I don't know," she again replied hesitantly caught off guard by my question.

"I am not as fragile as Rohini, I guess," she said justifying her belief that she would be able to accommodate him.

I acceded to her justification since I knew that unlike Rohini, Mansi would derive tremendous pleasure accommodating Rahul.

"Then what is the problem?" I asked alluding to the issue she had been highlighting.

"Well," she started, "If we were to swap with them."

"Rahul's sexual frustrations would result in a lot more sessions with me."

"And Rohini's relative lack of interest in sex would mean you wouldn't have all that fun."

"I thought a swap meant that we would swap partners at the same time," I said clarifying that Rahul and I would have equal number of turns with Mansi and Rohini respectively. So, the question of inequality didn't arise.

"I wouldn't want to imagine a swap that way," Mansi sternly responded.

"It is too phony and embarrassing," she added.

"I would like it as an open relationship," she elaborated. I could see that the seeds planted by Rohini had taken roots finally. Although, I too aspired for such a relationship with them, albeit a little passively, I was a little nervous, now that things seemed to head in that direction.

"Are you suggesting that there be no limitations?" I asked nervously.

"Sort of," she responded, "As long as the decorum of our relationships is maintained."

"With such an arrangement," I said clarifying her concerns, "you are worried that Rahul might have an unfair share of you."

"Yes!"

"Given that Rohini is in the last month of her pregnancy you can't expect to have sex with her for a good 2-3 months," she elaborated. I laughed at that thought - I had already enjoyed her on a few occasions.

"It can't be considered unfair given Rahul's situation, though," added Mansi.

"Rahul hasn't had much sex in the past 2 months."

"So you feel sorry for him," I asked.

"Yes," she replied calmly.

"Are you going to help him by becoming his surrogate wife?" I heard myself blurting out. I couldn't believe that I said this and neither could she. We both were however toying with this idea and there wasn't much point in referring to it in round about ways. Rohini surely might have discussed this idea with Mansi again and perhaps this time Mansi might have latched onto it.

I wasn't quite sure if I wanted her to reply in affirmative either -- since I was always in two minds about this aspect. I would love the idea when my testosterone levels were high but then regret the idea after the excitement subsides.

"I am contemplating," was Mansi's response to my surprise. I could see that she was surprised with my question but she didn't hesitate from taking it head on. It was very clear that we indeed were talking about her becoming his mistress rather than just swapping partners. It was becoming evident that she liked this idea but was concerned about its affect on our relationship.

"But I am concerned about its effect on our relationship," she thoughtfully added.

"Why do you say that?" I asked.

"Wouldn't it make you jealous," she asked seriously.

"Not if you don't let me know," I responded teasingly. "Be serious," she said elbowing me.

"Well, I wouldn't mind if Rohini reciprocated the favor when you become pregnant," I chided. I very smartly assumed that she meant to become his surrogate wife only for the short period until Rohini recovers from her pregnancy; while it was clear that she meant for this to be on an ongoing basis.

"Stop kidding," she said, "Rohini can't return such a favor," she clarified.

"Her sex drive is too low to satisfy both Rahul and you."

"Besides, I am pretty confident that I can satisfy both Rahul and you even in the 8th month of my pregnancy," she retorted; her face exuding confidence.

"Is this going to be a one way street?"

"Where Rahul would have full access to you and I won't have any access to Rohini?" I asked irked by what Mansi was suggesting. Not that I wasn't aware what the main intention was but I was getting upset that Mansi was not only suggesting but also implying that this was perhaps right and not unfair to me.

"That is the main concern I have," Mansi said.

"But this is how it might pan out."

"Are you okay with this idea," I asked.

"I am not and that is why we are talking about," she replied.

"Well, if I were okay with it would you have any objection to it?" I asked reframing the question.

"Hmm..." she thought for a moment and responded, "Not really!"

"All it means is a lot more sex for me," she justified behind a nervous laugh.

"But I would be concerned if it affected our relationship in a negative way," she added.

"Till date I have shunned away from this idea," she said assuring me that our relationship was her topmost priority.

"I broached up this topic again knowing that you were not averse to this idea," she said.

"After all you had admitted this!"

"Yes I did," I responded.

"But I would prefer a swap instead of an open relationship," I said in a concerned tone. All along I was not averse to this idea but now knowing that Mansi was in favor of the idea, I was getting jittery about taking this to the next step.

"How could you?"

"It is so embarrassing," she said.

"Even if we don't share the gory details, we are still aware that we had sex with each others partners."

"It is embarrassing to face you the next day morning that way!"

"In an open relationship although we are aware that our partners can have sex with other's partners, we never know for sure when they did it."

"We may not even know it happened last night!"

"I understand your point," I said.

"But I am not happy about not having access to Rohini."

"Well, an open relationship means you have access to Rohini." She immediately responded.

"However, her sex drive is not strong enough," she added. I didn't believe Mansi -- since I knew that Rohini had a fairly good sex drive, only that she had a little discomfort in accommodating Rahul.

"Why do you think Rahul would have more access to you?" I asked.

"Since we can do it only when we meet each other," I justified.

"In an open relationship, sex is consummated as and when opportunities arise," reasoned Mansi.

"With Rahul in SF almost every week he has a lot more opportunities to mate with me," she added.

"Besides you are away half of the week anyway," she said.

It was panning out exactly as Rohini had intended. I still remember the conversation she had with Mansi in May when we did the survey. Mansi too wanted to use her solitude in mating with Rahul. Moreover, Rohini managed to convince Mansi of the mistress idea; where we were entering the relationship with a clear idea that Rahul certainly has a lot more access to Mansi.

"You can't expect me to remain celibate on those days," she added sternly.

"If Rahul turns up one of these nights, I will have no choice but to spend the night with him," she clarified.

"If you can't handle this then we shouldn't pursue this," she said in a dejected tone. Mansi had made amply clear that she would not shun away from such copulation's once we enter the relationship. It made sense if the understanding was clear from the beginning that it was an open relationship and sex was admissible if both the parties agreed.

"Good that we are discussing these things," I said looking at the positive side.

"Yes, it helps to have a clear understanding before taking such a step," she said endorsing my view.

"I don't mind entering this relationship," she said, "but you need to make up your mind."

"If it jeopardizes our relationship then we better forget about it," she said.

It was very clear that Mansi had already made up her mind and it was up to me to either encourage her or dissuade her from taking the next step.

"We should perhaps think a little bit more," I said. I was not quite sure that I wanted to go through it now that Mansi was too eager. On the other hand I didn't want her to give an idea that I was too eager to take this route. After all, it would be hard to imagine why any husband would want such a relationship. The topic was put to rest that night and we didn't visit it until the fateful night just before the New Year eve. Quite a few things had transpired and it seemed that Rohini would definitely win the bet.

Luck was on Rohini's side - even the circumstances helped her. It was Rohini and Rahul's idea that we move to their place to save on the rent. With our savings depleting very fast and no prospect of finding a job in the near horizon, it was a sensible advice.

Mansi's education had consumed most of our savings and it was time we started to think about avenues to save money. Mansi's salary was hardly enough to cover our living expenses.

Mansi quickly confirmed that her employer allowed to work from home for couple of days a week. Given that Rahul spent on an average 2 or 3 days in the city on a weekly basis, it wasn't a bad idea for Mansi to tag along and share the hotel room that Rahul's company usually booked for him. It was intimidating to leave Mansi alone with Rahul for few days a week but then it was clear that we might have to return back to India if I didn't find a job in a few months.

Rohini urged me to consider this very seriously as it saved money and also allowed to fulfill my *wild* fantasies. Her arguments were based on our recent spike in sex life due to that one session Mansi had with Rahul.

Mansi and I debated about this solution and agreed that moving to their place was in our best interests. We decided to move out of Rahul's place as soon as I found a job and our finances were back on track.
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND

PART10



Rahul and Rohini's house wasn't very big but it had enough space for us. The millennium year eve was fast approaching and we had started our packing. We scheduled the move on the January 2nd of the New Year. Neither of us, however, wanted to sacrifice the New Year celebrations.

I knew that sooner or later we would enter the so-called "open relationship" with them, where in Mansi would finally become Rahul's mistress. We had made amazing progress in the past six months. Mansi was very intent on marching into this new relationship with the first year of the next millennium. Just a day before the New Year eve she started this conversation as both of, pretty exhausted with the packing chores, hit the bed.

"We owe a favor to Rahul and Rohini," she started.

"Yes we need to repay them, somehow," I replied agreeing with her.

"What better way than to repay by helping Rohini during her pregnancy," she said. We had realized that Rohini could use our help during her pregnancy and were looking forward to assist her during her first child birth.

"Yes, she needs our help," I thoughtfully responded.

"Neither of Rahul's or Rohini's parents is visiting," I justified.

"Yes, you could help Rohini with her regular chores," she replied and then a bit hesitantly added, "while I help Rohini with her bedroom chores."

"By becoming Rahul's surrogate wife?" I asked her nervously. Although, we both subconsciously knew that Mansi would end up helping Rohini in her bedroom duties, we weren't willing to discuss it openly till now. She nodded her approval to my question.

We were indeed obliged for the favor they extended but this is not the price I was willing to pay. If it wasn't for pleasure then it just meant that I was whoring Mansi out. But then I thought we were, perhaps, using this as an excuse to enter such a relationship -- where we were largely submissive to another couple?

It reminded me of the just a *reason* that Rohini was referring to a few months back. Was this the just *reason*, I wondered. I realized that we both needed a just a *excuse* to enter such a relationship. Our upbringing and our culture prohibited us from entering such a despicable relationship. We were able to satisfy our hidden fantasies under the garb of repaying favor to Rahul and Rohini!

Realizing that the time had come to enact our fantasies, both of us were now opening up. Mansi had already made up her mind and I had made up my mind long time back, although, I frequently oscillated between the two extremes. Having already launched my relationship with Rohini, it would be unfair to intervene in Mansi and Rahul's relationship, I thought.

We had discussed this concept for quite some time and vaguely understood what it meant for Mansi to become Rahul's mistress but nevertheless, we had to arrive at a common understanding, one last time, before we stepped into this new relationship. And I asked Mansi to elaborate on her role as a surrogate wife.

"Well, how should I put it?" she said pondering over it.

"As his mistress," she started.

I was alarmed with that word since that was the word that Rohini had been using. She had plans of making Mansi, Rahul's mistress. I wondered if Rohini clearly elaborated on the role she had envisaged for Mansi. It was clear that Mansi was comfortable using this word.

"I should spend few nights a week with him."

"It would be mostly during the nights in the city," she elaborated, "But don't be alarmed if he needs an additional session over the weekend."

"After all it is his house," she justified.

"Even our marital bed should have place for him!"

"Rohini can't reciprocate this favor, though," she quickly added, urging me to understand the circumstances.

"And neither should we insist on that!" said Mansi emphatically.

"We are repaying a favor and not swapping partners," she clarified.

"You might be able to enjoy her fruits, whenever luck favors you," she said consoling me. It was clear that Rohini had kept her word and didn't discuss the things that had transpired between us.

"Are you suggesting that I should vacate my bed for him, if he insists?" I asked surprised by her suggestion.

"We need to preserve decorum of our relationships," she quickly retorted.

"So, such a thing would never happen."

"Instead, you should subtlety pave ways for our mating," she elaborated; It was as if I had been discussing with Rohini.

"He is sexually frustrated right now."

"Accommodating him now, would aptly repay their favors," she added.

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

"You would understand that as time passes," she said.

"If you suspect we two are up to something, then assume so and don't intervene."

"Take the cue and offer us more privacy."

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

"When do we start repaying the favor," I asked.

"I was thinking of tomorrow night," Mansi eagerly replied.

"What better way to enter the new millennium," she excitedly added.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND

PART11



We were planning to go to a discotheque to celebrate the New Year. Rahul was planning to tag along since Rohini couldn't make it due to her pregnancy. The plan was to go out and have a nice ball and then come back and stay at our place. Rahul was planning to go home the next day. But now, it was clear that he would be able to sample Mansi's charms at our house before we move to their place.

"When do you plan to do it?" I asked.

"After we return home from our outing," she said.

"You need to hit the bed early," she added.

"May I request a favor?" she asked.

"What?"

"Could you sleep in the guest room tomorrow night?"

"It wouldn't be comfortable for us sleeping on the single bed," she said.

"I don't mind," I replied, "But wouldn't that be odd?" I asked.

"Not if you do it right?" she responded.

"If you pretend to be drunk and half asleep as we return then it isn't hard to believe that you enter the very first bedroom and hit the bed."

"Subconsciously, Rahul would know that you approve of him spending the night with your wife, in your marital bed."

"In other words, you accept me being his mistress and enjoy his fucking," she added.

"It would be best if you take a sleeping pill before you hit the bed," she suggested.

I was surprised by Mansi's plan and admired Rohini for her ability to brainwash Mansi into becoming Rahul's mistress. I wondered if this arrangement was only till the point we stayed at their place. I wouldn't mind if our sex life improved tremendously as a consequence of this, though.

Cut to the New Year day, I woke up with a massive headache. My cell phone was ringing -- the call was from Rahul's place. It was 3:00 in the afternoon -- it was 3:00 pm in the afternoon. I checked where Mansi and Rahul were -- Mansi was fast asleep in the master bedroom and Rahul, it seemed, had left. I answered the phone; it was Rohini.

"Are you up," sleepy head she responded to my "hello?"

"Wish you a very happy new year," she said.

"Wish you the same," I replied.

"Congratulations!"

"Your wife is officially Rahul's mistress now," she said excitedly.

"And you owe me one more favor," she said.

"No, she became mistress after the new year," I countered her.

"Do you forget the new year smooch?" she asked making it clear that Rahul had shared the details with her already.

"But he didn't consummate sex with her until in the New Year," I complained.

"Does that little technical detail matter," she asked jokingly.

"Isn't it proof enough that your wife swaps saliva with Rahul in front of everyone as we enter the new millennium?" she asked.

"Shouldn't she be in your arms at that moment?" she reasoned.

She was right, Mansi had accepted the idea much before she enacted on it. So, technically or otherwise Rohini had won the bet and hence I conceded defeat.

"I will collect the favors once you folks move here," she said.

"I am sure, we would have lot of time alone," she added.

"Would you mind sharing the details of what happened on the dance floor," I asked.

"I couldn't tell what they were talking about," I said.

"I will but at an appropriate time," she replied.

"Did you take the sleeping pills?" she asked.

So, Rohini had suggested the idea of sleeping pills to Mansi. Moreover, we never had sleeping pills at home, so Mansi had made a trip to purchase them at Longs. However, Rohini wasn't aware that I had cleverly avoided taking the pill though Mansi herself handed me two pills with a glass of water and instructed me to take it immediately in her presence. I carefully avoided it and eaves dropped on their session. I, however, didn't want to share this with Rohini.

"Yes, I did and so I am waking up just now!" I replied calmly.

"What is Mansi doing?" she asked.

"Asleep?"

"She needs rest!" she said mockingly.

"Go easy on her tonight," Rohini suggested, "use your tongue as much as you can," she added jokingly.

"Do that a few days until she gets used to his size," she said.

"Was she able to accommodate him," I eagerly asked although I knew the answer.

"Yes, with a little bit of difficulty," she responded.

"Did Mansi offer a new year kiss last night?" she asked.

"To whom?" I asked confused by her question.

"You!" "Who else?" was her quick response.

"No, I just managed a peck," I said dejectedly.

"Why do you ask?" I asked wondering the motivation behind her question.

"Never mind," she said and bid goodbye to me.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND

PART12


Now that I was wide awake, I went over the last night events. We had decided to visit a well known discothèque in the SF area. It was extremely crowded as expected. All of us were comfortably dressed, although a bit overdressed compared to the US norms. Mansi wore nice tight fitting jeans with a snuggly hugging top. We checked in around 10:30 pm or so and had planned to stay until 1:00 or 2:00 am in the morning.

The music was great - Mansi and I danced a lot. I was surprised that Rahul was dancing alone with some of the other women he met. He never asked for an opportunity to dance with Mansi. I intermittently had my drinks.

Mansi and I were having great time -- although neither of us were much of dancers. We were enjoying since no eyes were particularly on us. Rahul was enjoying himself as well. It was not until around 11:50 pm or so, when Rahul intervened and asked for an opportunity to dance with Mansi. I didn't want to let him have dance with Mansi, since it was very close to the millennium moment. Mansi, however, didn't give much of an opportunity to refuse and took Rahul's lead. I was left stranded but then I thought I would quickly take a leak and return before the count down starts.

As I moved out of the dance floor, I noticed that the two had moved to the other corner of the floor -- perhaps to keep some distance from me. It was terribly crowded and was hence was very hard to keep an eye on anyone unless one consciously tried.

I didn't want to miss spying on them and hence quickly moved into a position from where I could watch them without being conspicuous. Rahul and Mansi were comfortably dancing now, although they still weren't very close to each other.

They were trying to converse -- which almost meant shouting out loudly in each others ears. The conversation brought them a lot closer since it look awkward to be dancing with each other yet keeping so much of distance. There bodies were not touching, although they were standing extremely close. Five minutes into the dance, Rahul took the lead and grabbed her waist as he swayed to the music with her. Mansi's hands were now resting on his shoulders; they still maintained respectable distance, surprisingly. A few more minutes passed and I was debating whether I should interrupt them and celebrate the New Year with Mansi. Both of them had forgotten about me and carried on their conversation, now that they were considerably closer to each other. And then I saw, Mansi say something to Rahul as she bit her lower lip, perhaps something in response to Rahul's question. The reaction from Rahul was clear as he his hands firmly clasped her waist and pulled her into him. She only resisted slightly, just enough to take a look around to search me in the crowd, and then leaned into him.

It was too crowded and I was well hidden, almost untraceable. Their groins were touching and Rahul made sure she felt his manhood by moving his hands to her butts and pulling her even further. Her hands circled his neck as he took a firm hold of her. They were looking into each others eyes as they swayed with the music. I couldn't muster courage to interrupt them at this point in time.

They were completely oblivious to the New Year celebrations happening around. And then the count down started. Mansi and Rahul looked up to the DJ as the count down progressed. Then we entered the new millennium, the lights went out for just a moment and came on. I looked for them again and found them engaged in a kiss. The kiss was a short one though, as they got involved in the celebrations with others. Once, things settled, they turned their attentions to each other. Their eyes met and then they shared their second kiss -- this was a very slow and passionate one. Surprisingly, Mansi didn't bother looking around this time to check on me.

Mansi and Rahul exchanged a few words as they broke the kiss. Both of them started looking for me now. Realizing that my act of voyeurism could be caught, I headed towards the bathroom. It was a bit crowded and I made in after a wait of 10 minutes. People were misusing the toilets to have sex -- there were quite a few condoms lying on the floor. I finished and headed out. Both Mansi and Rahul were missing and I thought they too might have decided to freshen up before we headed back.

It was only after 45 minutes of agonizing wait, that I saw Rahul emerging from the restrooms. A few minutes later, Mansi emerged as well. I was surprised that both of them managed to synchronize their timings.

We headed back around 1:15 am or so. As per the plan, I pretended to be sleepy and let Rahul drive us back. I decided to sit back and doze off. I was keeping an eye on both of them -- they didn't engage in any unwarranted acts in front of me, though. It took a good hour for us to get back home due to the traffic.

I entered the guest room, the first bedroom from the entrance, and crashed on the twin bed. Mansi came in a little later to hand over the pills and a glass of water to me. I pretended to have the pill and gulped in the glass of water. Confident that I took the pill, she went out, closing the door behind me.

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

Due to the bay, it was noisy outside even during the nights sometimes, so I had to make an arrangement to hear them even if I was standing out. Interestingly, due to the porous wall construction, a stethoscope held against the common wall, allowed me to hear the conversation in the bedroom. The same held against the window pane, would enable me to hear the conversation if I was standing in the balcony. I also made sure that the corner blind was broken, nearer to the balcony, so that even if the blinds were shut, I could still peep in through that narrow gap.

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

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

Rahul opened the door of the bathroom -- he was comfortably dressed in his pajamas and bare-chested. He was one of the skinniest person, I had seen -- almost 6 feet tall but with an extremely lean body -- one might not hesitate to say very thin body. Unlike me, he hardly had any hair on his chest. Mansi didn't wait any longer and almost leapt into his arms and kissed him very hard. They were at entrance of the bathroom playing war of tongues as their foreplay stretched over five minutes. Rahul was comfortably returning her kiss; Mansi was the aggressor as her hands roamed over his body and rested between his legs, massaging his dick. Mansi blocking my view, I couldn't make out how long his equipment was but with the length of her strokes, I could figure it was on the longer side.

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

It was a strange sight to find this huge dick dangling on a man who didn't have the physique to carry it. His legs were skinny, which made his equipment look even larger. I didn't dare estimate the size but it was easily twice as large as mine, as Rohini had mentioned earlier. I was glad that Mansi chose to become mistress of such a well endowed man. It was certainly a symbiotic relationship as Mansi was gifted with the most desirable body by Indian standards and Rahul had the equipment to satisfy any nymphomaniac.

His penis showed some precum from the foreplay they had indulged in. She smeared it across her lips holding his giant prick at the base with her lovely hands. Within no time she was sucking on reddish knob of his prick. She was feverishly sucking his manhood trying to devour as much as she could but could barely take half of this monster prick in her mouth. She played with his heavy balls while her head bobbed up and down on his dick. This went on for well over 5 minutes and yet Mansi didn't show any sign of tiredness, which she usually complained about while sucking mine, even though my prick wouldn't have hurt her jaws. By now Rahul was rhythmically humping her mouth, trying to get more and more of his prick down her mouth. Although, she could never go past behind 3/4th of his prick; even that she did with great difficulty. I was surprised with Mansi's ability to take such a thick and long prick deep in her mouth, without showing much signs of gagging.

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

Rahul asked, "Is Ajoy definitely asleep?"

"Don't worry, I found a way to get rid of him. He should be fast asleep," she casually replied.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND

PART13


Rahul moved his attention to Mansi's breasts now. This dress of Mansi allowed easy access to her breasts and perhaps why she opted for tonight. Rahul latched onto one of her nipples and started milking it with his mouth. He must have had some difficulty in holding onto her nipples with his teeth, since they were really tiny. Mansi moaned every time his teeth grazed past her nipples in an attempt to grab them.

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

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

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

"Use your mouth!"

"No hands and teeth!"

Mansi obeyed his command and moved her hands to his butt and only played with his balls occasionally. All the while, she was just sucking the huge dick with her mouth. Unlike what Rohini mentioned, Rahul was busy sucking nectar from her pussy for quite sometime. It was well over 35 minutes now and still they hadn't commenced intercourse. The cold outside was killing me -- and I had to make arrangements to protect myself. I quickly ran and wore a coat and also got a blanket to cover myself. When I returned, I noticed that Rahul had stopped going down on her but Mansi was still busy sucking on his pecker. She than for the first time moved towards his large sacs and sucked them into her mouth one by one. Rahul moaned in response to her tongue play. Encouraged by the effect she was having on Rahul, she continued playing with his testicles and gradually moved to his butt. She was drenching his butt with her saliva, with each of her open mouthed kisses. I was surprised to see Mansi act this way -- since she had never shown any particular interest in sucking my balls or for that matter kissing my butt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well you never know," she said raising her head to look at him.

"You have only gone half way down!"

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


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

"What are you doing?"

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

"Why not?"

"It is clean," he reasoned.

"It's gross!"

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

"Come on!"

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

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

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

"Just relax," he said.

"Ease your muscles," he urged her.

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

"Ooh," Mansi grunted as Rahul's finger eased into her maiden anal entrance.

"Stop it,"

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

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

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

"Great!" Mansi exhaled.

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

"Sorry!"

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

"Relax," Rahul assured her, "Ajoy doesn't have to know what we are doing here."

"You will when the time comes," he added confidently. Mansi took his semi-flaccid cock in her hand and started stroking it to make it completely erect again. She quickly moved onto on her knees to pay due respect to the cock that was about to penetrate her. She took it into her mouth and sucked on it until it was completely erect.

"Do you have a condom," asked Rahul.

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

"I am on the pill," she reasoned and added, "Besides Ajoy's won't fit you!" I shuddered as I heard Mansi frankly admit the difference in our sizes.

"I need to feel this beast inside me," she said excitedly and moved quickly onto the bed -- this time she chose the regular position in which we sleep.

"Would you like me to penetrate you in this position?" he asked moving next to her.

"How else?" she asked back.

"I mean," he said, "it would be easy to accommodate me if you are on top."

"Rohini finds it easier that way," he reasoned.

"No," she quickly responded and after a brief pause added, "I want you to *mount* me," emphasizing the word mount.

"On my marital bed," she added after another pause.

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

"Me too!" she replied eagerly.

"That's why I am letting you *mount* me the first day of this millennium on my marital bed with my husband sleeping in the next room."

"That certainly makes it memorable, thanks for the honor” he responded as his lips parted to kiss Mansi.

"I have waited so many months for this fuck," said Mansi breaking her kiss.

"So have I," responded Rahul.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND

PART14

Then he positioned himself on top of her. Mansi spread her legs and drew up her knees, which blocked my view. Without much ado, Rahul gently pushed into her and Mansi bit her lower lip as his penis entered her. Just the knob was enough to let her know the difference between the two of us.

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

"You are huge!" she exhaled.

"You have already passed the point Ajoy reaches and yet only half of it is in," she elaborated.

"Come on!"

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

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

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

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

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

I didn't understand where this Yarraman came from but thought it was something she was referring to that they had discussed earlier.

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

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

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

Rahul quickly gathered momentum and plowed her for another 10 minutes or so. All along, Mansi was continuously moaning and grunting. I was amazed at his staying power as he had fucked my wife for more than half an hour and yet didn't show signs of cumming. But then I heard him say, "I am about to cum!"

"Cum in me," she responded between her grunts but asked him, "Where would you want to cum?" I was surprised with this question and didn't understand what she was implying.

"I would have cum inside you if you were not on the pill," he said. Mansi chuckled at the thought of it. "I would like to cum in your mouth," he said.

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

"Okay now," he said after a few minutes as he pulled his penis out of her gaping hole (I imagined). Mansi quickly turned on her back and made way for Rahul to move to her head over her breasts. He had straddled her face now with his fat cock on the verge of exploding. Mansi cupped his huge sacs with one hand, while the other hand guided his prick to her willing mouth. She went to work on his thick prick in the hope of draining all his cum into her mouth. But Rahul had other plans; he wanted to have a good blow job before he unloaded his sperms in her mouth. After about 5 minutes of non-stop sucking, Rahul showed signs of cumming and he held her head as he drove deep into her and ejaculated in her. Mansi coughed as his ejaculation flooded her mouth and she pulled her mouth out a little but still held his dick deep in her mouth.

After gulping it down completely, she again took his prick in her mouth and bobbed her head on it a few more times before she fell down. I never imagined that Mansi could act so sluttish for Rahul. She lived up to the expectations that Rohini and Rahul had from her. Not only was she able to accommodate him, she didn't even hesitate indulging in kinky acts with him, except for licking his asshole. With the way she participated in sex with him, it was only a matter of time before she extended this privilege to him.

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

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

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND

PART15
It was a little bit risky to peep into the bedroom in the morning since there was a danger of being caught by them and also a danger of being caught by people in the opposite building. I nevertheless had to take the risk. I quickly moved outside and peeped into the room. Mansi was tidying up the room, collecting their clothes and putting them at proper place. She was wide awake and it seemed had freshened up as well. Rahul was still lying on the bed but it seemed he was in the process of waking up.

"Here is your milk," Mansi said handing over a glass of milk to semi-awake Rahul. I didn’t know Rahul likes to drink milk in the morning. Rohini must have told Mansi about this habit of Rahul.

"What time is it?" he asked getting up. He was now sitting with his back to the wall shared with the guest bedroom. He sipped the glass of milk as Mansi responded, "About 9:00."

"Is Ajoy awake?" he asked putting down the glass of milk on the side table. Mansi leaned down to give him a small peck on his lips before she answered, "We still have enough time," implying that they could go for another round, if he wished.

"Now freshen up, I can make some breakfast if you like," she said as she turned towards the door. But Rahul didn't let her; instead he held her hand and pulled her towards him. She sat down facing him on the bed and lovingly looked into his eyes.

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

Mansi moved a little closer and gave a gentle peck on his lips and withdrew a little. We had never kissed in the morning due to the awful morning breath. Although, I always felt Mansi had a much cleaner breath in the morning, primarily due to her conscious effort to floss and brush every night before bed.

Rahul didn't let go of her, instead he tugged on her arm again. Mansi understood that he would not be satisfied with a small peck and leaned forward and showered him with tiny pecks on his lips. Rahul closed his eyes as the magic of Mansi's kisses started working on him. Her kisses started becoming a little bit wetter as she parted her lips but Rahul's lips were still sealed.

Mansi kissed his cheeks and moved to his ears and tongued his earlobe. Rahul moaned in response and parted his lips ever so slightly. His breathing was getting labored as Mansi worked on his earlobe. She then moved back to his cheek and slowly to his lips. Finding his lips parted, she hesitated only for a moment but continued her little kisses on his parted lips. Mansi surprised me further as her kisses started becoming wetter, as she parted her lips and her tongue darted out to taste his lips. Rahul was the passive partner and let Mansi take complete control. She traced his lips with her tongue and worked on the corners of his lips. Rahul's lips had parted further to give her better access -- I thought his stale breath would repulse her but she didn't show any sign of repulsion.

She sucked in his lower lip after tracing his lips with her tongue several times. Rahul didn't make any move and let her kiss him with vigor. She moved to his upper lip after a short while and repeated the same with his upper lip. Mansi moved back as she finished kissing his upper lip. Rahul opened his eyes to admire her beauty. It was clear that he wanted much more than that. I was not sure if she would be comfortable to insert her tongue in his stale mouth or let him insert his stale tongue in her mouth.

There eyes met and she got the message but she hadn't made a move yet and neither did Rahul urge her by tugging at her hand this time. She lowered her eyes and looked at his saliva coated lips that were waiting to drink nectar from her lips. Without much ado, she closed her eyes and leaned forward to offer nectar from her lips. Rahul parted his lips to accept her invading tongue. And they were locked into a passionate kiss. The kiss went on for several minutes as Mansi freely swapped saliva with him. Mansi, meanwhile, was doing something suspicious under the bed sheet and I noticed Rahul adjusting himself, turning more towards her to give her better access.

Rahul removed the bed sheet and I could see that Mansi's middle finger was massaging his asshole. Rahul's butt was facing me and I could clearly see that she was gently pressing her middle finger into his asshole. Rahul was enjoying what Mansi was doing to him and pulled in her for yet another kiss. Mansi quickly moved southwards ending the kiss. She took his hard manhood in her mouth and pleasured it; all the while her finger was busy titillating his behind. I was shocked to see my wife indulge in such a kinky act. But then she made Rahul lift his leg and took his sacs in her mouth. Her face was wedged between his legs now and her nose not very far from his brown puckered hole.

She continued sucking on his balls as her left hand masturbated him very slowly and her right middle finger was massaging his puckered hole. Then she did something even courageous as her tongue traced his perineum -- the line that connects balls to anus. Rahul moaned as she inched towards his anus -- perhaps more so in anticipation of feeling her tongue on the filthiest part of his body. But Rahul was not to have this pleasure as she only tongued his perineum but never reached his anus. I couldn't see quite clearly but could easily realize that she hadn't granted him that special privilege yet.

She quickly moved on top of him and inserted his thick prick into her pussy. She didn't even bother removing her panties - just pushed the gusset aside. I thought, she would take it all in at one shot but she took it gradually. Very soon, whole of that monster prick was lodged into her once again. This time around Rahul took a little longer than the earlier time and Mansi tremendously enjoyed her second fuck with him. Like a porn star she spent about twenty minutes bouncing on top of him, just using her thigh muscles. Rahul played with her tits and asshole as Mansi indulged in this act. I could clearly see that Rahul had his middle finger lodged inside her bum all the while she bounced on him but she didn't mind and neither did she show any signs of repulsion. I wondered if Rohini had shared with Mansi about Rahul's fetish with butt holes.

After about 30 minutes of fucking, Rahul muttered, "I might come any minute now!"

She continued bobbing up and down him for a few more times before she dismounted and took his prick glistening with their juices into her mouth. She knew that Rahul would have preferred to cum in her mouth and after about couple of more minutes he ejaculated in her mouth. Mansi didn't let a drop go waste and gulped everything that he dumped in her mouth. That was the end of their second session. It was almost 10 and I decided to get back to the bed again, just in case Mansi came in to check on me. That is when I really had good sleep until of course Rohini called up to congratulate me.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND
PART16

Mansi and I busied ourselves in finishing the packing to prepare for the move next day. We didn't engage in sex that night and neither did we broach up the subject of her episode with Rahul. It was not the best time to discuss about what transpired last night, especially when we had tacitly agreed to not discuss such episodes.

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

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

We started early and by 1:00 pm were finished with the move. We were to move to the bedroom downstairs next to the garage in the basement. Rahul's house was on the slope of a hill and had a very peculiar entrance that opened into a stairway. Climbing the stairs up took to the living room, kitchen and their bedroom. Climbing down the stairs took us to the garage. However, if we made an immediate right turn as soon as we got down, it would take us to our new bedroom. The room wasn't tiny compared to our previous one.

Rohini's due date was in this week so Rahul was planning to work from home. But that posed a problem for Mansi the very first week. We didn't think it was a good idea for her to work from home the very first week. Rohini insisted that Rahul take her to work that week assuring that I would take care of her. Rahul and Mansi were gone early in the morning next day. I didn't have sex that night; thought it was best to let her rest before she spends the week with Rahul.

I stayed in the bed for much longer and didn't get up until 10:00 am. I freshened up and joined Rohini in the living room. She was reading news paper.

"Are you up sleepy head?" she asked. I only smiled in response and sat next to her on the sofa. "Did you sleep well?" she asked turning towards me as she kept the paper down. I looked at her beautiful eyes, hid behind her spectacles for the first time and then my eyes moved to her luscious lips that had become fluffy, perhaps due to her pregnant condition. I responded to her by leaning forward to kiss her luscious lips. She leaned back comfortably on the sofa, and let me be the aggressor.

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

"Looks like you still haven't had any from Mansi in the new millennium," she said teasing me. I nodded in response, though I had a slightly gloomy face, which was evident to Rohini.

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

"Let her enjoy her honeymoon with her new lover."

"After all, you have been enjoying her charms all these years," she reasoned.

"She will be all over you over the weekend," she said consoling me.

"Why do you say that?"

"A week full of sex would fire up her libido and she wouldn't have Rahul to satisfy her over the weekend," she quickly replied.

"In the meanwhile, we could have some fun," she said and latched onto my lips again. Very soon I was down on my knees licking her pussy, while she was in throes of her orgasm. I finished with her and got up to enter her but then I realized that it was perhaps not a good idea, since she was just a week away from delivering her baby.

She realized that and positioned herself to take my pecker in her mouth. She took me in her mouth for a minute or so and then put my penis back in my pajamas, saying, "We got to save it for the rest of the day."

I retorted, "That is unfair."

"Oh," she frowned at me.

"I don't care," she quickly added.

"Besides I am not really in a condition to satisfy you."

"Are you ready to start repaying your favors?" she asked teasingly. I knew this was coming but it was too early given that she was just a week away from her delivery date. I wondered what she had in mind.

"Sure," I responded.

"Well, lets get to the shower cubicle then," she said.

"What?" I said.

"Do you want me to give you a bath?" She had an amused look but quickly replied, "No better!"

"I want you to clean me after I am done dumping my load."

"That is not a sexual favor," I said urging her to let me know what the deal was.

"Well, it is," she retorted, "If you have to clean up with your mouth!"

"What?" I managed to blurt out surprised by her gross remark. By this time we both had entered the bathroom and she said, "Start undressing," without paying any heed to my question.

"Well it does sound gross," she admitted as she got into the shower, "But you are not going to clean it, just pleasure it," she added. It struck me then that rimming was perhaps favorite pastime of both Rahul and Rohini. I remembered Rahul trying to convince Mansi to do the same.

"Come on,"

"What are you waiting for?" She urged me to step in their shower cubicle. It was spacious compared to the tub we had back in our apartment. Her distended stomach was looking really huge in comparison to her body. Despite being in the last month of her pregnancy she hardly put on any weight.

I kissed her tender lips again and this time she quickly took my prick in her hands and squeezed it a little as she forced her tongue into my mouth. She turned on the shower behind her as we exchanged saliva and very soon water seeped into our mouths along with our saliva.

I was nervous as I had never engaged in such a shameful act. I wondered if she had cleaned herself this morning in anticipation of this episode. This was just her first favor; I shuddered at the thought of repaying the second favor. This one would surely test me, I thought, but then again Rahul had done this to Mansi so it wouldn't be that bad after all.

Rohini broke my reverie.

"Are you thinking about them?" she asked.

I tentatively nodded, not sure how to respond.

"Don't worry," she consoled me.

"Your wife will be well taken care of," she said and then after a little pause added, "I mean well-fucked!"

"If you keep on repaying sexual favors, I will fill in the gory details," she excitedly added.

"You are so horny," I managed to say.

"Doesn't Rahul do this for you?" I asked hinting at licking her asshole.

"Oh no, not that much," she casually replied, "But he does make me perform on him almost on a weekly basis."

"Weekly?"

"You might want to start cleaning me," she interjected hinting towards her bum.

"I mean if you don't mind tasting it as it is," she added smiling.

"Aren't their any health risks?" I managed to ask as I kneeled down behind her bum. She had become a little wider in the hip area, I noticed.

"Not if you are careful," she replied as she spread her legs a little bit to give me better access. I spread her ass cheeks a little to see her puckered hole. As she bent down a little more, I could see more clearly that she had a little hair surrounding her asshole and her hole was dark brownish in color unlike Mansi's, which was pinkish in color. I leaned forward and kissed her butt and traced her entire butt with small kisses. Gradually, the kisses turned into wet ones as I opened my mouth and freely sucked in her skin as if I were sucking her nipples. I still didn't venture near the coveted area but gradually my lips moved towards her crack, just above her anal opening. She moaned in response to my hot breath on her opening.

"Go ahead," she urged, "taste it!"

"I had a shower last night before going to bed," she assured.

Not sure if it was her assurance or the urge to taste her without the soapy residue, I pushed my nose up her crevice until I could smell her musky aroma. It didn't smell of shit. I wedged my nose into her crack as my lips touched bottom of her pussy lips and inhaled her odor. Not surprisingly, it smelt much different from her vagina. Her puckered hole had slightly pungent smell

I withdrew and inspected her asshole spreading her cheeks. Rohini was agonizingly waiting to feel my tongue on her anal opening. Rahul must not have given her this pleasure in the recent years. She shuddered as I placed my right middle finger at the entrance. Her taught sphincter muscles didn't give in to the pressure of my finger. So, I gently massaged her anal area, gradually increasing the pressure.

"It needs a little lubrication," she said sensing that I was trying to penetrate her asshole with my finger.

I withdrew my finger and smelled it; just to b e sure that she was clean. It had a musky smell and not the offensive smell that I dreaded.

"It has a musky smell, doesn't it?" she asked. I nodded. "It is common," she assured.

"Don't worry."

"Just stick your tongue in."

I didn't wait for any further encouragement and stuck my tongue in her crevice and placed the tip of my tongue right at the entrance. She pushed back a little in response encouraging me to plow in with my tongue. I obliged. For the next 5 minutes or so, I tongued, probed, lapped at her anal hole, covering her hole with loads of my saliva. She responded amazingly as if she was about to orgasm; although, I noticed that she was also stimulating her clit with her hand as my tongue pleased her asshole.

Having sufficiently lubricated her hole, I pushed in my right index finger all the way, to which she let out a load grunt. And then I fucked her with my finger for the next few minutes with my other hand busy stimulating her vagina. I alternated with my mouth on her hole, this time I was able to insert my tongue a little bit in her hole, although her hole was still very taut.

Completely satisfied with my sexual favor, she turned back pulled me up and latch onto my lips in a fervent kiss. She furiously jacked me as we kissed, to the extent that I felt I would come any moment. I wanted to see her if she allowed me to enter her but she stopped the jerking as soon as she broke the kiss.

"How was it?" I asked.

"Fantastic!" she exhaled. "You have an amazing tongue," she praised my skills.

"Will I ever get a chance to experience it?" I asked.

"No way!" she replied almost with contempt. My heart sank as I heard her summarily reject my earnest request.

"But you do it to Rahul on a weekly basis," I complained.

"So?" she shot back. "He hasn't had this pleasure in last 6 months."

"We decided to be safe, since I am carrying a baby," she clarified.

"But if you pleasure me regularly, then someday I might let you take my anal virginity," she added.

"Why me?" I asked surprised with her choice, given that she wouldn't reciprocate the just extended favor.

"Because I can't accommodate Rahul there," she said giggling.

"You are so mean," I said as we started the shower.

"Why?"

"Is it because I won't lick your asshole," she asked.

"Of course," I replied agitated by the manner in which she was teasing me.

"Don't get me wrong."

"Rahul is the alpha-male in our households, so certain privileges are only extended to him."

"Don't be surprised, if Mansi extends this privilege to him and not to you," she added nonchalantly.

I was not surprised the way she ranked me and was also not surprised that she believed that Mansi would perform analingus on him sooner or later. It was gradually dawning on me that Rahul would monopolize Mansi more and more as days passed. I wondered if I would have to make way for Rahul even during the weekends when both Rahul and Mansi were at home. Mansi had hinted at that as a possibility. I enjoyed the thought of Rahul mating with Mansi on a regular basis and my cock twitched a little more at the prospect of Rahul having far more sessions with Mansi than what I could muster with her.

I wondered if Rahul would make appropriate use of the three nights he got to spend with Mansi in the city and screw her numerous times. After all, he was only human and needed time recuperate as most men do. I had seen him screw Mansi twice during the New Year night but was not sure if they had indulged in any more sessions. I remembered, Rohini had promised to share the details of what happened on the dance floor.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND
PART17

Later that afternoon, when I was licking her asshole again for the second time that day, I broached up the topic. She was lying down on her side with her butt sticking out of the bed and I was lapping her asshole while kneeling down near the edge of the bed. I still hadn't cum that day after having already indulged in sex with her twice. I was enjoying the feeling of being on the edge.

"Would you mind sharing what transpired on the dance floor between Rahul and Mansi?" I asked. She watched me from her position with her head rested on her right palm that was supported by her elbow and calmly asked, "Do you have the courage to listen?"

"Why?" I asked with my index finger firmly lodged in her asshole.

"You might not like what you hear," she said frankly.

"I know Mansi would cherish her new role as Rahul's mistress," I admitted honestly and said, "So don't mind."

"I would have start from the beginning," she said and she narrated how both of them conspired and let pan out things the way it did.

"Once Mansi had felt Rahul's gigantic penis in the theatre, she knew that she could never be satisfied with yours." She started.

"She had to find out a way to feel that huge equipment of his but worried about your marriage.

"It was evident that you enjoyed the thought of sharing her with someone else, especially Rahul. Accepting our earlier proposal, however, would have meant doing it only occasionally.

"The next day she came to know that I approved the idea of her becoming his mistress but she was still a little hesitant.

"Rahul unaware of our behind the scene conversations, pursued her relentlessly, on ever possible opportunity.

"I worked with you to understand your feelings about such an arrangement."

"And what did you find," I interjected. I hadn't quit fingering her asshole. I was getting excited with the talk, which motivated me to please her further. I could visualize taking her anal cherry in the near future.

"That you were eager to see Mansi boned by a well-endowed male and the thought of Mansi becoming Rahul's mistress stirred your loins," she replied.

"All you needed was a little assurance," she added.

"Mansi completely satisfied that you wouldn't mind, set the ball rolling. She ensured that you had a clear understanding of the relationship that she was about to enter and picked on the New Year eve.

"She wanted to make it special so sought some ideas from me. It was her idea to offer the first kiss of the millennium to Rahul instead of you. I suggested that she let him take her unprotected on her marital bed."

"So did she?" I asked, although I knew the answer.

"She did have unprotected sex with him but he came in her mouth instead."

"What?" I said in disbelief.

"You would have lost another bet if you had agreed to it," she said reminding me of the other bet that we she was luring me into.

"What happened on the dance floor," I quickly asked.

"I suppose, Rahul wasn't aware of the plan," I said.

"Yes," she replied.

"So, how did things start?" I asked.

"Well," she said.

"He wasn't aware but knew that she would allow him a few liberties, if the circumstances permitted."

"I suggested to Rahul that he should celebrate the New Year with you folks and might try his luck just before the stroke of 12."

"He liked the idea and did exactly that."

"He kept away most of the evening and requested for a dance only a few minutes before 12:00."

I remembered how Mansi quickly started dancing with him, not giving me an opportunity to refuse or complain.

"After a little chit-chat, Mansi broached the topic."

"Thanks for helping us out in these difficult times," she started.

"My pleasure," he responded gentlemanly.

"We really appreciate it," she said.

"You know, I only care about your appreciation," Rahul promptly replied. His language carried the usual sexual innuendo that was when the both conversed personally. Mansi could only blush at his response as she lowered her eyes and then again she looked back at him, this time straight into his eyes. That look let Rahul know that this was the time to seize the opportunity. They still had kept quite some distance between them till then.

"Really, we are greatly indebted to you," she said.

"Don't know how we could repay for such favor to you," she said. I sensed that Mansi was giving him a green signal. He didn't hesitate a moment and quickly said, "I can help you with that."

"For starters, why don't you finish what you started in the theatre," he whispered in her ear.

"What did he want?" I interjected.

"Oh, he wanted her to finish the blowjob she had started in the theatre," clarified Rohini.

"Again, Mansi just smiled but didn't respond. Rahul noticing that Mansi was not taking the bait changed the topic to the story that he had once narrated to Mansi."

"Which story?" I asked.

"Some story, I will tell you later," she cursorily replied.

"But I have to get the context," I pleaded.

"Well, if you insist," she said.

"This happened while we were trekking up mission peaks," she started. This was about a month after we dropped the idea of swapping partners. Mansi was unwilling to consider swinging with just Rahul and Rohini.

Rohini and I hiked up must faster leaving Rahul and Mansi behind to socialize at Rohini's insistence. That gave Rahul an opportunity to test the waters and find out what Mansi thought about the swapping deal. Instead of directly asking her, he narrated this story.

It was a dream about two herds of horses – one of them headed by Yarraman, the greatest stallion ever to live on those plains and another headed by Brolga.

Brolga was a good stallion but was not as gifted as Yarraman when it came to genetic heritage.

Rahul had very cleverly adopted characters from famous Silver Brumby series to narrate his story.

One day Yarraman's eyes fell on the most beautiful mare he had ever seen. She was closer to Brolga's herd so he sensed she belonged to him. Upon enquiring further, he came to know that her name was Belle and that she had recently joined Brolga's herd. Yarraman cursed his fate for not having her in his herd. He rued his lost opportunity to breed her, for she was sure to produce the finest foals.

It was clear that Rahul was the prized stallion Yarraman, I was Brolga and Mansi was Belle.

Yarraman pursed Belle on every possible opportunity and one day was able to court her, when she strayed away from Brolga's herd. Finding herself alone with such a majestic stallion alarmed her but then she soon warmed to Yarraman's advances. The private moment away from both the herds helped them engage in foreplay that unfortunately, however, couldn't escalate into Yarraman mounting Belle.

Yarraman awaited another such opportunity but she never stepped out of her herd again. Belle was in her prime and was sure to bear Brolga's foal in next couple of years, unless Yarraman intervened. Impatient Yarraman hatched a smart ploy. Yarraman convinced Brolga for a swap of Belle and Brinda (Rohini?), Yarraman's finest mare. However, Belle wasn't ready for this exchange and refused to cooperate.

Yarraman couldn't understand Belle's refusal, as she had been eager when they played with each other.

After narrating this story, Rahul asked her, "Why do you think Belle might have refused?"

"Mansi never gave a conclusive reply to his question, not until that evening," Rohini said.

Rahul asked her again, "You never really answered my question," bringing back that topic.

"Isn't it surprising?" Mansi asked him.


"Yarraman, of all the finest stallions was clueless," she said teasing him.

"All he needed was self-belief," she added teasingly.

"What do you mean?" Rahul asked.

"If Yarraman believed that he only deserved to mate with Belle then he should have precisely done that," Mansi responded. The conversation was taking an interesting turn.

"Mount her as soon as the opportunity presents," she said biting her lower lip. Rahul didn't need any other cue and he pulled her in as the gap between them narrowed.

I wondered if Mansi had seriously meant that and asked Rohini what she thought.

"She would have eventually," she said.

"I had rather prefer it happen this way, though." She added.

"Which way?" I asked didn't understanding what exactly she meant.

"Belle purposely leading Yarraman out of Brolga's sight so that he could mount her and perpetuate his genes."

"That way he knows that Belle indeed preferred his genes over Brolga's."

"And so he did take her unprotected on your marital bed but didn't cum in her," she exhaled.

"Why don't you lap a little more, your finger is making me sore," she complained to my rude see-sawing.

"She is on the pill," I managed to say almost implying that I was okay with him ejaculating inside her. We had never discussed about this aspect and I always felt Rahul would use condom. It didn't matter she was not too keen on have children until she was 30.

"Yes he knew and neither was this her fertile period," she said.

"And that's why he chose to ejaculate in her mouth instead!"

"Although, we discussed about doing this during the peak of her fertile period but she felt that the new millennium was the logical beginning."

"Mansi said she was not going off the pill anytime soon so it wasn't all that exciting," she added. I was surprised that Mansi could have mentioned this. Was she contemplating on such a possibility if she had not been on the pill?

"I can't believe she let him cum in her mouth," I said in disbelief, although I had witnessed the action itself.

"Yes, and not once but 5 times in a span of 12 hours," she said emphatically.

"Five times?" I exclaimed.

"Yes, five times!"

I remembered witnessing her take his load only twice that night but then I slept after that and missed any action that might have happened.

"When did he return home?" I asked.

"A few minutes before I called you," she said. That was around 3:00 in the afternoon. I couldn't believe they had 3 more sessions in a span of 5 hours.

"Didn't I tell you that she might reserve certain privileges for her preferred lover?" she reminded me.

"Btw, has she ever been naughty with you?" she asked inquisitively.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean did you folks ever do it at a public place?" she clarified.

"Did they?" I said completely stunned by Mansi's audacity. No wonder they were gone for more than 45 minutes. I had noticed lots of women were in men's bathroom that night having sex in the toilet. Security had turned a blind eye to these activities.

"Well after the New Year kiss, Rahul asked her if she wanted to finish what she had started back in the theatre. She agreed and so they went to men's room where she gave him a blow job in one of the toilets and swallowed his cum.

"I didn't realize Mansi could be so sluttish," I said. Then again, I marveled at Rahul's stamina since it was only after couple of hours he was fucking Mansi again in our bedroom. And since then he had cum 4 more times. I wondered if he had any sperm left for the last session.

"That's what happens when such a hot woman is paired with somebody like Rahul!"

"Imagine her doing something like that with her husband's friend, the first thing in the new millennium before even sharing a kiss with her husband," she added.

"Did Mansi share the details with you about their episodes?" I eagerly asked.

"Yes, she did."

"They did 5 times. 2 of them were just blowjobs. Twice he fucked her and once they did it in the shower."

"So, after the nightclub incident, they fucked at home in the night and then again in the morning."

"A little later they did it in the shower. And finally just before he was about to leave he made her give a blow job right in front of your door."

I knew they couldn't be adventurous enough to engage in sex in front of my door. She meant behind the door inside our room. But even then there was a lot of risk of getting caught by me.

"You mean behind our main door," I clarified.

"Yes, he was standing in the corridor facing the kitchen."

Rohini had turned around and motioned me to move towards her mouth and then she took in my semi-flaccid prick in her mouth and within no time it doubled its size; no where near Rahul's dimensions, though.

"Did she enjoy the fucking?"

"Was she able to accommodate him," I asked. Although, I witnessed the action, I was curious to find out what Mansi herself felt about the episode.

"She loved it!" Rohini said in between her sucking. Her fingers caressing my asshole as she sucked in my sacs.

"It hurt but her well-lubricated vagina could accommodate his penis.

"She never felt so stuffed and it was as if with each thrust Rahul's penis was knocking at the entrance of her cervix to open up."

"With the amount of semen he produces, he could be practically washing her cervix with it," she said emphatically."

"Make sure she never misses her pills," suggested Rohini.

"Mansi is cautious about that aspect," I assured her.

"She would insist on condom if she forgets her pills," I added.

"You are mistaken," she retorted.

"Rahul would never use a condom and once he is inside she will make sure he ejaculates inside her."

"Besides, condoms aren't foolproof," she clarified.

"Mansi is ambitious and has no plans of entering the family way before she is 30," I said.

"We discussed it before our marriage," I added.

"Then all the more reason to be careful," she said.

Rohini let me cum in her mouth that evening. The next two days were similar. I thought about how Rahul and Mansi were doing back in the city. Rohini didn't
divulge the details apart from the fact that they were having plenty of sex.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND
PART18


Just when we felt that we would see through the economic downturn, disaster struck. Rohini and Rahul lost their baby due to a still-birth. There was shortage of oxygen supply to baby and it was late by the time they diagnosed this. Rohini and Rahul were unhappy by this sudden turn of events. We were disturbed since we felt somehow we brought this bad omen.

Rohini had a tough time conceiving in the first place and the Doctor's said it would be unlikely for her to conceive again. Next week was pretty much eventless as our friends from Fresno and Los Angeles visited us to offer their condolences.

Quite surprisingly, Rohini emerged from this pretty quickly. In a matter of weeks, she put this behind. Rahul, on the other hand, took some time to get over it. I knew things had restored to normalcy when Rohini asked me if I was ready to repay the second favor. It was the first week of February. I hoped I wouldn't loose the last bet of Mansi performing analingus on Rahul.

Although, we had agreed for only one sexual favor, I had rimmed her countless number of times in the past few weeks. This one had to be a little more adventurous than the previous.

"Sure," I replied promptly.

"What's it?" I managed to ask.

"Well, don't flinch at it," she warned.

"But, I want you to go down on me after I have had sex with Rahul," she let it out.

"What?" I blurted out surprised that she would harbor such a fetish. It would have happened if we had indulged in threesome or group sex, I thought.

"Are you suggesting that we indulge in a threesome?" I asked. "Where did you get that idea?" she frowned at me.

"I meant after he had sex with me," she clarified.

"What's the big deal?" I asked not realizing that Rahul rarely used condoms.

"You are not implying," I asked.

"Yes, I am," she said.

"I want you eat a creampie from me," she clarified.

"It is so gross," I complained.

"Not more than rimming," she retorted.

"It is so humiliating," I complained.

"Nobody has to know about it," she assured, "it will be our secret."

I thought for a moment about the ramifications. I had tasted my semen few times; it was a little bitter to get excited about the thought of it. Then I wondered if Rohini and Mansi didn't mind it much, then surely it wouldn't be intolerable.

"What is your motivation behind this?" I asked.

"I want to experience it," she said

"I have read that it gives immense pleasure to the woman."

"Most of the pleasure is psychological, which only Mansi could experience," she exhaled.

"Mansi would never entertain such pervert fantasies," I retorted.

"She might not."

"It doesn't stop you from giving her that pleasure, though."

"You would be lying if you said you never had the desire to have sex with her after Rahul made love to her," she said.

"Yes..." I said.

"But Mansi wouldn't want to," she interjected. I agreed.

"Do you know why?" she asked.

"No, I never asked her," I said.

"Although, she knows you approve of her mating with Rahul, she is not 100% certain about that," she said.

"Moreover, it wouldn't interest her taking on someone like you after being thoroughly fucked by a stud."

"Don't misunderstand me," she urged.

"Rahul is almost twice your size. She wouldn't feel you even if you were to mount her immediately after she has been with him."

"I bet, she could feel your tongue, though."

"She might even let you fuck her well-dilate vagina if you were to soothe it first with your tongue," she said.

"Please..."

"I don't feel comfortable talking about this," I pleaded.

"I know," she assured me.

"It is hard to talk openly about these things."

"But, I promise, I would never betray your confidence in me," she assured.

"Forgive me, but I know that this might excite you," she said.

"How do you now?" I asked a little disconcerted with her remark.

"Let me ask you a question, if you don't mind," she said. I nodded.

"Given a choice of fucking a very hot woman or secretly watching Rahul take your wife, which one would you choose?"

"Be honest!" she urged.

"No one will know your answer but me," she assured.

"I have to admit that I would love to watch Rahul fuck Mansi," I honestly answered.

"Isn't that one straightforward," she said.

"It is simply irresistible and I just cannot reason it," I admitted.

"And you dread that you would never get such an opportunity," she exhaled. I resisted the urge to admit that I had already witnessed them have sex.

"Unless," she added after a thought.

"Unless what?"

"Unless we let them do it when at home," she quickly added.

"How is it possible with us around?"

"I have a plan," she started. Mansi works quite late on Friday's and Saturdays at home in the garage. Rohini suggested that I should go to bed early instead of watching TV at home until she returned to bed. That would allow Rahul to take advantage of the situation and he might accost her in the garage while she is at work.

The garage was below the living room and the entrance to that was through the backdoor for cars or from the staircase at the entrance of the house. Rahul had a small office that was next to the stairs, below the living room. It provided sufficient privacy. However, there were small vents at the stair case that provided a view into the office and the garage.

"Rahul's birthday is on the 13th and next day is Valentine's Day."

"If we are lucky, we might be able to see them fucking," she said excitedly.

"However, we should enact the plan right away as that would encourage them more to do something extra by then."

"What?" I asked not sure which part of the plan she was referring to.

"Going bed to early," she clarified.

She urged me to make it a habit of hitting the bed early and initiate sex only after she returned to bed; always pleasing her with my tongue before mounting her. I didn't need to do anything special since I pleasured her with my tongue every time, even when that was the only thing we did that night. We agreed to implement the plan and I hit the bed early on Friday and Saturday nights. Mansi took her job very seriously and was determined to excel in the partnership firm. The office in garage was her dedicated work space where worked pretty late in night on Friday's and Saturday's. She even worked in the afternoon sometimes when she was at home.

Apparently, nothing happened on Friday and Saturday night since she didn't resist my advances after she returned to bed. In fact, she was eager to have sex. No sooner, did she lie on the bed I reached for her and took her in my arms. She didn't object, unlike the other times when she would be tired. Instead, she took hold of my very erect penis as she pushed her tongue into my mouth. Her breath was surprisingly fresh. We indulged in elaborate hour long sex on both the nights.

It is perhaps appropriate to bring readers attention to why she had a fresh breath that night. It was Rohini who planted the seed of Mansi becoming Rahul's mistress and it was Rohini who encouraged Mansi to have sex with Rahul even during the weekends. Mansi, however, was reluctant but fellated him on Friday and Saturday nights in the garage. Mansi didn't want me to give any idea that she was up to something and shared the dilemma of cleaning herself up after episode. Rohini recommended that she use her bathroom before heading back. That explains why she had a clean breath on those nights.

In retrospect, it was thoughtful of Mansi to cleanup before heading towards our bedroom.

Earlier in the morning on Friday, I had tasted my first creampie after Rahul left for work and Mansi was having bath. It was a rather crusty creampie since Rahul had cum in Rohini the previous night. I did feel a little bit of acerbic taste but didn't mind it. I ate a fresh creampie from her pussy on Monday, when Rahul and Mansi left for work. Rohini made sure he dumped a load in her just before he left. I didn't particularly enjoy the taste as it was too acerbic and her pussy was just too messy. Mansi and I had indulged in rather prolonged session that night. So, I wasn't too excited at the prospect of pleasuring Rohini on Monday morning. As Rohini had mentioned, the pleasure was psychological.

Rohini ensured that Rahul and Mansi didn't head to work on the following Monday, which was the Valentines Day. Mansi and I had pretty long sessions that weekend. Perhaps, Mansi started enjoying her small routine. I didn't know that she was returning after blowing Rahul every night. Rahul's birthday was on Sunday so I wondered if they would try something on Saturday night. However, Rohini assured me they would do something the following night.

We headed to the bedroom at 10:00 while Mansi retired to her office to finish up some work. She said she would be a little longer than usual and requested not to wait for her. As Rohini had suggested, something was supposed to happen that night. Rohini came to my room at around 12:00; Rahul had just walked into the garage. She gave me an open mouthed kiss as I got from the bed and her hand sneaked into my pajamas. It was erect as a light pole in anticipation of his event.

"See, you are pretty excited to see your wife get boned by Rahul," she said breaking the kiss.

She lead me to the stairs and we both lay down on the stairs to peep through the ventilation slits into the office next to the garage. Mansi was wrapping up as Rahul inspected her designs. She moved towards Rahul, who was sitting on the other end of the sofa. The sofa was opposite to us and parallel to the stair case. She briefly explained her design before taking it back to her work table. I noticed her take a deep breath as she turned around from her work table to walk towards him. She sauntered through the small distance, her hips swaying seductively. She was wearing 3/4th pant and sleeveless top that displayed her beautiful arms. Without hesitating, she sat on top of him, straddling him, and gave him a wet kiss.

Rohini from behind wished me, "Happy Valentines Day," as Mansi must have wished Rahul before giving him that kiss.

"Isn't it exciting to witness your wife celebrating her first Valentine of the millennium with Rahul?"

Rahul was thoughtful and brought a present for Mansi. I had forgotten about this in the excitement of witnessing them together again.

"Don't' worry about your gift," Rohini said reading my mind.

"You could eat creampie from her as her gift," she suggested.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND
PART19


Rahul had brought her an anklet and a toe ring that Mansi eagerly put on. She twirled around him and flaunted his gift in various suggestive poses. He pulled her back onto him and now she was sitting on top of him facing us. He slid his hands to her breasts and gave them a real good squeeze.

"He loves her breasts," said Rohini.

"They are perfect for feeding babies."

Mansi moaned as Rahul massaged her tits. His hands had creped inside still massaging her tits. Behind me Rohini undid my pajamas and was now fingering my asshole. These buggers have a thing for assholes, I thought. I could faintly hear them since they weren't more than fifteen feet away from us.

"You are mauling them," Mansi complained. Rahul must have mumbled something, which I couldn't hear. In no time, she turned around and undid his pajamas and pulled out his whopper. Her head blocked my view and I could only see her head bobbing up and down as Rahul leaned back against the sofa. Rohini had applied some KY jelly to my asshole since I had complained that it hurt the last time she did it.

Rahul occasionally pushed her head further down, encouraging her to deep throat him.

"Remember my gift," I heard him say. Mansi didn't respond and continued performing blow job on him. He asked the same question again. This time she shook her head in response and continued fellating him.

Rahul quietly lay down on the sofa facing us, while Mansi still sucked his penis. Rohini whispered, "Are you ready to repay your third favor?"

"You got to be kidding," I said.

"Check it out," she urged.

Rahul lifted his left leg above her head and turned himself to face downwards on the sofa. Mansi was still holding on to his penis in her mouth but Rahul pulled it out from her grasp. Rahul was straddling the sofa with one leg on the sofa while the other rested on the floor. Mansi latched onto his sacs and fondled them with her tongue. Reluctantly Mansi moved to kiss his taut bums and slowly opened his cheeks to take a peek at his crack. She took a very good look at it before she darted her tongue into the small crevice.

"That's your wife's Valentine gift to Rahul," said Rohini.

"Now, its time to repay your favor," she added and quickly inserted an object into my asshole, which I reckon was a dildo. It was fairly thin and not longer than perhaps 4 inches. I was surprised it didn't hurt at all. I noticed that Rohini was humping me suggesting that she was using a strap-on dildo.

She held on to me tightly. I felt a little outraged by her sudden act and showed my disapproval. Realizing I was upset by her unwarranted act she said, "Don't get mad."

"It is a fetish that I have. Rahul wouldn't let me do it to you. So, I figured you would mind some adventure," she whispered.

"I see you disapprove. I am inside, why won't you let me take some pleasure," she pleaded.

"You could take me anally," she bribed me. I enjoyed the feeling but didn't want to give it away. It felt good to have Rohini under control for a moment.

"Okay what would please you," she asked. I hinted at her that I wanted the treatment Mansi was giving to Rahul.


"You are too much," she frowned. "Okay then you reserve the privilege of anal sex for me," I negotiated realizing that she would never agree to that request of mine.

"That's too much to ask for but I would if you let me take you anally and eat creampie from me every now and then." It wasn't a bad deal I thought to myself.

"Are you going to watch or just negotiate here," she said. Mansi pleasured him ever so delicately ensuring her tongue made very good contact with his puckered hole. Rahul was responding to her oral foreplay. He still didn't let her touch his prick, in the hope of prolonging his orgasm. It was over ten minutes already and she hadn't tired of licking him.

"She is the ideal mistress we dreamed for Rahul," she said humping leisurely from behind. I checked the clock and it was 12:40 and they were still engaging in foreplay. Rahul stood up and asked Mansi to kneel on the Sofa. It was then I got a very clear view of Rahul's majestic penis.

"Isn't it twice your size?" said Rohini.

Rahul aligned his penis and within couple of strokes pushed it all the way in. Mansi let out a loud grunt as he did this. He fucked her with rapid strokes for the next ten minutes. Tired of that position they switched with Mansi straddling him while Rahul lay on the sofa. As Mansi rotated her pelvis to pleasure him and herself, Rahul played with her tits. She removed the top and bra as Rahul fiddled with them. This went on for a while as Rahul alternated his attention from breasts to her ass. I saw him insert finger into her asshole and she never complained.

They again changed positions and this time he took her in missionary style, rapidly plowing her. I glanced at the clock – it was 1:45 and there was no sign of end of their session. After humping her for an eternity he got up and urged her to take his penis in her mouth. Rohini stopped her fucking and watching the action in front.

I saw Rahul fucking her mouth very vigorously and he must have almost penetrated her throat but she didn't flinch a bit; only curbing his actions occasionally.

"Mansi is so versatile," said Rohini.

"She could be the lead actress in any porn movie," she added.

I was amazed at her ability to take this onslaught for several minutes and not once showing any significant sign of gagging. Rahul's staying power didn't fail to amaze me. On the New Year even, he didn't do it for so long. But now, it was more than 2 hours since they had been fucking. It wasn't just the length but intensity of the session that surprised me. Rahul frantically humped her in every possible position and was able to control his ejaculation for such a long period.

He withdrew his penis just when he was about to cum and spurted his semen on her mouth. Mansi didn't mind and let him cum on her mouth and then took his prick inside her mouth to clean him up.

Rohini congratulated me for having such a lovely wife worthy of being Rahul's mistress. Rahul had been with countless women but none matched the beauty of your wife and her eagerness to please him she said.

"I think Rahul's search for ideal mistress has ended."

"Although, the litmus test is still some distance away," she said as we headed to our respective bedrooms. Her last remark puzzled me but I didn't worry too much about it.

Mansi was back after about half an hour. She hesitated when I approached her but melted with my kiss. Her breath was very clean. I wanted to taste her engorged pussy but wasn't sure if she would let me. In no time, I headed southwards and she willingly let me lap her pussy. Her vagina was wide open and I was sure I would hardly feel her if I tried penetrating her. Mansi had other plans though; she quickly moved into sixty nine position and took my erect penis in her mouth. Rohini ensured that I wasn't on the verge by keeping her hands off my penis. We went at it for ten minutes so when Mansi started jacking me off a little aggressively.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Finishing it fast; I am pretty tired," she complained.

"Where am I going to cum," I blurted before realizing it was a dumb question to ask.

"Here you can cum on my bra," she said pulling her bra from side table. I was a little

disappointed that Mansi didn't extend similar treatment to me. It also, however, excited me that she reserved extra for Rahul.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND
PART20
Our life progressed smoothly for next few months. Rahul was having lion's share of sex from Mansi. I had nothing to complain since I too was having lot of sex from Mansi and Rohini. Rohini and I engaged in quite a few kinky activities during those months.


In the month of June, I had to visit India to see my ailing mother. I wasn't advised to travel because of green card related issues but I had to so Mansi stayed back. I got stuck in India for over two and half months before my green card got approved.

The three must have had lot of fun while I was in India. It didn't take long for me to find out. It was the very first weekend after I returned home. We were watching a movie on Friday night -- for a change Mansi decided not to work that evening. I needed to take a leak so thought of stepping out for minute since the movie wasn't interesting. For some strange reason, I decided to use Rahul and Rohini's restroom instead of ours downstairs. As I could see clearly due to the light entering from the window in the bathroom, I didn't switch on the lights. Within a few minutes, Rohini and Mansi entered the room to discuss something in my absence not realizing that I was there inside the bathroom. They stood next to the sink that was right opposite the bathroom.


"Why are you refusing to have sex with Rahul?" asked Rohini. I was not sure if I should remain inside or emerge from the bathroom but I thought of capitalizing on this opportunity to eavesdrop on them.

"I am not refusing," she whispered.

"I said I'd relieve him with blowjobs during the weekends like earlier," she added. It seemed to me that they were talking about the change in plan because I had returned after two and half months.

"Why not intercourse?" Rohini asked.

"He doesn't use condoms."

"I can't go back with my pussy full of his cum," she complained.

"Besides, he stretches me a lot. It wouldn't take any time for Ajoy to figure out," she added.

"You can clean up before heading back," she suggested.

"Are you kidding?"

"He practically hoses me with his semen!"

"If not for the pills, he would have impregnated me long time back."

"You do know how much he misses sex with you," said Rohini in a concerned tone.

"He is insatiable," complained Mansi.

"While we are away, he does twice or thrice every night," she added.

"Are you complaining?" asked Rohini teasingly.

"No!"

"As a matter of fact, I relish that."

"But at home, I am Ajoy's wife," she pleaded.

"But Rahul's mistress," Rohini interjected, almost rudely.

"I bet, it wouldn't have been exciting otherwise," she added.

"I must admit, it is an incredible feeling to spread my legs or open my lips for him."

"It is, perhaps, mean of me to not let Ajoy cum in my mouth, when Rahul gets to every time wishes it," said Mansi.

"You love it!" exclaimed Rohini.

"No," said Mansi emphatically.

"I hate the bitter taste of semen," she added.

"With Rahul, somehow, I feel obligated."

"Why obligated?" asked Rohini.

"He gives so much pleasure that I feel he has the right to cum wherever he wants."

"Would you like to become his wife?" asked Rohini teasingly and added, "I don't mind Ajoy as my husband."

"No way," replied Mansi.

"You keep your husband -- he is no good outside the bedroom."

"Ajoy is lovely and makes me feel very special!"

"Besides, he is not all that bad in the bedroom," added Mansi.

"I am sure Rahul makes you feel special as well," said Rohini.

"Yes by screwing me day and night. hi hi hi"

"Then you don't mind being his mistress, I guess," said Rohini.

"You bet!"

"The way I see it Ajoy makes me feel special in a non sexual way."

"Rahul, however, makes me feel special in a sexual way and makes best use of my assets."

"He was once telling me that I have a body that was made for breeding."

"Very true," added Rohini.

"You have wide hips that make delivering babies easier and adequate sized breasts to feed a few babies."

"Why if you had been married to that '. man I knew in India, you would have already delivered two babies by now," said Rohini.

"You wouldn't believe it," said Mansi.

"This elderly black gentleman from our office made a similar remark about me to a colleague of mine."

"How old is he?"

"About 38; has fathered four children, yet he is hitting on women."

"The rumor is that he has tasted most of the saucy white women in our office."

"Perhaps it is time for him to taste a hot Indian woman," teased Rohini.

"No way," said Mansi.

"Just kidding," said Rohini and added, "Even if you did have another lover, I bet Rahul would always be special for you."

"Yes, he would be," agreed Mansi.

"Too bad he can't make complete use of your assets," said Rohini.

"What do you mean?" asked Mansi.

"I am not sure if these breasts would ever nurse Rahul's babies," said Rohini.

"Only time will tell that," said Mansi, her voice almost trembling. I was surprised to hear Mansi's response. It seemed as if Mansi had contemplated about it and was just waiting for the right moment.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND
PART21
. We knew Rohini couldn't conceive and hence there was a potential for such a request but never though we could entertain it. Moreover, I never thought Mansi would go through pregnancy more than once. She was determined to focus on her career and hence didn't want to consider conceiving so soon, although it has already been almost 4 years to our marriage.


"How do you think Ajoy likes it?" Rohini asked quickly changing the topic.

"Does he know?" asked Rohini.

"What?"

"That you practically lived with Rahul while he was gone," Rohini clarified.

"No way, I don't want him to think that I am falling in love with Rahul."

"It would only make him jealous," added Mansi.

"Are you?" asked Rohini.

"No!"

"It is just lust," clarified Mansi after a nervous laugh.

"Ajoy is the ideal husband for me."

"Does he mind that Rahul gets an unfair share of sex from you?"

"I guess not," said Mansi after a thought.

"He is sensitive and doesn't demand too much over the weekends."

"Perhaps, you are keeping him busy during the week," said Mansi teasingly.

"Not really," replied Rohini casually.

"We indulge over the weekend every night after I am back from work," Mansi said justifying that I too was getting a decent share of sex from her.

"You mean after fellating Rahul," teased Rohini.

"Does he know?"

"Would he mind?" asked Rohini.

Mansi didn't respond.

"Ajoy has distinct cuckold tendencies," said Rohini.

"I suspected so," replied Mansi feebly.

"He is a passive cuckold, though."

"He would need help from the environment, to realize his fantasies," said Rohini.

"In other words, the answer is he wouldn't mind," said Rohini.

"Are you suggesting that he already knows?" asked Mansi.

"He secretly wishes that you entertain Rahul before coming to him, which you are but not to the fullest extent."

"How could you be so sure?" asked Mansi.

"I am not. But I can see the trend."

"He doesn't mind when Rahul monopolizes you. He even waits for his turn on weekends."

"What are you suggesting?" asked Mansi.

"Test the waters," replied Rohini calmly.

And they headed back to the living room giving me a chance to sneak out. It was evident that Rohini was manipulating both of us to achieve their objectives. None of us felt violated; in fact her manipulation suppressed our guilt and helped us overcome our inhibitions.

I had suspected that Mansi and Rahul must have been indulging in sex while I was asleep but never knew that Rohini was aware of it. However, Mansi rarely resisted my advances after returning to bed; hence I had no reason to suspect. This explained why she always had fresh breath.

I knew Mansi would test the waters right away; she still continued to fellate him on weekend nights. However, a new pattern started emerging and I noticed that Rohini dragged me out on the afternoons on some or the other pretext. Rahul was practically screwing her every day of the week.

Green card helped me find a job late in October. It was a management consulting job with a boutique consulting firm based in San Francisco. The MBA that I procured while trying to woo Mansi back in India came in handy. The job required travel to the East Coast on a weekly basis, so essentially my life hadn't changed much. The workload was terrible and sometimes I had to stay over the weekend instead of spending time with Mansi. Around the same time Rohini made a trip to India to take care of some domestic issues. Mansi and Rahul lived as husband and wife while we both were away.

The first time I got sloppy seconds with her was quite by surprise. Mansi's birthday was on the 23rd of November and came on the Thanksgiving Day. I was away from her for three weeks so that I could spend the Thanksgiving weekend with her. Mansi and Rahul didn't travel to San Francisco that week; it was a short week anyway. According the plan, I was supposed to reach on Thursday afternoon but I surprised her by reaching on Wednesday night instead.

I reached home around 11 p.m. and Mansi was indeed surprised to see me at the door. I had to wait at the door for a little while before Mansi opened the door.

"Surprise," I said excitedly.

"You were coming tomorrow," she said hugging me. I had missed her; it was three weeks after which I had seen her. Locking the door, I asked her, "Where is Rahul?"

"He is asleep upstairs," she said leading me to our bedroom. In the dim light of the staircase, I noticed her puffy red lips as she answered my question and I couldn't control myself. I pinned her to the wall and kissed her passionately. She resisted but not for long. Our kiss got wetter by the moment and towards the end I was slobbering. My hands moved up to fondle her breasts, which were freely dangling underneath her top. The thought crossed my mind if they were in the act when I knocked on the door. I was extremely excited and in the heat of the moment, I sneaked my hand inside her top and grabbed her right boob and gave a very hard squeeze.

"What are you doing," she complained breaking the kiss; her lips glistening red with our saliva.

"Rahul is asleep," I pleaded while sneaking the other hand inside her top.

"I am your wife not your mistress," she said and picked up the luggage and descended the stairs; almost implying that she wouldn't mind having sex with Rahul on the stairs.

Once inside the bedroom, I pulled her into my arms again and planted another wet kiss on her lips. She fervently kissed me back and my hands roamed all over her body and rested on her shapely bums. Mansi stopped me when my hands breached her underwear and took hold of her firm butt.

"Ajoy stop," she said, "I feel very dirty right now."

"Why?"

"I didn't have a shower today," she complained.

"It doesn't matter."

"You know I love your musky smell anyway," I argued.

"Let me take a quick shower"

"And then we can do it all night."

"No," I said and pushed her back on the bed. She indeed looked wonderful in the soft night lamp light. Her lips were rosy red and her breath labored. We again engaged in tongue duel and I got rid of her night suite in no time. She moaned as I took her left nipple in my mouth.

As I moved south wards she said, "Let me relieve you."

"I am really messy down there," she reasoned.

"No I want to taste it. Besides, I would cum in no time if you take it in my mouth."

I liked the smell and taste of her pussy, no matter the state of her pussy. I suspected she might have had sex with Rahul before I arrived. It wasn't as if I was eager to taste her pussy filled with Rahul's semen but rather that I wanted to taste her pussy. I was deprived of sex for past few weeks and needed it.

As my face hovered over her crotch, the strong stench of her urine hit me. She wasn't lying. Her crotch was damp -- was it the anticipation of sex with me or was it Rahul's semen. As my lips touched her crotch over the underwear, she pleaded, "Ajoy..." for me to stop yet her pelvis twisted up.

I didn't waste too much time and pushed her gusset aside and pushed my tongue into the folds of her lips. The bitter taste confirmed that Rahul indeed had fucked her. Her vulva was quite distended and my tongue easily slid inside and as it slithered inside more of Rahul's cum came down. From the quantity and the thickness, I concluded they must have finished 30 minutes before I knocked on the door. As my tongue curled upwards and grazed past her clit, she pushed on my head and said, "Please take it slowly baby!"

She doesn't like me to focus on her clit early on.

"It feels so good. Slide your tongue in baby."

"Don't mind the taste. I know it is messy."

Rohini must have educated her on the pleasure of having creampie eaten out. However, I wasn't sure if Mansi could muster courage to enact it. Perhaps she was just trying to make use of this opportunity. On second thought, I realized that Rohini knew about my plan to surprise her. Did they plan it I thought?

"My pussy is on fire; soothe it with your tongue," she moaned.

And for the next 30 minutes I lapped the remnants of her mating with Rahul. She had an incredible orgasm. I had performed oral sex on her several times that spanned for more than half hour but this was perhaps the firs time when she became violent and almost strangled me with her legs.

"You indeed are on fire," I said moving up on top of her.

"What's up?"

"Nothing I missed you," she said and kissed me. I realized how wide open she was when I inserted my penis in her. I could barely feel her and blurted out, "I can barely feel you."

"Did I interrupt something when I knocked on the door," I asked. I still couldn't believe I said that.

"Shut up," she said blushing in response.

"Don't ask don't policy," she retorted in a teasing manner, reminding me of our tacit agreement.

"There is no harm in breaching it every now and then," I exhaled. I was stroking her very slowly, trying to prolong the session.

"Do you want me to be on top?" she asked.

"You won't last for long otherwise."

We changed the positions and she rode me; our regular position when we intended to have leisurely fuck.

"So, how is it going?" I started again.

"What?" she asked feigning ignorance.

"Your relationship with Rahul?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Just curious," I replied calmly.

"This is about sex and not love.” She said.
“I know I am your only love in this life," I said supporting her.

"Perhaps in the next six lives as well," she said giving me tight squeeze with her pelvic muscles.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND
PART22
She was extremely good at this and was perhaps one of the reasons why Rahul enjoyed intercourse with her. I remember Rohini mentioning this once to me.


"What do you want to know?"

"Nothing specific," I said implying that I just wanted to talk.

"Are you enjoying?"

"It has been a sexually fulfilling year," she said. I sensed that she was willing to talk.

"Have you been a good mistress?" I asked opening up the subject.

"Yes. Lived up the expectations he had from your wife," she answered seductively giving me a good squeeze again.

"What expectations?" I groaned.

"Letting him mount me," she let out between her heavy breathing.

"Every time he had an urge," she added after a brief pause.

"He prefers your wife over his," she started.

"While you were in India, he spent his time mostly with me."

"Rohini didn't mind?" I asked.

"She was happy to let me fulfill her duty," replied Mansi.

"Did you do it a lot?" I asked.

"Yes. A lot more than what we did during our honeymoon or in the first year of our marriage," she clarified.

"Is he better," I asked inquisitively. My penis twitched inside her as I asked this.

"Are you jealous?" she asked a bit taken aback by my question.

"No," I replied calmly.

"It feels a lot better," she said.

"Is he bigger?" I asked hesitantly.

"Much," she smiled and added, "but it is not the size."

"Then what?" I asked.

"It is because I am your wife and his mistress!"

"Isn't it psychological for you?" she asked.

"Rohini is no match for your beauty," I replied.

"I wasn't talking about you and Rohini."

Mansi gave me a few good squeezes instead of answering the question. It seemed she was contemplating on whether to ask it or not. Perhaps, wondering how to frame the question.

"Do you like this?"

"Like what?" I asked not understanding what she meant.

"Me becoming Rahul's mistress."

Hearing that my penis almost twitched and it was as if I was about to cum. It was a crucial moment. We never talked about it openly but I knew we would have to one day.

"You do like it. Don't you?" she asked, perhaps guessing it from my reaction.

"I can sense it," she said giving me another good squeeze.

"You are on the verge, do you want to prolong it," she asked and without waiting for my answer, she lifted herself up and moved forward to straddle my chest. In the silence we could hear our labored breathing and our racing hearts pumping wildly. And then I heard Mansi say, "Do you want to tell me how much you like it by licking me?" as she slowly slid forward to straddle my face.

I didn't need further encouragement and lapped her. For a woman who had been fucked twice that night, she was surprisingly wet. After licking her for a few minutes, she asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Did you ever fantasize about this?" she asked. I was in a dilemma. I didn't want to be dishonest; at the same time didn't want her to think of her husband was a pervert.

"Yes," I managed to say.

"Did you see it coming?" she asked grinding her pussy on my mouth.

"No," I said.

"He had a crush on you during our college days," I said.

"Who didn't," she said, her tone had a touch of arrogance.

"He talked about doing dirty things with you," I added.

"What dirty things?" She slid back giving me some room to breathe.

"Just some guy talk," I assured her.

"He made me promise to share you with him if you did marry me," she said.

"It is unfair to have such a beautiful woman all to yourself," he argued.

"And so you are sharing your wife with him," she said teasing me.

"He is reciprocating by sharing his," I countered.

"But you are loaning yours," she retorted.

"Sort of like what the Eskimos did but here the guest is loaning his wife to the host and not vice versa," she said in a conceited tone.

"Why do say that?"

"Rohini told me that you guys do only 2 or 3 times a week," she justified.

I knew that was not true but didn't want to shatter her trust in Rohini. Rohini had cajoled her into this relationship on the pretext that her sex drive didn't match Rahul's. So, she must have tried not to contradict her initial story; besides the plan was to have Mansi as Rahul's mistress. Nothing stopped Rohini and me from having sex. It was evident that the psychological aspect had indeed heightened her pleasure and I didn't want to take that away from her.

"It has benefited our sex drive," I argued.

"We are more adventurous too," she added.

"I am certain you are a lot more adventurous with him," I teased.

"What makes you think so?"

"Nothing, just a hunch," I replied calmly.

"Does that surprise you or shock you?" she asked teasing me, taking my hard cock in her hand.

"Neither," I replied calmly.

"I am his mistress and do let him take liberties."

"What kind?" I eagerly asked.

"And those privileges are reserved for him," she interjected.

"But that is not fair."

"They wouldn't be privileges if I let you have them as well."

"What did you expect?"

"I am your wife not mistress."

"How do you see this relationship panning out in future?" I asked turning her attention to the fact that we would be soon moving out.

"There isn't any future," she exhaled.

"We should cease this relationship as soon as we move out."

"Why? I thought you were enjoying," I retorted.

"I am having trouble with my pills," she exhaled. She had mentioned this to me over the phone couple of weeks back and that her Doctor had recommended considering alternatives.

"We could use other forms of birth control," I reasoned.

"Rahul would never use a condom, if that is what you had in mind."

"And the other forms of birth control are not 100% effective."

"It would only be stupid to engage in sex with such a virile man during my fertile period."

"I understand," I said.

"We should do it carefully, though," I suggested.

"Leave it to me," she assured.

We ended our session soon and I went to bed thinking about how our relationship had panned out and whether it was the right decision or not. We did it again in the morning. The next day we went to Reno and spent the next three nights in Reno. We had booked separate rooms so that Mansi and I could spend some time with each other, which we did. Ironically, however, she also fulfilled her mistress duties and ensured that Rahul got to dip his stick in her honey pot almost every night.

The first night, I was not keen on spending time in casinos since I was too exhausted with work and desperately needed some sleep so I urged Mansi to head back to the hotel around 10:00 or so. She promised to join later and asked me to go ahead and take a short nap while they gambled a little more.

I knew something was up and didn't hit the bed immediately but waited to see if they came back to the hotel after me. In about 20 minutes, I noticed them enter the hotel. I hated Mansi for preferring to celebrate her birthday with Rahul instead of me. Yet, I was not sure if that indeed was the case; they could have very well decided to head back after I left. Somehow, I strangely desired for Mansi to head to Rahul's bedroom instead of coming back to our room. She didn't disappoint.

Mansi returned to bed at about 1:00am. She stroked my hard cock as she planted her mouth over mine. I latched onto her lips and kissed her back fervently. After we broke our hot kiss, she said, "Looks like you were dreaming of me."

"I was eagerly waiting for you," I said. I noticed that she hadn't rinsed her mouth and her breath was a little stale. I was sure that Rahul had fucked her when within minutes of our kissing, she pushed my head southwards. It smelled exactly as it did the previous night, except that there was no strong stench of urine. Her pussy tasted a lot bitter tonight and it felt as if I had tasted a lot more of his cum. I satisfied her with my tongue till she pulled me up and unfortunately I ejaculated in her in the next couple of minutes. Mansi didn't complain and we went to bed.

Mansi spent Friday night with me and we indulged in a very long session. We did it again the next morning in the shower.

On Saturday night, Mansi urged me to make an excuse and head to the hotel early so that she could spend some time with Rahul. She argued that he needed some relief. She didn't return until very early in the morning and I missed sex with her that night.
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DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND
PART23
That's how we spent our Thanksgiving weekend in the year 2000. It was the first time we had heart-to-heart discussions about our polyamorous relationship, which in reality was more of a polyandrous relationship. It was the first time Mansi requested me to go to bed early (on Saturday) so that she could spend some time with Rahul. I had sensed that the decision to continue this relationship rested with me.

We moved out of Rahul's place in March next year. Having established myself in the new firm, we felt it was about time to move on. As expected Mansi put an end to polyamorous relationship; we met frequently and were still on good terms with Rahul and Rohini.

Rahul and Rohini were disappointed with sudden turn of events. Rohini was happy that at least Rahul got a taste of Mansi and hoped that she would change her mind someday. Rohini and I often discussed how much fun we had and how much both of us missed getting together. Rohini meticulously kept a log of Rahul's sessions with Mansi and one fine day she shared with me the details.

In the year 2000, Rahul mated with Mansi 309 times, compared to 123 (approximately) sessions I had with Mansi that year. Mansi did have a bumper year with a total of 432 sessions with both of us. About 1/3rd of Mansi's sessions with Rahul were actually blowjobs she gave him in the shower. According to Rohini they indulged in other activities in the shower but the session culminated with her long blowjob that on an average took twenty minutes. She also rimmed him 76 times, mostly in the shower, primarily to make him ejaculate quicker.

In all, Rahul had 408 sessions with Mansi over the period of a year and 3 months. It was staggeringly high compared to my total (approximately) of 550 sessions over the period of past 4 years. It was not the quantity but the quality of sessions that astounded me. On an average their leisurely sessions lasted for a little over two hours, whereas their quickies (mostly morning sessions) lasted for half an hour.

They hit the crescendo in the last 3 months of our stay since Rahul knew it would end once we moved out. Mansi rimmed Rahul on every possible opportunity during the last 3 months, except the times when it would be unhygienic to indulge in such an act and finished with 151 rim jobs. She let Rahul ejaculate in her mouth a mind-boggling 197 times. In comparison, she let me do that only once and that too was an accident.

All this had a very positive effect on our sessions and they were much longer and the sex was more varied. We had more sex than we had in the previous years and considering the amount of time we were together, it was truly incredible.


As days passed the thoughts about what we missed after ending the relationship with Rahul and Rohini plagued me. Rohini and I frequently discussed about what transpired in the last year and half and each time I would unearth something that I didn't know.

I wondered when Rohini would try to convince me to reinitiate the affair but she never did. Despite the fact that I had let her know how sorely I regretted Mansi's decision on several occasions, she didn't try to stoke my desire in anyway. Instead, she behaved as genuine friend, patiently listening to my ramblings.

Mansi's libido had suffered as a consequence of this breakup and she seemed like the Mansi I had known before she became Rahul's mistress. I had mentioned this to Rohini several times and each time she only mentioned that this was just a passing phase and soon she would return to normalcy. If this was normalcy then I preferred her previous avatar, I thought.

There were occasions when Mansi in hot mood would discuss her episodes with Rahul, not in great detail but cursorily. As days progressed she became comfortable talking about her relationship with Rahul and didn't mind sharing more of the details. It was clear her motivation was psychological -- letting someone other than her husband mount her any and every time was incredibly thrilling experience for her. And if that someone happened to be well-endowed and skilled in the art of making love there is no end to the pleasure one can derive from such a promiscuous mating. To her the icing on the cake was that I approved and even waited for my turn on weekends, at least that's the way she saw it. She was not keen on reinitiating the affair though.

It was on the July 4th weekend, when Rohini finally opened up and shared with me what she thought about our situation.

"It is not a good idea," she said. We were discussing if there was anyway to convince Mansi to become Rahul's mistress again.

"Why not?"

"Mansi's interest in sex has waned," I complained.

"It is for good," assured Rohini. "You can't handle that kind of libido anyway."

"Precisely my point; she should become his mistress again," I retorted.

"You don't seem to see what it entails," said Rohini. "Mansi is not on the pills," she said hinting on what she meant.

"Rahul could use a condom," I argued.

"Forget it," she said dismissing that idea.

"Mansi could use a cervical cap, diaphragm, or even a female condom," I added. Rohini laughed at my eagerness to reinstate the earlier state of affairs.

"Trust me," she said holding my hands in hers, "If this starts again then you would be raising Rahul's kids."

"She needs it," I said.

"But she is not selfish," said Rohini calmly.

"She knew Rahul would impregnate her if this continues”."That didn't deter her though -- she suspected that anyway. "What alarmed her was her desire to be bred by Rahul."

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DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND
PART24


"Are you serious?" I interjected. "Hmm..." she nodded."My inability to conceive fuelled Rahul's desire."
"Mansi, however, didn't need any such encouragement."

I was surprised by Rohini's description of the motives that ended the arrangement. Rahul harboring such thoughts was not surprising at all; although, I couldn't comprehend Mansi's eagerness to conceive from Rahul. She was never keen on bearing children and had decided to postpone that process until she was into her thirties.

"Are you sure about Mansi's eagerness?" I asked trying to get more information from her.

"Absolutely!"

"Trust me," she said

"Mansi would let him mount every time she is in heat, if this starts again," she said and quickly corrected herself, "She would encourage him to mount," emphasizing the word encourage.

"She always made him cum insider her during her fertile period. She instinctively chose to risk it with him," she added.

"Mansi is not much into kids," I said surprised by her admission.

"You are right, she is not." Rohini quickly responded.

"However, alpha males tend to have such an affect on women they mate with."

All this surprised me a little. If Mansi craved sex with Rahul to such an extent, she should have never stopped taking her pills. After all, the problem wasn't very serious and she had admitted this to me after we moved out of their place. And now that she had discontinued her pills, she shouldn't have much difficulty in conceiving from Rahul. After all, we had several discussions on reinitiating the arrangement again.

"What do you think?" I asked her changing the course of our conversation.

"Do you desire this?"

"The question is what you desire," she said taking a deep breath.

"If it excites you to have your wife become his mistress, then you should be willing to live with the consequences," she added as she took my hands in hers.

"Wouldn't it hurt you if Rahul choose to exclusively mate with Mansi?" I asked her hinting at the motive behind my question.

"I have passed that stage now," she reluctantly admitted.

"Mansi is incredibly beautiful woman and I understand that as you understand now that she was meant to be bred by him." " It is not as if he would never need me!"

"Besides, you are always there," she added, hiding her nervous laughter. It was unnerving to understand her plight. She was able to hide her feelings but now that we had grown so close over past couple of years, I could see how vulnerable she was.

"To tell you the truth," she started again. "It hurts a little but it is more psychological than physical."

"I would rather prefer to have sex with you, anyway," she said. I can't explain how elated I was after hearing this. Ever since Mansi started sleeping with Rahul, I had been feeling a little low about my ability to satisfy women. I never had doubts about my ability to satisfy women and I never did think a lot about my size before this started. We had the urge to kiss each other and neither of us hesitated in doing so. And in no time I was on my knees eating her out.

"Hmm..." she exclaimed as I lapped at her pussy

"I missed this so much...."

"You are so good," she said as I moved on top of her. She latched onto my lips and kissed me fervently, while her hand moved to my erect penis and started jerking it.

"No wonder Mansi has a tough time making up her mind," she said breaking the kiss.

"Choosing between your tongue and his penis!" she added. She slid down to take my penis in her mouth. Her talk was exciting me even further and I eagerly pushed my penis in her mouth. In no time, I started humping her mouth and when I tried to drive more of my penis inside, she pulled it out gasping for air and said, "I can't handle it!"

"Mansi can," she said gulping her saliva.

"But may be she won't let you have that privilege," she said in a casual tone. Rohini had a knack in understanding psychology of a person. She would say things that would matter to me but very casually, as if it was just another statement. I had seen Rahul hump Mansi's mouth twice and knew that Mansi was quite adapt at handling him. Although, I never tried and neither did she ever encourage me to engage in that act. Rohini fellated me after taking a breather. She kept me on the edge by sucking on my penis and at the same fingering my asshole. She lay down after pleasing me and said, "Help yourself if you need more."

As I moved on top of her she stopped me saying, "No; I meant you could eat me." She pulled me to kiss and after the breaking the kiss said, "You are not allowed to mount Rahul's women."

"Not until you have pleased them," she added pushing me down. Reluctantly, I started lapping her pussy again.

"Get used to it," she urged me, "This is what you would be doing most of the time once Mansi becomes Rahul's permanent mistress."

"I can almost visualize," she said. "You returning home on a Friday night at 10:00 pm." "Mansi is entertaining Rahul in your master bedroom." "Not having much to do but wait we make out in another bedroom," she said and then clarified, "Which essentially means you going down me."

"Not that we can't have intercourse, but I guess you would rather prefer doing with her after Rahul is done." "Obviously, Mansi would expect you to perform cunnilingus on her to soothe her inflamed pussy." "In the process lapping up their mixed juices," she added seductively.

All this excited me to such an extent that I started rapidly fingering her asshole. Most of her juices had flowed down to her puckered entrance and made it easy for me to finger her without causing her discomfort. This was the first time she let me finger her anus for such a long time. She started moaning in response to my expert ministrations on her clit and her anus. After having worked on her for more than ten minutes, she pulled me up and said, "Mount me!" "Show me you deserve to mount Rahul's women," she added. I sunk into her in one stroke as she let out a loud groan. Having had a long session previous night with Mansi, I was in no hurry to empty my balls. I shafted her for further seven or eight minutes before ejaculating in her. She kissed me very softly and said, "You sure do deserve to mount me."

"Perhaps even Mansi," she said as I smiled in response.

"As long as you understand her desire to be mounted by an alpha male such as Rahul, you should do just fine," she prophesied.

Now that we had quenched our thirst, we could attend to important issue at hand -- whether to take it to the next level or not. Putting together the pieces of puzzle was straightforward after this episode with Rohini.

Mansi was a beautiful woman and for her to marry at a tender age to someone like me always puzzled everyone. It was perhaps a primary reason why always a well-endowed man pleasured her in my fantasies. Few months into Mansi's affair with Rahul, I started doubting my ability to satisfy women. Fortunately, my doubts were unfounded as Rohini confessed about her preference to mate with me rather than Rahul. While it was true that Mansi enjoyed sex with Rahul, she never implied that she was dissatisfied with our sex life. Unfortunately, I always presumed otherwise and my reading about this lifestyle reinforced it.

In retrospect, it was my desire to see Mansi mate with well-endowed man that fuelled the arrangement and Mansi's affair. It had little to do with my inadequacies and perhaps little to do with Mansi's desire as well; although, had Mansi shunned these thoughts, we could have never reached this stage.

I didn't realize that Rohini had moved down and took my sticky penis in her mouth as these thoughts went through my mind. She quickly moved back and kissed me forcefully and pushed some of cum into my mouth. Not having time to react I kissed her back, only to taste the bitter taste of my semen. After a prolonged kiss, she said, "You have a lot of potential."

"You should encourage Mansi to become Rahul's mistress."

"Why?" I asked.

"You know why," she quickly retorted.

"Nothing could excite you more than knowing that a much able stallion is breeding your wife," she said.

"Not once; not twice." "But again and again……. several times, until he does justice to the beauty nature has bestowed on her."

"You know all that," she quickly added as an afterthought.

"Let's talk later," she said implying that there was something else she had on her mind. We decided to talk about it the following week.

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DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND

PART25
The following weekend on Sunday, Rohini and Rahul visited us. They decided to stay over since Rahul had work in the SF office next day. I was working from our local office on Monday and then flying to client's office that night. After dinner, Rahul stepped out to meet a friend of his while we three stayed at home. Rohini and I were watching a movie while Mansi was busy cleaning up. In between when Mansi was in the bedroom, I prodded Rohini for more details on what she had on mind the other day. She didn't reply but said we should talk later.

Mansi stepped out to do our laundry. It was around 9:00 or so it was not big an issue since the laundry room was downstairs just above the garage. She often did the laundry this time of the week since then it mostly unused and she can do it all in one go. As soon as Mansi shut the door behind her, Rohini pulled me for a kiss and passionately kissed me. After breaking the kiss, I said, "Too bad, we can't do much. You are extremely hot today."

"We won't have time for much," she replied eagerly and kissed me again. I squeezed her apple-sized breasts hard as I kissed her back. In no time I was on top of her grinding against her groin. She stopped me saying, "Don't."

"Save yourself for Mansi. She would need lot of relief tonight."

"I am guessing, Rahul would ravage my pussy for sure," she added. It was evident in the way they stole glances on the lunch table that the fire was very much simmering underneath and it only needed a little encouragement. Rohini quickly untied knot of her Salwar and pulled it down along with her panties to expose her fresh pussy to me.

"Eat me," she said quickly pulling me face into the wedge between her legs.

"Don't worry," she said as I hesitated, "We would have enough time to straighten up ourselves before Mansi enters the living room."

I went down on her for another five minutes or so when Mansi returned. We didn't have to make ourselves completely presentable as Mansi didn't bother check on us and went back down again carrying another load. We got back to our business again. This time around, I lapped at her pussy for more than ten minutes and yet there was no sign of Mansi. After eating her out for another five minutes, I had the urge to penetrate her and hence without much thought moved on top of her and kissed her fervently. She returned my kiss passionately and let me dry hump her. Not able to control my desire to penetrate her, I quickly pulled down my pajamas and lined up my penis at the entrance of her pussy.

"What are you doing?" she frowned on me grabbing my penis and stopping it from entering her.

"Aren't you forgetting the rule?" she said. Her voice softened a little as her hand slowly yet firmly jerked my penis.

"You can't mount Rahul's women."

"At least not until, he has had his turn and done for the day."

"Seriously, once you embark on this journey, you would have to wait for your turn."

"Always," she emphasized.

"Now get down there and eat me," she said in a stern voice pushing me down.

"Trust me, you are never going to regret that you took this turn in life," she assured.

"Now make me wet and horny," she said shoving her pussy into my face. I spent the next ten minutes pleasuring her with my tongue until she climaxed and then the next ten minutes rimming her. I was getting a little concerned about Mansi as she had gone for almost an hour. It was a little over ten when we tidied ourselves; I was planning to check out on Mansi and see if she needed any help but Rohini pulled me for another kiss. It was a slow and long kiss -- we explored each others mouths with our tongues. Breaking the kiss, she said, "You have it in you!"

"I would rather spend the night with you," she said teasingly, "But that would mean Rahul would be boning Mansi all night."

"And if she is in her fertile period, which I believe she is, she would have tough time avoiding pregnancy," added Rohini. Mansi soon entered carrying the load with clothes neatly folded and stacked.

"Let's talk tomorrow," Rohini whispered as I stepped out to get the rest of the stuff from the laundry room. Rohini opened the door for me when I returned. Rahul had returned from his friend's place and had already retired in our guest bedroom. Rohini took me aside and whispered, "You need to quench her thirst tonight."

"Ensure that she is satiated."

"Insist on sex even if she is reluctant."

"Mate with her as many time as you can."

"Who knows this might be your only opportunity to impregnate her," she added as she headed towards her bedroom
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DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND

PART26
Her last statement was an ominous one and I contemplated over it for a moment. Rohini presumed that I had accepted her proposal and it was only a matter of time before it was consummated. While this was fair to presume, what Rohini really implied was that Mansi would be willing to have bareback sex. I entered our bedroom a little hesitantly as these thoughts went through my mind. Mansi was on the bed and the light was turned off already. Still unsure I moved to my side of the bed and sat there for a moment.

Mansi hugged me from behind and planted a kiss on my neck. Her hands caressed my body and ever so lightly sneaked underneath my shirt. She caressed my body lovingly; her hands felt my taught stomach muscles before moving up to my well-shaped chest. And then she squeezed my chest (as if they were breasts) first gently and then viciously. She had picked up this nasty habit from Rahul as he had abused her breasts a lot during our stay at their place. It was perhaps one of the reasons why her bust size significantly increased during our stay. She played with my nipples a little, which I always enjoyed, before moving her hand inside my pajamas to seize my stiff penis. She jerked my penis the way Rohini did; mostly while disallowing me to mount her. Mansi's this new act could have been interpreted as a novelty but to me it was clearly a way of humiliating me. I asked surprised by her new behavior, "What has gotten into you?"

"Lust!" she whispered into my ear.

"For whom?" I quickly asked not realizing that I was suggesting as well. In past we had several such intimate and hot conversations with full of innuendo but Mansi never played along, she always tolerated it. Mansi had frankly admitted, on a number of occasions, that she had immensely enjoyed the time she spent with Rahul. However, she never tantalizingly mentioned it in our conversations. To her it was just another fact -- similar to the fact that Rohini had difficulty in accommodating him. This time she didn't hesitate and whispered into my ear, "Lust for my lover," as her thumb massaged the knob of my penis. I turned a little to kiss her and she returned my kiss. She kissed forcefully, stroking my penis with her tight fist. Breaking the kiss she completed her response, "who is in the next room."

"Pity that he is not at his rightful place," she whispered again, every so slowly jerking my penis. She was not just participating but extending horizons of our relationship. I had admitted to her several times that the best part of the affair for me was that Rahul had his way with her as and when he wanted. As our relationship developed, we discussed our fantasies and a favorite one of mine was making love to her after she had been with Rahul.

"It doesn't matter, though," she said after a few moments.

"He must be blissfully asleep after dumping his load in my mouth," she said ever so lightly, her voice only trembling a little.

"Did you taste it," she asked, her voice returning to normal tone. I didn't know how to respond and only managed to ask, "Really?" I asked hesitantly, pretending to be disinterested.

"Here," she said leaning for a kiss, "try again." And without much hesitation I accepted her kiss. While I was kissing her, I wondered if she really performed fellatio on him and if so where?

"Not yet," she asked after breaking our prolonged kiss.

"Perhaps you should try to see if he left something down there for you," she added casually, pushing me to kneel down in front of her. She scooted forward and pulled my face into her pelvic region. She wasn't wearing her panties, which was unusual if she had indeed been fucked. Her lips were wet and didn't belie her state. Driving my tongue through her pussy a few times, I figured out that she had not been fucked. She laid back and lifted her legs over my shoulders and said, "Eat it out to your hearts content."
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