[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND

PART27
And then for the next forty-five minutes I was on my knees satisfying her with my tongue. I spent a lot of time on upper portion of her pussy, near her clit, and she would let me till it was too much for her and then she would push me southwards. I would spend a little time teasing her with my tongue at the lower end of her pussy. In doing so, often my tongue would slip a further down and lick her back hole. Surprisingly she never objected but only squirmed when my tongue accidentally invaded her puckered hole. Although Mansi had rimmed Rahul countless times, he sparingly reciprocated the favor; Rohini insisted he only did three times on her. I wondered if Mansi ever thought about receiving it, given that she knows how much Rahul craved for it.

She had two orgasms in the first thirty-five minutes but she never lifted her legs from my shoulder and every time I tried to rise, she forced me down with her legs. This was unlike Mansi, who rarely insisted on such a long foreplay. In the last leg she did something even more unusual and unexpected. As her second orgasm subsided, I worked on her lower portion of pussy and as usual my tongue occasionally breached the forbidden territory. However, this time on every occasion her pelvis tilted up giving more access to her puckered hole. I wasn't sure if it was my mind playing tricks with me.

Mansi had perhaps one of the finest asses among all the women I have personally known. Not that I had seen all of them naked but I could guess from general outline. Moreover, she certainly was one of the rarest to possess a reddish puckered hole that went along well with her pinkish pussy lips and slightly reddish areoles. I had seen Rohini's vaginal lips and asshole several times and they were very dark in comparison to her overall complexion. But then Rohini wasn't as fair as Mansi either. Rohini and I had once discussed about this and according to her most Indian women would have her kind of color difference. Mansi was special since she belonged to particular caste that hailed from the Konkan region of Maharashtra, which was under French and Portuguese rule for quite some time. There were rumors that the rulers mixed with the local people, due to which most of these  have either blue or brown eyes. This was also one of the reasons why her parents were unwilling to accept me as their son-in-law.

I had little hesitation to rim such a beautiful ass However, I wasn't entirely sure if that is what Mansi desired, hence I focused on perineum instead of directly moving to her asshole. She let me do that for a little while and then she placed her feet on my shoulders and lifted herself up a little to give access to her rear entry point. She gripped my hand as my tongue probed her asshole indicating that she indeed found that pleasurable. I supported her bum on my hands to ease the pressure on my shoulders and started pleasuring my wife. Mansi immensely enjoyed the last ten minutes of our foreplay. By the time I was finished with her, her asshole had become so wet and supple that I could easily see-saw two of my fingers through her asshole.

Having satisfied her completely, I moved on top of her and kissed her forcibly and despite having climaxed couple of times, she responded fervently. She was not done yet and asked me if I had tasted his cum. To my utter surprise I quickly responded, "No but I wish I could," and kissed her again. Her hand quickly moved down to my erect penis but she had little difficulty in getting hold of it as our bodies were practically glued. I slid down next to her to give more access to her.

Our kisses were unusually wet, sloppy and extremely passionate. Breaking the kiss she said, "Perhaps he shot it right inside my womb." Her hands were busy jerking me very delicately and all the talk was now exciting me so much that I started to pump in and out of her fist.

"He breaches the narrow corridor of my cervix often," she said.

"Many a times he is deeply wedged inside my cervix while spewing his baby making sperm," she added in her seductive voice looking for a response in my eyes. In the faint light of our bathroom passage she could only sense my reaction. However, the frantic pumping underneath might have conveyed what she was enquiring about.

"Could he have impregnated me?" she asked innocently, reaching out for my lips. I kissed her passionately and very soon moved on top to mount her. She spread her legs and asked, "Where are the condoms?"

A rhetoric question! She immediately fished out one from our bedside table. Reluctantly I pulled it on top of my rock hard pecker that was longing to feel the insides of her vagina and perhaps have a shot at impregnating her.

"Just in case," she said as I slid my penis inside her well-lubricated vagina.

"I don't want to risk it."

"Although, I might already be pregnant," she said emphasizing that Rahul had the privilege of taking her bareback. Not sure what it was -- whether it was the humiliation or a sense of competition -- but it fueled my desire to quench her thirst. It was also Rohini's last words for the night that reminded me to do my best tonight; perhaps that helped me go down on her for over forty-five minutes. I never had much doubt in my ability to satisfy a woman with my tongue but satisfying a woman entirely with your penis is certainly a different ball game. I shafted her at a rapid pace as I thought about these things. Mansi certainly was enjoying our intense session; she was continuously moaning and grunting every time I rammed my penis all the way into her. A few minutes into it, she raised her legs and placed them on my bum and pulled me into her. As my rhythm slowed down, she said, "Slow down."

"Easy," she breathed out.

"I want you to last at least half as long as he lasts," she added again nonchalantly. It inflated my desire to shaft her as long as I could but given very little room I resorted to kissing her forcibly and she responded passionately. I was eager to hump her -- her use of pelvic muscles was making harder for me to control my ejaculation. Breaking the kiss she said, "I can see that you enjoy having your wife entertain well-endowed men."

"Perhaps, I should invite him over every weekend." She eased the pressure and let me freely shaft her; realizing perhaps that I wouldn't hold on for much longer. I noticed in the watch that it has been over five minutes since I started shafting her. It truly was an achievement considering how excited I was and that I had already spend enough time with Rohini. Unfortunately, even my best timings couldn't beat Rahul's worst ones. Rahul's quickies would last thirty to forty-five minutes, the bulk of which would be Mansi's foreplay on Rahul and then fifteen-to-twenty minutes of humping. Determined to please Mansi for as long as I could, I tried varying the pace and rhythm to postpone my ejaculation and after about another eight minutes I climaxed. Mansi hugged me very tightly as if were unloading in her.

"That was terrific," she exhaled.

"Looks like all the talk fired you up," she added.

"I knew you were making it up all along," I responded.

"I bet you wished it was all true," she said slapping my but.

"Of course, it drives me crazy," I responded.

"I am glad," she said, "I made you wear the condom."

"I wonder how much you would have ejaculated if Rahul indeed had fucked me," she added.

"You were pretty excited too," I retorted.

"You made me eat you for more than forty-five minutes!"

"I can't help it," she shrugged, "He has that effect on me."

"If he were to force himself upon me then I would have no choice but to accept him."

"Condom or no condom," she emphasized.

"After all I was his mistress," she justified.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND
PART28


We slept soon after that. Without doubt, this was our best session yet. We had certainly alleviated our relationship to the next level. Mansi understood my desire to have her mate with Rahul and even accepted it as normal behavior. I wondered if she had indeed made out with Rahul in our laundry room. Our laundry room is secluded and hence that couldn't be ruled out. It was possible that she could have offered blow job to him as her pussy wasn't dilated at all.

Her last few words vindicated Rohini's suggestion. Although we had discussed about making love to her after she has been with Rahul, neither eating her out nor impregnating her were ever implied. It was Mansi's extension to our favorite fantasy, perhaps. Mansi rarely shared her fantasies, although she always confessed that her excitement comes from illicitness of the acts involved. Rahul's oversized equipment and his insatiable libido only heightened her pleasure.

Her sudden active interest in playing along in my fantasies raised a few doubts. I wondered if she had already reinitiated her affair; worse, if she never broke off the affair. The thoughts troubled me and I couldn't sleep well. I woke up suddenly around 1:30 am with thirst. Not surprisingly, I had an erection that needed attention but I turned to the more urgent need.

Returning to bed I snuggled next to Mansi and planted soft kisses on her neck. She was fast asleep and didn't respond. I moved my hand to her exposed bum and squeezed her butt tenderly. Very slowly I slipped my hand in the narrow space between her thighs to reach her clitoris. She was fast asleep and was oblivious to my movements. However, as I gently massaged her clitoris and rubbed my penis between her legs, she started responding and her vagina got wet in no time. In her moans I heard her whisper, "Oh Rahul!"

"I thought you would never come," she mumbled. I still wasn't sure if she was awake or asleep as she didn't make any move. I continued kissing her neck and then slowly moved to her earlobes. She squirmed as my tongue traced her earlobe but didn't turn back and only spread her legs further and mumbled, "Mount me!"

"Impregnate me..." she moaned. I was stunned to hear that but thought she was only playing. Mansi was practically sleeping on her back with her legs splayed open providing enough access to her pussy. I didn't waste much time and mounted her from behind and with hardly any effort drove my penis into her. This was the first time I took her in this position. We did doggie style several times but this position was a lot harder, perhaps because I wasn't long enough to keep my penis embedded inside her while shafting her in this position. Very soon Mansi was moaning. However, having ejaculated only a few hours earlier, I was in no mood to finish so soon. Rohini's words were still playing in my mind. I had to prove that I was being worthy of her husband. Moreover, I just realized that I was taking her bareback in her fertile period. It was an incredible feeling, although Mansi didn't respond, except for her moans. After about fifteen minutes of non stop humping, Mansi said, "Let's change positions."

Without thinking I changed into our regular missionary style and started humping her again. I leaned to kiss her but she refused and pulled me further and tongued my earlobes. I knew she would resist, fearing her stale breath. As I pumped her hard, trying to match Rahul's virility, she whispered, "You are so good today."

"I almost thought it was Rahul." This excited me to great extent and I pumped her hard for another five minutes before shooting my sperm deep inside her. As we regained our composure after another wild session she playfully patted on my butt and said, "You bastard."

"You too want to sow your seeds?" she said.

"You too?"

"Who else?" I asked her surprised by her remark. It seemed as if I had caught her in the act. She didn't react but was a little uncomfortable before asking a rhetorical question, "Who else?" "Rahul!" she answered it herself.

"You never told me about this?" I acted surprised.

"What is there to tell?" she asked.

"In case you haven't realized, your wife tends to have such an effect on men she meets with," she added with a nervous laughter.

"Now, get off," she said, "Let me wash; otherwise you might really make me pregnant."

The thoughts about Rahul making out with Mansi while I slept next to her intrigued me. I wondered if Mansi was just playing along or was she in the middle of a dream. Anyway, having spent myself twice that night I couldn't worry too much about it and quickly dozed off. I woke up pretty early with a stiff erection -- partly due to inflated bladder and partly due to Mansi's lips wrapped around my member. It was a pleasant wakeup call and perhaps very first time Mansi woke me up that way. Finding me awake, she said, "You might as well return the favor," and moved on top of me into 69-position. I didn't need much encouragement and tongued her pink lips that had retracted back to their original shape. Her slit had certainly widened after having been fucked by Rahul incessantly for over a year. It made me wonder how much distended her lips would become after delivering Rahul's child. Yes, I thought "Rahul's child". I had a firm belief that Mansi would bear him a child sooner or later and somehow I felt he would be the first one to knock her up. I pleasured her with my tongue and even licked her puckered hole. Mansi was in hot mood as she deep throated me effortlessly and even fingered my asshole that drove me crazy. However, having spent myself twice I wasn't even nearing point of ejaculation even after Mansi frantically sucked on my pecker for over 20 minutes. She, though, climaxed pretty soon. Finally, she gave up and said, "Looks like you would take too long," and left me unsatisfied.

"I would be late for work," she justified as she cleaned herself up before heading out to kitchen for her breakfast. It was only 6:15 and didn't understand her rationale since she had two hours. I didn't take much time to sleep again and woke up in an hour. I freshened up myself and was about to step out when Mansi entered the bedroom and silently behind my back stepped into our bathroom. I grabbed her from behind and almost pinned her to the bathroom door and kissed her neck softly.

"You didn't finish what you started," I softly whispered to her.

"What do you want?" she retorted quickly and added, "We have done it thrice already." She very reluctantly turned around to face me but didn't directly look into my eyes. I sensed something was wrong but couldn't guess what. As I moved into kiss her she evaded my lips and said, "You don't want to kiss me now." Her looks told me she was guilty but of what I wondered. Did she do it with Rahul in the morning? Was she late because of that; it was 8:25 right now.

"If you have to know," she seductively said, cupping my hard erection with one of her hand.

"I was busy with my lover!" she softly whispered looking into my eyes. I didn't hesitate and quickly responded, "What makes you think that would deter me?"

She smiled seductively and said, "I said because it would encourage you." And very soon our lips locked and we passionately kissed each other again. For a moment I though she had indeed been with Rahul but then realized that she was just playing along as she did last night. After a little foreplay she complained that she had to hurry up or she would be late. I teasingly complained, "You never thought about it while doing with him."

Puzzled with my question she thought for only a moment and then retorted, "Well..."

"I am his mistress."

"And if I don't mate with him during my fertile period, how will I become pregnant?" she said casually. That statement of hers did it for me and I ravaged her right at there. She was late for her work by half an hour and she ensured that I wore condom before I fucked her to further humiliate/titillate me. We showered together for a change and in the shower she joked about our new role play in the bedroom. Mansi agreed that she had immensely enjoyed previous nights fucking and agreed that it indeed spiced up our relationship. Upon probing further she reluctantly admitted, "I feel ashamed to say this but sometime I miss having sex with him."

"Why have you stopped the arrangement?" I probed further.

"I can't handle the pills anymore and Rahul would never use a condom," she replied softly.

"Trust me," she said before I could say anything.

"He will make me pregnant no matter what."

As she stepped out of the shower, she warned me, "Keep him away from me."

"You can't hold me responsible for the consequences!"

Mansi left but I continued to shower contemplating about her affair. Mansi was concerned of her desire to be impregnated by Rahul and was vulnerable around him. It seemed fairly certain to me that he would nail her sooner or later. Mansi was quite intent on postponing her pregnancy until she was into her thirties, which meant five more years. Rahul, however, would have a five year window and even if
Mansi succumbs to his advances only a couple of times in these five years it would mean two children to him.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND
PART29

Mansi and Rahul both were gone when I entered our kitchen. Rohini was sipping on her coffee browsing through newspaper.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Or did Mansi keep you busy whole night," she asked. I smiled in response and sat opposite to her with my coffee. She neatly folded the newspaper and kept it aside; her hands clasped the cup very tightly as she thought for a few moments and said, "Things are a little more complicated than I thought."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, earlier you had a choice but now you have run out of time," she said.

"Please be clear," I urged.

"Please promise me that you would never ever share this with Mansi," she said looking into my eyes. After I nodded, she started, "Her desire to procreate with Rahul is much stronger than I thought."

"How do you conclude that?"

"Well your wife performed fellatio on Rahul last night," she said.

"What?"

"Where?" I asked puzzled.

"In the laundry room."

"I wouldn't blame her. Rahul might have planned it," she reasoned.

"Why didn't you satisfy her last night?" she asked a little annoyed.

"What makes you think so?" I asked.

"Mansi came back for more in the morning," she exhaled.

"What do you mean she came back for more?" I asked.

"She did it with him on the bed while I slept next to them."

"Give me a break," I said not believing what she was saying.

"Trust me, she has played with him several times in my presence and is not at all shy."

"We did thrice," I answered her previous question.

"She is such a slut," exclaimed Rohini.

"Four times in a night and yet she comes in the morning for more."

"She didn't even hesitate to smooch him," she added.

"You mean a French kiss?" I asked.

"Yes, tongue-to-tongue, exchanging loads of saliva and yes Rahul hadn't washed his mouth but Mansi had," she clarified. I had sensed that Mansi had penchant for pleasing her lovers. On New Year's morning, I had witness her French kissing him soon after he woke up. It wasn't surprising either given that she never hesitated to rim him.

"Did they fuck?" I asked since it didn't seem to me that she was fucked.

"No, but he did fuck her mouth."

"The ordeal went on for more than an hour," she exclaimed.

I was a little surprised with sudden turn of events and it seemed Mansi was only pretending but then why would Rohini lie to me. Moreover, she herself seemed to be disturbed.

"Anyway, Mansi has a very strong desire to procreate with Rahul."

"But she would resist until you consent."

"Resist?"

"Yes, she satisfied him with her mouth both the times although she was in her fertile period."

"She surely can't resist getting mounted by him for long."

"Are you suggesting that I don't have much choice?"

"Yes, sort of; if you would like to think that way."

"Please be specific and clear," I said earnestly requesting her to guide me through this difficult decision. "Do you believe Rahul would impregnate Mansi sooner or later?"



"Sort of," I said preferring to be vague.

"Irrespective of whether you consented or not?" she added.

"Perhaps," I tried to be brief and vague.

"No point in stopping her from becoming his mistress then."

"Not at all," I answered promptly.

"We had talked about this," I said.

"Yes, however, you seem to have either misunderstood or completely ignored the issue," she responded.

"As Rahul's mistress, she would be obliged to bear his children!"

"And if you still have any doubts," she said, "Mansi is more than willing to fulfill her destiny."

"I perfectly understand that," I countered.

"It is only fair that Rahul being *the* alpha male gets an opportunity to impregnate her."

"Yet, Mansi carries her guilty conscience that doesn't allow her to fulfill her destiny."

"What are you suggesting?" I asked.

"Mansi is aware that you could accommodate an accidental impregnation."

"However, her mistress duties demand that she bear as many children as she could."

"In fact, as a perfect mistress she would always conceive from him."

"I have sort of decided to give her free rein in this regard," I shrugged.

"That's the first step," retorted Rohini.

"The second step is to let her know that you truly desire this."

"I mean, if you don't have a fervent desire to have her impregnated by Rahul, then this is bad idea."

"After all you would have to live with the consequences!"

"There isn't much doubt it in my mind and perhaps your mind that this excites you."

"We wouldn't have come this far, otherwise."

"Trust me; there is real danger if you are not willing to live with any of the consequences."

"Rahul is an inconsiderate bastard," she said casually.

"He would ensure that she is pregnant with his child most of her child bearing years."

"We can't possibly afford so many children," I complained.

"Yet from her young age of 25 to ripe age of 35 she could easily bear six children."

"All of them fathered by Rahul," she emphasized.

Rohini was pacing around the room as we talked about this while I sat at the dinning table listening to her intently. We were in serious discussions and didn't try to engage in any kind of sexual foreplay. Rohini suddenly grabbed my crotch from behind and said, "This is what I am talking about."

"Just the thoughts of such a possibility gives you an erection," she joked.

"You have a passion for this," she said, "and can endure this effortlessly."

"Don't worry about the financial implications," she said sitting in front of me, holding my hands in hers.

"Rahul and I would financially support his children."

"Here is my proposal," she said.

"You let Mansi become his mistress for life and let things take its natural course."

"Is Rahul aware of this?" I asked.

"NO!"

"And he should never know about this and neither should Mansi know about this."

"You are quite adept at conveying your acceptance non-verbally to Mansi, though"

"And that's the only encouragement she would need."

"The understanding is you never interfere with Mansi's mistress duties and willingly accept the consequences thereof."

"It would be a semi-open relationship."

"In the sense, that Mansi and Rahul wouldn't try to hide their relationship but wouldn't make it a central theme either."

"Is this acceptable to you?" she asked.

"I need time to think," I replied since I didn't want to get into it right away not that I felt I had lot of choice in this regard.

"To sweeten the deal, I have another proposal for you," she said encouraging me to accept her proposal.

"I see that you would be traveling to LA and Denver on a frequent basis," she said.

"How about hooking you up with someone over there?"

It struck me that she was referring to Dolly and Nisha. Arun and Nisha had recently moved to Denver from Fresno.

"You are kidding right?" I asked stumped by her suggestion.

"Not really if you are serious about humping these two classy ladies," she quickly retorted.

"Who wouldn't want to?" I asked a rhetorical question.

"Well then, here is your chance," she said.

"All you have to do is let Mansi be Rahul's true mistress."

"And you would be mounting these ladies on a regular basis."


"Not that you would need such an incentive," she added.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND
PART30
"I can't see how I can stop her from becoming his *true* mistress," I responded casually.


"She cannot become his *true* mistress, until she has your unconditional support."

"Agreed she might succumb to Rahul's advances and might deliver a child or two."

"But she would carry her guilt conscience and that might affect your relationship."

"What are you suggesting?" I asked.

"Well, you need to help her get rid of the guilt."

"And how do I do that?" I quickly retorted.

"By subtly conveying your desire to have her mounted by a superior stud, who rightfully deserves to impregnate her, every time she is in her fertile period," she said it rather casually. I was surprised by her directness but perhaps she was correct in being forthright about it.

"Understand," I responded and quickly asked, "What makes you think that Nisha and Dolly would be willing?"

"I know."

"Yet, why me?" I asked.

"Because they would pick you if they were to pick one from the three other men," she said.

"Really?"

"It shouldn't be a surprise to you," she said, "after all Mansi must have seen something in you."

"Now it is a different matter that after sampling each one of you, she might choose to only get impregnated by Rahul."

"So, what makes you think that they would choose to mate with me?"

"I know that they would be willing to have an ongoing affair with you."

"This doesn't make sense?" I interjected.

"Why wouldn't they want to do with Rahul or Arun or Vinit?"

"There are reasons for it," she quickly replied.

"But I guess, I would have to let the cat out of the bag," she added.

"The seeds of this were sown during the July 4th weekend of last year when Mansi got the first taste of Rahul's majestic equipment."

"I guessed something happened that weekend and we guys were left in the dark," I said urging her to tell the whole story.

"Did they indulge in excessive activities that night?" I asked.

She nodded to my question. It was surprising why nobody voted on continuation of such an arrangement. As Rohini narrated the discussions that happened in our master bedroom that shaped much of our life, things became clearer. The ladies had decided to not relent and win the battle with us at all costs. They had figured out that by providing unrestricted access to them, they were actually helping the men defeat themselves. Rohini definitely had a subplot to the main theme, which entailed enlisting Mansi's services to assist in her bedroom duties. It turned out Arun molested Dolly to great extent and made full use of his rights that night. He irritated Dolly constantly by manhandling her breasts and even sticking up his finger up her ass most of the time. Vinit on the other hand was a lot more reserved and needed lot of encouragement from Nisha. We had all sampled our spouses to such an extent that we could practically have agreed to our wife swapping arrangement with no conditions attached.

The ladies vividly discussed their episodes that night -- naturally Rohini and Mansi tempered their stories a little. Dolly expressed her resentment about being abused by Arun but understood that he was only trying to unnerve her with his antics. Nisha didn't enjoy her time much with Vinit and later on confessed to Rohini that he was rather under equipped to handle someone her size. Nisha enjoyed kissing him though since Arun rarely every kissed and he almost never went down on her. It was at this moment when Mansi volunteered that I was, perhaps, the best kisser amongst all the men and perhaps rare one who could make a woman orgasm just by using his tongue. Rohini agreed with Mansi and even added that I was decently equipped as well, which perked up Dolly and Nisha's interest.

All the ladies found me very attractive and felt that I was the best looking of the lot even though I was a little darker for their taste. Dolly was interested in me because of my all-round capabilities but more importantly because of my penis size. Nisha was interested in me because of my ability to please a woman with tongue. Rohini claimed that Arun and I were similarly equipped.

Vinit and Arun were certainly a little unsure about having their wives fucked by other men so they didn't vote in favor of the arrangement. Dolly and Nisha knew that their husbands wouldn't approve of such a wild idea and hence had to vote against it. Rohini and Mansi voted against as per their initial plan.

Rohini smartly maintained these conversations with Dolly and Nisha on an individual basis and found out that they were eager to experiment outside their marriage. On confronting her with the question why she and Rahul chose Mansi over the other interested ladies, her answer was enlightening. While Dolly and Nisha were willing to experiment, they could have never passed the litmus test -- walking the last mile. Arun and Vinit were too possessive to allow their wives to become Rahul's mistress and both Dolly and Nisha certainly don't have the desire to undertake such a responsibility. Mansi on the other had strong desire -- was capable -- and had an accommodating husband, apart from being the most beautiful and desirable woman among the three.

Having heard the entire story, I was satisfied. For once, it felt very good knowing that there were two other ladies who were interested in me. It was a happy coincidence that the three ladies, surprisingly, were interested in me and the three men, not surprisingly, were interested in my wife. This was an important revelation that shaped most of our lives.

Dolly and Nisha were attractive ladies, perhaps not as beautiful as Mansi, yet attractive enough to spike my interest. In retrospect, it was thoughtful of Rohini to provide me such an opportunity. It was easier to accept her proposal -- not that I needed such an incentive but it helped me save my face in front of Mansi and even Rahul. Dolly and Nisha were extremely fair like Mansi but both were a little shorter than her. Dolly was the shortest at 5'1" while Nisha stood 5'3". Nisha was blessed with glowing complexion, very similar to that of Mansi's, however her facial features weren't as striking and neither was her figure. She had a pyramid structure with wider hips but her breasts couldn't quite match her overall physique. Dolly on the other hand had slightly wider hips and narrow chest but her breasts were much bigger for her frame; they would have seemed even larger on Nisha. Dolly wasn't gifted with flawless complexion and her skin was a little rough but she was very cute.

I asked Rohini, "How soon can things begin?"

"As soon as you wish," she replied calmly.

"In fact, Dolly and Vinit are contemplating on starting their family."

"If you are lucky then you may get a chance to impregnate Dolly."

I was stunned hearing this. It was a little difficult for me to even accept that they would engage with me in an illicit relationship and here she was suggesting far too forbidden. It was difficult to understand my eagerness to fuck these women, since none of them were as beautiful as Mansi. Nevertheless, I was hard pressed to accept Rohini's proposal.

Mansi wouldn't be able to resist Rahul's advances and hence it was futile on my part to even resist such a proposal. Moreover, I truly desired to have her mounted by a much able stud -- one who could do justice to her beauty. I didn't take much longer to make up my mind and the following week just before flying home, I confessed to Rohini.

"Great," she said hearing my confession.

"It's the perfect choice for you."

"Besides you will get a chance to have some fun on the side as well."

"Now, listen," she continued.

"The plan is to have Mansi deliver her first one before her 26th birthday."

Mansi would be turning 25 this November, and her birthday was only two months away. We were planning to be in India in the month of November for her cousins wedding, so I presumed things would start after we came back. Rohini, however, had much grander plans.

"You need to encourage her to resume the affair," she urged.

"And in subtle ways suggest that you are not averse to the idea of having her bear Rahul's children."

This was easier said than done, though. Rohini's master plan was to be launched in India, as she later revealed. She arranged for a mini tour of Rajasthan on horseback knowing very well that Mansi loved to ride. Mansi herself had several times confessed that it was one of her dreams to go on a horse safari. Rohini decided to fulfill her dreams while providing Rahul an opportunity to fulfill his dream. I imagined Rahul mounting Mansi while riding on a horse as I had once seen in a movie named Sirocco. Rohini left it to me to convey the plans to Mansi. Quite unexpectedly, Mansi got mad at me.

"You agreed," she shot back.

"What do you expect?" I responded.

"This was something you yearned for so long," I added not realizing that it carried another connotation as well.

"Besides, it would have been impolite," I added.

"Ajoy you are already aware," she started. I responded "What?" not knowing what she meant.

"I can't sleep with Rahul," she added dejectedly, "without having consequences."

We had reached a point in our relationship where we clearly understood what this trip with them meant. Moreover, we could even talk about it -- albeit not in a very open and frank manner yet. Mansi clearly understood that there would be an attempt to resurrect our arrangement, and this time she was hesitant to take the lead as it would have entailed consequences that we would have to deal with our entire life.

I understood her nervousness and took her in my arms. Her face was flush red, embarrassed about having to admit her plight. I lightly kissed her lips and whispered, "Yet you would always desire to sleep with him," and after a little thought added, "perhaps with some *unintended* consequences." I very cleverly stopped a fraction longer on the word *unintended*.

She had a nervous smile but I didn't let her feel embarrassed and kissed her passionately. Breaking the kiss she said, "You don't understand."

"Don't worry about the consequences," I interjected.

"Savor the moment!"

"I can't resist his advances Ajoy," she moaned into my chest.

"I know he is much well-endowed and gives you much more pleasure," I responded very lovingly.

"You don't have to feel embarrassed of admitting your desires," I said very courageously.

"As long as you are not falling in love with him, we have nothing to fear." I added.

She kissed me and in between the kiss said, "You are an ideal husband." Her nervousness had vanished and she seemed to be a little more composed now, given that I almost suggested that she get pregnant from him. She slid her hand into my pajamas and cupped my erection that was painfully concealed in my underwear. Then pulling out my erection, she gave it a very wicked twist, and breaking the kiss said, "And he is an ideal lover," looking straight into my eyes. There was no shame but only pride as she made this statement.

"You only reserve the very best for your wife," she said tracing my lips with her tongue. She was practically drooling; I gulped lot of her saliva as we shared another open mouthed kiss.

"Your best mate to satisfy your wife in bed," she whispered between her kiss and then bit my lower lip. I quickly responded, "If he does the job," while my lower lip was still between her teeth. Hearing my prompt response heightened her excitement and she started nibbling on my lower lip.

"He does a magnificent job," she responded breaking the kiss. I quickly moved my hand inside her panty and inserted my middle finger deep into her vagina. It was soaking wet and I could slide it in with almost no effort.

"I can see the idea excites you," I said playing with her open vulva with my thumb.

"Very much," she moaned into my mouth, "More so during my fertile period," she added tactfully. I latched onto her lips and furiously pumped my penis in her palm. I moved my other hand behind her ass and fingered her puckered hole. It was already wet with her secretions flowing from her vagina and I didn't have much difficultly in titillating her there.

"You seem to be a little more interested in my ass," she said sexily.

"Don't get any ideas; I am reserving it for my lover!"

She was masturbating me as I probed both of her holes. I had already slid my other finger up her asshole up until my knuckle, beyond which I found a little difficult to maneuver. She was breathing heavily as my other had massaged her clit furiously. Pretty soon she was having her orgasm. Towards the end, her anal opening had widened enough for me to see-saw my finger effortlessly. Yet, it was in no way distended to accommodate my penis, much less Rahul's.

Recovering from her orgasm, she asked, "You wouldn't mind if I provided exclusive access to Rahul during my fertile periods, do you?"

"Not if you intend to get pregnant from him," I responded without missing a beat. She smiled and kissed me deeply again. Her kisses were much wetter and longer than usual. She straddled me and positioned my quickly inserted my penis into her lubricated vagina.

"You wouldn't mind if I reserved myself exclusively for Rahul on Friday nights?" she playfully asked bobbing up and down on my penis.

"Not if you make it up following night and I get to bone Rohini," I replied promptly.

"You bastard!" she said.

"You should consider yourself lucky if you ever get me all to yourself after this starts."

"I wouldn't mind as long as you are willing to entertain me in your spare time," I responded pushing my penis deep into her.

"You can definitely count on that," she replied playfully
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND
PART31
. She didn't ride me all the way; instead chose to fellate me. She then gently kneaded my asshole for the first in our life. And then after spending a few minutes sucking on my penis, she did something that totally took me with surprise. She wet her middle finger with her saliva and applied a little more pressure to the entrance. She generously applied her saliva to lubricate the entrance, enough to slide her finger in. I squirmed with pleasure as she did this. It was perhaps too much for me and I climaxed in a matter of couple of minutes after she initiated this. I expected her to swallow my cum as she had done several times for Rahul but she didn't. Instead she let it just rub my sperm smeared penis across her lips.


"I would have swallowed every drop of Rahul's ejaculation," she said with a little smirk as she headed for our bathroom. She turned back and justified, "Part of my mistress duties." As we slid in bed, snuggled against each other, she whispered, "I have not intention of entering the family way, yet."

"So, you better keep that stud away from me."

Next few weeks until we flew to India went in similar fashion. Each night Mansi would test the limits of my desire and my willingness to surrender my breeding privileges to Rahul. As each day passed it seemed clear to me that although Mansi enjoyed our fantasy, she was unwilling to live it. The three weeks in India were spent quite passionately as well. Mansi despite being busy with marriage arrangements never neglected my needs; in fact she would fuck me tirelessly.

Just a day before we were scheduled to fly to Rajasthan, Rohini called and let us know that she wouldn't be able to make the trip due to her mother's health. She encouraged both of us to go ahead with our plans. Mansi and I were surprised with this sudden change of plan but believed Rohini as her mother indeed wasn't well. Rohini called me a little later after Mansi went out with her friends.
"Everything is as per plan," she clarified.

"It wouldn't take much time for Rahul to break her resolve. So, if you have changed your mind, all you need to do is guard her."

"Otherwise let it evolve as per Mansi's desire," she suggested.

Having opened up with Mansi, it was pretty clear that I desired this as much as she did. It was not clear, however, how things would transpire.


We headed to Rajasthan the following day and reached there in the evening. We were there for four night's safari, although the original safari was for seven days. Not surprisingly the safari wasn't terribly crowded and there were several empty tents. Rahul had made the arrangements for us. The tents were quite luxurious. They had a separate bathroom -- quite surprising by Indian standards. There were two beds; each one pretty big for one person but not quite big for two people. There was a small table between the two beds and the beds must have been six feet apart. The tents, although next to each other, were quite secluded.

Having traveled quite some distance during the day to reach to the camp, we decided to rest immediately after having our dinner without attending the evening entertainment program that night. I took the bed closer to the bathroom and in a matter of minutes fell asleep. I must have been asleep for more than couple of hours or so when I suddenly felt Mansi sleeping next to me. She was massaging my penis, which was sporting a stiff erection now.

"Sleepy head," she whispered nuzzling my neck.

"Aren't you supposed to take care of your wife?" she asked sexily.

"Especially on her birthday," she said.

"Were you expecting Rahul to fill in for you?" she teased.

"Your choice," I replied turning my face towards her. She kissed me and forced her tongue deep in my mouth, which I accepted willingly.

"I always need you," she mumbled.

"Who would eat me otherwise?" she reasoned.

"You could use your tongue to prime my pussy for his entry."

"And then later use it to soothe my pussy after he ravages it," she suggested sexily, chuckling at the thought. Mansi was getting bolder and it seemed we had no boundaries now. We enjoyed our fantasies and sexy talk very much -- in the past couple of months there were hardly any sessions where we never engaged in such foreplay.

"Is it time to prime you or soothe you?" I quickly retorted.

"Neither," was her dry reply.

"He had to make do with a blow job," she added.

"In fact, he just relieved himself in my mouth," she said and kissed me again.

"Why is that?" I asked moving my hand inside her panties.

"Until you are willing to raise his children..." I broke her off and fiercely kissed her again.

"You are willing aren't you?" she asked sexily.

"How many do you want?" I asked breathlessly as she was rapidly stroking me. I groaned in pain as she wickedly twisted my penis with her hand.

"He has plans to use me as a cow," she breathed.

"Are you up for it?" I teased her.

"Very much!" was her prompt reply.

The sexy talk went on and we had another torrid session that night. She was clearly in heat and ensured that I wore a condom before penetrating her. We did once more in the morning before embarking on our safari. Our next camp was approximately 14 miles away if we took the actual route. Mansi and Rahul headed with the skilled riders while I stayed back with the amateurs. I wondered if Rahul would cajole her into becoming his mistress during their ride.

The amateur group took an easier and shorter route but even then we reached about an hour later than the first group. We were to rest for couple of hours after lunch and all of us had individual tents almost similar to the original ones we had, albeit a little simpler in design. Regardless, they offered lot of privacy surprisingly. Mansi and Rahul weren't there when I sat down for lunch -- they were already done and perhaps either strolling around or resting in one of our tents. I had instant hard-on thinking about the possibilities. I quickly gulped down my food and rushed to our tent, fully expecting to catch Rahul and Mansi in their act. I tiptoed to our tent and waited outside to confirm if Rahul was inside; not finding anyone I stepped inside. Mansi pulled me inside and latched the door. She looked worked up. Her hair, which usually was neatly tied in a braid, was loose. Most of her shirt buttons were open and I noticed that even her bra was unhooked. And I noticed her face, which was bright red and her lips rosy red with some slimy white stuff smeared on her lips. Before I could figure it out, she pulled me in for a kiss and I realized that it was Rahul's semen. It was perhaps the first time I tasted fresh semen of Rahul. Rahul seemed to have rubbed his penis generously on her lips and Mansi didn't bother or perhaps didn't have time to clean up.

"What happened?" I asked.

"I couldn't fend him off," she replied breathlessly.

"Had to relieve him with a blowjob," she added.

"Now don't waste time, I need some relief too," she said and pushed me onto my knees. She quickly got rid of her breaches and straddled my face. I pleasured her for the next fifteen minutes with my tongue. Having satisfied herself completely, she said, "You don't know how much I miss this."

"Even when he shafts you with his majestic equipment?" I asked nervously.

"Well," she said looking at me while wearing her breaches, "sometimes I do need help with lubrication."

"Don't you folks engage in foreplay?" I asked curiously.

"We do," she said and then pausing for a moment added, "But that only means performing fellatio or rimming him."

"He likes it," she reasoned noticing my disapproval.

"Besides," she added, "that helps me delay intercourse until I am well lubricated and sometime it also hastens his ejaculation."

"Funny isn't it?" she asked tucking in her shirt.

"With you I need to worry about prolonging the act of intercourse. And with him I need to find ways to shorten it," she said chuckling.

"I need to go," she said and kissed me forcefully.

"You are lucky," she said, "This time he could't able to plant his baby in me."

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND
PART31
That evening we had a private cake cutting ceremony in our tent. Mansi enjoyed the moment and was happy to have celebrated her birthday on a safari. Thanking Rahul for fulfilling her dream, she hugged him and even gave a small peck on his lips. After Rahul stepped out, we tidied up a little and then Mansi quickly whispered to me.


"If you hadn't been around, I could have relieved him as a thank you."

"You should have warned me then," I quickly retorted.

"Next time," she replied smiling.

Not having experience with horseback riding, I was sore and wished to take a bath. However, water was scarce in this region, especially hot water, and hence was rationed. We indulged a little more in foreplay before stepping out for evening ceremony. As usual, it was mostly me pleasing her. Although, she did return the favor by taking my penis in her mouth for a short while but didn't conclude it claiming that I would have ejaculated too soon.

Back at the evening ceremony -- singing and dancing shows -- I noticed that Mansi was extremely social with Rahul. Her nervousness around him had vanished. Mansi was sitting in between both of us but to any onlooker, she was Rahul's wife. I was nursing an erection ever since we embarked on the safari, this morning. Having relieved Mansi twice, it seemed unfair that I had to suffer.

A star gazing program was organized that night. The assembly area was some distance away from the tents as the lights in our camp could make it difficult to watch the stars on the horizon. I decided to call it a day giving more time for Mansi and Rahul to intermingle. It was perhaps more in anticipation of watching them do again. I needed some rest before the events would start -- quite hopeful Rahul would nail Mansi tonight. Mansi and Rahul went ahead with their star gazing program. I expected them to be back pretty soon but the big question was whether Mansi would let him mount her and if so would she take a risk of doing it in his tent.

I had been asleep for couple of ours when I woke up with some rustling outside our tent. People were returning from the star gazing program. Soon I heard Mansi and Rahul outside our tent. Ours was the farthest tent in the camp and Rahul's was next to ours. Rahul walked her to our tent and there perhaps he tried to either hug her or kiss her. I wondered if he was trying to accost her to his tent, although, I seriously hoped he wouldn't as my chances of witnessing them in action would vanish immediately.


"Don't," I heard her say, "Someone might catch us." She stepped inside our tent and Rahul followed her. The light emanating from behind our tent allowed me to identify two figures clearly but it wasn't bright enough to reveal their acts. I noticed Rahul hugging her from behind as Mansi moaned and leaned back. She then quickly turned and kissed him, ignoring my presence.

"Ajoy might wake up," she whispered

"Let's do it tomorrow," she said, perhaps hinting at another afternoon session.

"Now, please," she pleaded but kissed him very passionately before turning back towards our bathroom presuming Rahul would leave. I noticed that he didn't and just waited there for Mansi to head towards bathroom for changing her clothes. Rahul carefully latched the door and moved to other end of the tent and waited besides the bathroom door. It was brave of him to take his chance in my presence. I was facing the opposite direction and hence could only sense him standing right next to my bed.

He pounced on Mansi as soon as she stepped out and smothered her yelp with his passionate kiss. Mansi reciprocated but pulled him into the bathroom sensing that I could wake up. Mansi later on confessed what transpired in the bathroom that night. She helped him pee -- an ordeal Rahul enjoyed, especially when there was a chance of getting caught -- and then proceeded to fellate him. Rahul, however, didn't let her finish the job. He made her remove her panties -- she generally doesn't wear her bra to bed -- saying that she wouldn't need them tonight.

Mansi pleaded, as she lay down on her bed, "Please Rahul..."

"Ajoy might wake up."

"He won't," Rahul assured, lying next to her.

I presumed that he might have tried to drug me and that was perhaps why I felt sleepy immediately after dinner. However, the effect didn't last for long.

"Please Rahul," she again pleaded, "Don't jeopardize my career."

"I am helping you," replied Rahul.

"Trust me there is no other way. You have to spread your legs for the black partner of your firm to rise to managerial and executive layer."

"Better lick his asshole," he said chuckling.

"I don't need your advice on that," retorted Mansi.

"Why are you not listening to me," she said frustrated trying to stop his advances.

"Look," she said sternly, "I know what you want."

"When the time comes," she said, her voice quivered, "you can have as many as you want."

"Three more years," she added.

Mansi always hinted the possibility of bearing children for Rahul in our fantasies and role play but we never discussed this beyond our bedroom. It seemed to me that there was a clear understanding between Rahul and Mansi regarding this, which confirmed Rohini's story on why the relationship snapped all of a sudden.

"What about our anniversary?" he asked.

"Aren't you itching to tongue my asshole?" he teased her. It seemed the afternoon session was a hurried one. She responded by kissing him. In the faint light I could see him squeeze her breasts as he kissed her and soon got on top of her. He kissed her breasts and bit her nipple as she groaned in pain. In no time, she slid down and took his penis in her mouth.

"Fuck my mouth," she exhaled.

"Use it as a pussy," she urged him.

"It is my anniversary gift to you!"

I didn't understand what anniversary she was referring to. The very first time she fellated was during the July 4th weekend of 1999 and the second time was during the Millennium New Year celebration. Rohini later on clarified that Mansi made up her mind to accept the proposal on her birthday.

"Are you sure?" he asked in concerned tone.

"Yes," she replied confidently.

I had witnessed during last years valentine day when Rahul fucked her mouth. Now, I had another opportunity to witness him fuck her mouth as he would fuck her pussy. Mansi positioned herself just under him with her legs dangling down the bed. Rahul pinned her hands under his and shoved his penis in her mouth. She had perfectly angled her mouth to ease his penetration with the help of pillow under her head. I witnessed an awesome fucking, although, I could only make out his strokes. He abused her mouth for the next ten minutes. He would alternate with long and deep strokes with rapid strokes, giving her progressively little time to recover. At no time she showed any sign of gagging and neither did she ever request him to stop his onslaught. I only wished I could have witness this in broad day light.

Having satisfied himself, he pulled her up and kissed her passionately.

"That was a splendid gift," he said commending her ability.

"How did you manage it?"

"Talent," was her witty reply. I later learned that she almost skipped her dinner that night in preparation for this act. Mansi perhaps had made up her mind and decided to take this affair to the next level.

"Now, it's my turn to give you a gift," he said and suddenly there was silence. Rahul was still on top of her and I noticed in the dim light that he was grinding his crotch against hers. Mansi moaned and I saw her lift her legs to encircle his butt, pulling him even further. They passionately kissed as this dry humping went on.

Rahul lifted himself up and kneeled between her legs, which were spread wide. Not words were exchanged but I noticed that Mansi's hands were busy stroking his thick penis gently.

"You are practically drooling," Mansi said as she licked her fingers wet with his precum. She stroked his cock a few times, until it was fairly taught and positioned it at the entrance of her vagina. All of this happened in less than couple of minutes but in my mind I played it several thousand times in slow motion that even today I could vividly recollect the actual sequence of events. Mansi winced as Rahul's penis entered her and soon she was moaning continually. Her grunts grew louder with each stroke and it seemed she had almost forgotten about my presence. Fortunately, she was not too loud to wake any of the neighbors.

He penetrated in that position for a little while and then urged her to lift her legs above his shoulders that would allow for much deeper penetration. With each of his thrust, Mansi grunted and winced in pain but it was evident that she longed for it as well. Rahul, for his frail frame, was not only just well endowed but also much fitter to continue pumping her for not less than twenty-five minutes. Finally, after pleasuring Mansi for over thirty minutes, he collapsed on her.

Catching her breath, she said, "Hopefully, I would have a present for you in nine months!"

"Are you pleased?" she asked him lovingly toying with his hair. He didn't respond; having exhausted himself after such a frantic session, it was understandable. As he tried to rollover to her side, she stopped him saying, "Let it soak in a little."

"Impregnating anyone is a pleasure," he responded lazily to her question.

"More so when the lady happens to be gorgeous and someone else's wife," he chuckled. Mansi responded by slapping on his bare bottom playfully.

After a few minutes he lifted himself off her but she didn't let him rollover instead she tugged at him and slid down under him. Rahul instinctively understood and offered his penis for her to suck on. She took his slimy penis in her mouth and deep throated his penis; perhaps sucking every last bit of his semen into her mouth.

Mansi then altered her position to pleasure his anus; Rahul only moaned in response. I presumed she would do it only for a minute or so but she continued on for another five minutes. Hearing Rahul moan, I longed for that experience as well but neither Mansi nor Rohini would ever return that favor.

They quickly wrapped up and Rahul left after tidying himself. At the door, she gave him a light peck on his lips and grabbing his crotch said, "Although you are a Stud, you would need a few more turns before planting your seed!" She hinted towards a possibility of another session tomorrow night or perhaps in the afternoon.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND
PART32
Mansi locked the door behind him and tiptoed inside. I presumed she was heading towards the bathroom to clean herself before going to bed. Then quite surprisingly her hand sneaked under my blanket and cupped my stiff erection. She knew that I was awake. It startled me but then I quickly regained composure and turned to look back at her; my heart was beating frantically and my lips were parched. She planted her lips on mine and waited for me to reach out; perhaps she wasn't sure if I would want to kiss her immediately after she rimmed him. I didn't disappoint her.


She lay next to me fondling my erection and sucking on my lips. Breaking the kiss, she asked, "Did you enjoy the show?"

"Very much," I blurted in response.

"Do you like me being a slut for him?" was her next question. I responded by kissing her passionately.

"Show me how much you like it," she whispered climbing up on me. She sat astride my chest making me realize how much Rahul must have cum in her; her panty was practically soaking with mixture of their juices. She hesitantly moved forward until her pelvic area was almost near my face. She was still supporting herself taking little support of my chest. She let me take the next step and I made an effort to get closer to her vaginal opening. However, because of the awkward position I couldn't reach her nether from where pungent smell was emanating.

"Do you smell it?" she asked in shaky voice, lifting herself over my face. It was out of world experience for me as even with Rohini I had never got a chance to smell or taste such a freshly fucked pussy. I breathed in the pungent aroma, which acted as an aphrodisiac now. As I gently nuzzled her panty covered pussy, my nose became wet with their secretions.

"That's the smell of a well-endowed stud," she moaned as I showered her with gentle kisses.

"Taste it," she urged. I opened up my lips and let me tongue sneak out to taste remnants of their mating. She let me take a few licks for a few moments and then ground her crotch on my open mouth and my nose. The slimy stuff had descended on my mouth and nose now and there was plenty of the gooey stuff. She moved the gusset of her underwear with her one hand and with other she pulled my face up closer to her crotch to give me complete access to her well-fucked and lubricated vagina.

"Lick it all!"

"Get used it," she urged as I slid my tongue between the folds of her distended pussy. I had eaten her several times in (almost) five years of marriage but I never felt her so stretched out. The only time I had sensed her to be a little loose was when I paid a surprise visit on her birthday last year.

"You might find my pussy in this state more often than not," she seethed as I nibbled on her clit.

"Now that you have given him a free pass," she added. I was busy cleaning up her messy pussy while she continued her blabbering. It was an erotic experience for both of us and I found her responding to even simplest of my tongue strokes. After I had cleaned up completely, having devoured every last bit of his semen from her pussy, she twirled her gusset inside out and asked me to clean it up.

"Don't waste his precious semen," she said. I didn't resist and licked her very wet gusset free of his semen. She then slid back on top of me and planted a very hot kiss on my lips again.

"Perfect husband," she complimented.

"Allowing a deserving stud to mate and impregnate his beautiful wife," she said jerking my penis.

"How was it?"

"Living your fantasy?" she clarified.

"Were you in your fertile period?" I asked surprised, although I did believe she was.


"Very near," she responded.

"Don't worry," she assured, "He practically hosed me with his semen and then there are two more nights," she said.

"I would certainly be carrying his baby!" she said with a chuckle.

"Isn't that what you wanted?" she quizzed me.

"I thought he would just get a chance," I mumbled confused about how to handle this conversation.

"And I knew he would capitalize on it," she retorted.

"Are you having second thoughts?" she asked concerned with my response.

"A little," I replied honestly.

"Although, I have harbored this fantasy ever since the first time we swapped spouses," I exhaled for the first time confessing my secret desire for her to be impregnated by a well-endowed stud.

"It is weird, I still have hard-on thinking about it," I blurted.

"Trust me, it has a similar effect on me," she replied.

"Do you wish to be impregnated by him?" I asked expecting an honest reply from her.

"Yes it is one of my favorite fantasies," she reluctantly admitted.

"However, I am as reluctant as you are," she added.

"Yet you let him impregnate you," I retorted.

"Look at this," she said pointing to my stiff erection.

"We are discussing a delicate and sensitive issue, yet you have a hard on," she teased.

"NO! It was you who let him impregnate me!"

"And that too in your presence!" she said emphatically.

"Didn't you enjoy it?" she asked.

"It was THE most erotic experience," I honestly replied.

"Unfortunately it does have consequences," she said and kissed me passionately.

"We still have a chance," she said in her sexy voice.

"You would have to pay the price, though," she warned.

"If you are lucky, I wouldn't miss my periods."

"What's your plan?" I asked curiously.

"Well I am wearing a diaphragm," she said.

"Really?" I asked her surprised by her preventive measure.

"Don't get excited," she cautioned.

"I have not used spermicidal; you wouldn't have liked the taste," she chuckled.

"So, what is the deal?" I asked eagerly.

"If you don't want me to get pregnant, then," she said pausing for a moment and then added, "You would have to refrain from having intercourse with me."

"Intercourse could easily spread his semen and even dislocate the diaphragm," she argued.

"That's unfair," I complained.

"He gets to screw you and I don't," I added.

"Well, you have given him a free pass."

"Who am I to stop him?" she shrugged.

"Are you going to use spermicidal?" I asked realizing the chances of pregnancy are significantly higher if that cream was not used.

"NO," was her emphatic response.

"Remember, we need to offer him a reasonable chance for the experience to be erotic."

"Moreover, I don't like the taste of it and neither would you like," she added.

"So, for all practical purposes you could even sleep in his tent," I retorted.

"Not really!" she replied teasingly.

"I still need you. Besides, it is more exciting when he is screwing your wife in your bed."

"Isn't it?"

"There is an alternative," she said snapping me out of my thoughts.

"You get to screw me provided you wear five condoms and..." her words trailed.

"Five?" I asked stunned by her request.

"If you want me to feel you in this state then I would need that many," she said humiliating me.

"And what?" I asked.

"You have to remove the diaphragm. Smear his remnants all over your condom and then penetrate me," she said in her sexy voice.

"In other words help him impregnate you?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied shyly.

"You are so mean," I responded and we jostled on the bed. I got on top of her and pinned her down as I sat astride on her. "Is this how you let him fuck your mouth," I said as I positioned my penis on her lips. She turned her face and said, "That privilege is only reserved for my Bulls."

"My Bulls?"

"What Bulls?" I asked teasingly.

"Ones who are well-endowed," she said emphasizing that word, "and rightly deserving to father my children," she added to tease me.

"How many do you have?" I asked.

"Right now just one."

"What was that talk about black partner from your firm?" I asked getting serious. I moved on top of her.

"You don't need to worry about him," she quickly replied.

"He is old enough to be my father!"

While we were having this lengthy discussion, Mansi was constantly keeping me on the edge by stroking my penis every now and then. I knew I had to play along if Mansi had to fulfill my fantasy. However, some of her requests were rather odd and I didn't quite understand how to respond to them.

"You need only worry about the stud sleeping in the next tent," she said giving my penis a wicked twist. I was positioned on top of her but hadn't lowered myself on her and she had a vicious grip on my member and had made sure that it was facing away from her entrance.

"Aren't you forgetting our deal," she reminded me as I tried to position myself on her for entering her.

"I can't choose between the two," I complained, "Both of them are equally painful."

"What would you prefer?" I asked.

"I might as well please you," I reasoned.

"Are you saying this honestly?" she asked me.

"Yes."

She thought about this for a little while I kissed her and very hesitantly said, "You have the potential to become a perfect husband," and then whispered, "While I have the potential to become his perfect mistress."

"It would be perfect gift for our anniversary," she said referring to their anniversary. I knew what she was suggesting and had the urge to accede to her request. I kissed her and quickly got a few condoms from my bag. Mansi helped me put them on and insisted that they have to be five.

"When I asked why?"

"Because you are allowing him to impregnate me five times," she joked. She helped me remove her diaphragm, which I found with a little difficulty. To her incredulity, I quickly smeared it across my condom and mounted her. After a few strokes, I realized that the additional condoms would help me in delaying my ejaculation. Even with the layers of condom, I could not prolong my ejaculation more than seven minutes; but that was enough for Mansi to have another orgasm. When I was very close to my ejaculation, Mansi pulled me for a very hot kiss and lifted her legs on top of my bum restricting my motion, perhaps in an attempt to prolong the session.

"Do you realize," she whispered as my strokes slowed down.

"You have no chance of reaching my cervix while Rahul always enters it."

"Rahul may have already dislodged the diaphragm from its place," she added.

"And now you are driving his seed further," she whispered into my ears and nibbled on my ears. The sexy talk was having an effect on me and I had increased my tempo significantly despite pressure of her legs on my back.

"Do you know what that makes you?" she asked in her low soft voice.

"A cuckold," she whispered as I rammed into her one last time and ejaculated inside five layers of condom.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND
PART33
Both of us went to bed exhausted after our marathon session. The word 'cuckold' resonated in my ears several times as I fell asleep. In the morning she admitted that she was almost in her fertile week but probably couple of days away from entering the peak period.


The next morning just before we parted our ways for the next days journey, Mansi hugged me and quickly whispered, "Don't be too late, I should have more stuff to feed you."

I didn't disappoint her. The ride was much pleasant and leisurely compared to the previous days ride. In fact, we were supposed to return back to our original camps for lunch, as we were just sight seeing in that area. I reached much earlier that day for lunch, a little ahead of other folks. At the camp, people decided to take a little break before having their lunch as it was mostly deserted. I carefully walked towards our tent not sure what to expect. When I heard soft moans and grunts of Mansi outside our tent, I knew I was too early. They seemed to be in the last act and pretty soon Rahul ejaculated inside her. I couldn't hear much of their conversation as the tent was fairly sound proof. Mansi dressed up before Rahul left as she still wasn't expecting me. I surprised her as soon as Rahul was out of sight. We kissed each other frantically right as soon as we shut the door close.

"I am practically dripping with his stuff," she said as she led me to our bed. I was stunned when I saw the state of her pussy in the day light. It was visibly distended and bright red in color and was full of his semen. She had another orgasm as I lapped her up and cleaned her completely. Mansi, however, didn't let me have intercourse with her as I didn't have any condoms left. She offered to fellate me instead and gave me one of her best blow jobs. As expected she didn't let me flood her mouth but instead let me ejaculate in her kerchief. As we parted our ways for the afternoon ride, I realized that there were no more condoms and perhaps that was the reason why she insisted on five condoms last night. I remember that in some of our earlier sessions she had hinted at the possibility of offering exclusive access to Rahul during her fertile period. She was, perhaps, just exercising that fantasy of hers. Having relieved myself, I admired beautiful sights and monuments that afternoon.

Mansi again spent most of her evening with Rahul and not surprisingly quite a few of our fellow tourists believed she was his wife. I observed that Mansi was acting a little more affectionately than usual and I even saw them kissing in the darkness between two tents. The entertainment program ended quickly as there was another star gazing program that night. I soon joined Mansi inside our tent, where she immediately pounced on me. The star gazing program was supposed to start in about half an hour; so we had some time to indulge in a little session. She was in a hot mood and spent a lot of time kissing while stroking my penis, which seemed to become a norm.

"Are you certain you wouldn't mind raising Rahul's kid?" she asked breaking the kiss.

"Almost," I replied trying not to disappoint her.

"If you are not sure," she said, "then maybe I should start using the spermicidal and perhaps resume my pills once we get back.

"I didn't say that," I interrupted.

"You have to be honest," she urged me.

"Well, is it going to stop at just one?" I asked a rhetorical question.

"It is not going stop until I deliver Rohini's share as well," she chuckled.

"I knew if this continued we would be forced to make difficult decisions."

"You have already opened the can of worms!"

Rohini warned me about the possibility of having to raise Rahul's children. Rahul would have certainly expected two children from Mansi and I had already resigned to that fate of mine. It seemed, Mansi was aware of Rohini's grand plans and perhaps even tacitly supported her. I couldn't blame Mansi, though, after all, it was her who had terminated the arrangement.

"What are you suggesting?" I asked her earnestly.

"Rahul isn't quite sure if he would get ample opportunities with me," she started.

"So, he would try to impregnate me as soon as an opportunity arises.

"If he is assured that he would get two children for sure from me then he would be willing to plan for them," she said.

"What are you saying?" I asked her to be clear.

"I am saying we let Rahul impregnate me with the first one or the first two ones and then you take a third one," she clarified.

"How do you propose to do that?" I asked.

"Leave it to me!"

"All you do is refraining from intercourse with me during my fertile period," she said casually.

"That way, I am certain that he has 100% chance," she clarified.

"You have become very wicked," I said teasing her. I knew this would be the mostly likely solution and didn't mind the fact that Rahul would get to impregnate her before me. She kissed me passionately and softly whispered as she stroked my stiff penis, "Friday nights are reserved exclusively for my Bull." She resumed our foreplay with a fierce kiss; she was in extremely hot mood, now that she almost had permission to conceive from Rahul. Within minutes she pushed me to kneel down as she pulled down her pajamas and lay back on the bed.

"Prepare me for him," she said guiding my face towards her pussy. This was an important ordeal for her; she had talked about this several times in her fantasy but this was the first time I was actually enacting it. It turned out that I was always engaged in foreplay with her before she went for a session with Rahul. I never detested this part; in fact this act of humiliation always excited me and kept me on the edge most of the time. It was the second act, which entailed cleaning her up that I found sometimes objectionable because of the bitter taste; although, Rahul's semen was much better tasting than mine.

I pleasured her for over ten minutes and we were pretty close to the time when the folks would start leaving for the star gazing program. Mansi was completely lubricated and ready for Rahul now as her juices were overflowing in anticipation.

"Remove the diaphragm now," she suggested. In no time I fished out slimy diaphragm from her vagina; it was sticky with Rahul's semen and when I saw that I realized there was little chance of Mansi missing her next period.

"You may go for star gazing program," she suggested and, "Please take your time, don't be back early."

It was a repeat of yesterday after I returned back from the program. Mansi was still in his tent when I returned so I had to take a short walk for her to be back. Rahul had hosed her again and I dutifully cleaned it all up. If that wasn't enough she woke me in the morning to prepare her for her morning session with him. The following night there was a romantic program for couples to go watching full moon on camel ride. Mansi, for sure, opted to go out with Rahul and more important they rode on the same camel. Not only that but she also decided to spend the entire night with him. It was her way of signaling her acceptance to Rahul's proposal of becoming his mistress for life and agreement to bear him two children. I was for once relieved that things didn't have to be surreptitious now that Mansi had openly accepted their proposal. Things, however, moved too fast for my taste. Mansi decided to spend another two days alone with Rahul at Udaipur while I had to still feign to her family that we were staying together during those two days. Not only that but back home, we had to fabricate another lie about how the camera rolls got lost since there were hardly any photographs of us together. In fact, apart from a handful of moments where we were together, she was mostly with Rahul. Mansi had a private photo album, which had loads of their snaps together on this vacation, pretending to be newly wedded couple. For Mansi this was special since she believed this was the first time she cuckolded me as every other time she felt it was only swinging. It was also special because she conceived our first daughter while on this trip. Rahul did manage to impregnate her in his very first attempt after Mansi extended the trip by couple of days since she was at the peak of her fertility then.

Rohini was thrilled with the news of our acceptance to her proposal. I conveyed the news after our safari trip while Mansi and Rahul were off to Udaipur on their private honeymoon. Rohini and I spent time on the Internet chatting about the recent episodes and the consequences of our acceptance to the proposal. She shared that Mansi had informally accepted the proposal before embarking on the trip to Rajasthan as she was fairly confident that I wouldn't object to the arrangement. In fact, Mansi had consulted her physician for advice on starting a family and also made arrangements for the Udaipur trip before traveling to India. Mansi showed the signs of her acceptance quite openly after her first night with Rahul during the trip. Most folks at the Safari mistook her to Rahul's wife. The two days I stayed away from Mansi were brutal; my mind was flooded with negative thoughts. Fortunately, the thoughts were of losing Mansi to Rahul and not about agreeing to the mistress proposal.

I went to chat with Rohini the evening before Mansi was supposed to arrive. She wanted to chat in the evening instead of night time, after having dinner. At the cafe, I thought of discussing my predicament with her. After a few preliminaries, Rohini started.


"What are your plans for her when she gets back?" "Nothing we should be boarding the flight as soon as she arrives," I responded. We had a flight around noon.

"Oh, poor boy," wrote Rohini, "wouldn't you love to peruse her well-used body?" I was getting excited at the very thought of meeting her after she consummated her relationship with Rahul as his mistress. Although, Rahul was not particular about not leaving any tell-tale signs on her, I wasn't sure if he would continue the tradition now that it was an official engagement. Many a times I wondered if Rahul loved just having sex with her or he had an ulterior motive. It was clear that Mansi and Rohini enjoyed the psychological aspects far more than the actual act itself. Rahul always liked to be the first one to mount her and Mansi always honored his wish. It wasn't clear if he cared whether Mansi cleaned up before having sex with me or that she reserved special privileges only for him.

"As a matter of fact, I would," I wrote her back.

"Would you think he would leave any signs for me," I asked wanting to know if Rahul had any similar psychological desires.

"Not intentionally," replied Rohini.

"However, the best mark," she said, "or rather a scar must have already taken root in her womb."

"Are you certain?" I asked as she seemed to be fairly confident about this. Getting a woman pregnant needs a lot of things to happen at the same time and hence I wasn't sure if it would happen the very first time - although I would have certainly liked it that way.

"Mansi is in her prime and Rahul is a virile man," she reasoned.

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

"Really?" I asked stunned by her revelation.

"All he did was to screw her a few times during her fertile period and she ended up getting pregnant."

"That's a long story, anyway," she finished.

"Now," she said, "If your first question was to get more information on whether Rahul enjoys bedding your wife," interpreting my motive behind the question, "then the answer is he does."

"He certainly would enjoy bedding such a gorgeous woman but the fact that she is his close friend's wife does add a little spice to his rendezvous with her."

"Are you saying that he doesn't get a kick out of screwing his best friend's wife?" I asked.

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

"It seems to be the only thing that drives Mansi, though," she added.

"I would let you in a secret if you can keep it," she said.

"Sure, you can count on me," I quickly answered.

"Anything kinky you witness or experience with her is mostly her idea."

"She has mended her fantasy with yours to arrive at a perfect balance that would please both of you."

"I thought those were your wicked thoughts," I said.

"I certainly showed her the path but it was her idea to tread the path. Not mine."

"What's interesting is that she found a few of her own detours on the way."

"However, don't worry her intention is only to maximize your pleasure from this relationship; nothing more."


"Rohini," I asked, "I am a little worried."

"About what?"

"About losing Mansi," I responded

"What are you talking about?" she asked surprised. She knew how much I enjoyed Mansi's acceptance to her proposal.

"Are you sure," I asked, "Mansi wouldn't mind staying married to someone like me?"

"Of course," she responded.

"Mansi loves you and she knows you did this for her," she reasoned.

"What if she falls in love with Rahul?"

"No way!"

"Mansi is wiser than that."

"Besides, she is getting the best that Rahul has to offer."

"Why are you worried?"

"Don't know. I can't reason it," I said.

"You seem to be stressed."

"Is it because she is away from you for the first time?" asked Rohini.

"Actually, this is the second time," she corrected herself.

"First time was while you were stuck in India due to visa issues," she explained.

"I know," I responded.

"You should get used to it now," she added.

"Once she gets pregnant she might have to start servicing yet another bull," added Rohini.

"What?" I asked surprised.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND
PART34
"Yes," she started, "a black partner at Mansi's firm has taken interest in her." I recollected Mansi's talk about black partner with Rahul and realized that it wasn't meant to just titillate me.


"Are you serious?" I asked.

"He is waiting for an opportunity to mount your wife."

"Really?" I asked.

"Certainly and Mansi is willing."

"Is it to advance her career?" I asked.

"Yes but that's only part of the reason."

"Rahul might have to travel frequently and hence may not be available for her always." It was not something that I wanted to hear as we were extending our boundaries beyond what I had initially intended. We were in a reasonable position financially and I hoped to do much better in the coming years at my firm. There were simply too many complications with what Mansi was planning. We discussed a little more about this new affair that Mansi was contemplating. The black partner had a soft corner for her from the beginning.

"Don't worry," said Rohini.

"It might be sporadic affair, if at all." she added.

"Mansi never discussed this with me," I complained.

"Well," she said, "she doesn't need your approval for such things."

"Trust me; you have nothing to worry if you don't interfere in her affairs."

"Encourage her to mate with her bulls on a frequent basis and you should be fine."

“But……I don’t know that guy and he is a black”

I tried to show my concern.

Rohini wrote "Oh dear Trust her instincts."

"She would choose the most appropriate ones to father your children," she added with a smiley.

"Prove to her that you are the best husband she could ever have."

Then, Rohini briefly touched upon the follow-up part of the promise that she made early. She assured me that as early as next month, I might get to taste Dolly because she told Rohini that her husband is going to a long business tour next month..

Fortunately, Rahul's attitude towards me didn't change and he still treated me as a good friend. Lot of changes happened in our life after that Rajasthan tour, though. Rahul started staying over at our place during the week days when I wasn't around. Sometimes, both Mansi and Rahul opted to stay at the apartment where Rahul was put up mostly during week days, especially if they had lot of work. Mansi spent all her Fridays with Rahul and let me entertain Rohini on those days. However, Rahul and Rohini were particular about not overstaying at our place and encroaching on our lives by spending the weekends away from us most of the time. Naturally, there were instances when we would spend a weekend together, which usually meant lot of creampie and sloppy seconds for me.
(LAST PART IS COMING)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND
PART35
I always wondered if Mansi knew a lot more than I did about Rohini's plans and decided to ask her one day. It was on our anniversary after I had cleaned up her cum soaked panty and pussy. She was three months pregnant and had started showing up. She honestly narrated the plan and how things had transpired. Although, I knew some aspects of the plan, which Mansi didn't know and hence could say that she didn't hide anything but just skimmed on certain aspects. For the benefit of the reader, I am including the details that Mansi either omitted or wasn't aware of.


It started the day Rahul laid his eyes on Mansi after she came to the US. Since we had been away after our honeymoon for quite some time, Mansi decided to dress up as a newly wedded wife while coming to the US. She had the mehndi in her hands and feet and she wore plenty of bangles in her hands. And the day we got together to celebrate our wedding, she was simply irresistible. Rahul had seen her during our college days but back then she was just a teenage girl and now she looked splendid as a newly married woman.

While she was never frail or thin, she certainly was a lot thinner compared to what she was when she came to the US after our marriage. Hours of studying and not much work made her put on a little weight in the right places. Mansi in her bridal wear was too hard to resist and it didn't take long for Rahul to realize that Mansi had the potential to be his ideal mistress.

To Rahul a perfect mistress was one who could provide plenty of mating opportunities without the associated liabilities. After his marriage to Rohini, he had three prolonged affairs; one of them came pretty close to breaking his marriage with Rohini. That's when he learnt that it was better to have affairs with married women. Even Rohini encouraged him realizing that she could never fulfill his lust alone.

Rohini concurred with Rahul's assessment and agreed to support him if he decided to pursue Mansi. Mansi was extremely young, not even twenty-one, beautiful and had perfect figure. Rahul was pursuing a white colleague of his, who incidentally was in middle thirties, at that time but Rohini insisted that he focus on Mansi instead. She knew it would not be easy to seduce Mansi into such a relationship but felt that it could be a life-long affair if he did manage to seduce her. To her rational mind there were several benefits. Firstly, a younger woman, especially in her early twenties, naturally has high libido and consequently is more willing in the bedroom. Secondly, a younger woman has age on her side and doesn't have to hurry up entering the family way and hence promiscuity can be tolerated.

Rahul and Rohini never intended to have an open relationship that eventually panned out. It was more behind my back kind of relationship with Mansi. Neither did they anticipate the affair involving pregnancy. In fact, that is one of the reason they felt that it could be easier to continue affair with Mansi because we didn't have any plans of entering family way until she was nearing 30. However, Rohini did size up Mansi from that regard and was extremely pleased with Mansi's potential. Mansi always had a sturdy figure and her lower portion -- waist, hips, and legs -- was particularly strong. In the language of Kama Sutra, although Mansi is a Mare and her proper pairing is with a Bull, she could accommodate a Horse and hence her pairing with Rahul would be pleasurable to her. In the Yarraman-story language, although Belle was a normal horse, she could accommodate the legendary Clydesdale stallion Yarraman. Rohini had also noted that Mansi had wider pelvic bones that could make it easier to deliver babies, even potentially larger ones.

Although Rahul flirted with Mansi on every possible occasion, he couldn't make much breakthrough and had almost given up when Rohini intervened. In the ensuing next eighteen months, Rohini formed a very strong bond with Mansi and in the process brainwashed her.


In the first couple of months, Rohini and Mansi were comfortable enough to discuss their episodes. Rohini would ask probing questions to understand our sex-life better -- how long our sessions lasted, how frequently we did, what positions, etc. It is around this time Rohini introduced Mansi to the sexual prowess of Rahul. It was true that Rahul demanded sex from Rohini almost every night and the weekend sessions were especially longer. Given that I was on a consulting job and had to travel on a weekly basis, we could never do it more than four times a week. Moreover, Mansi too was busy with higher studies. Nevertheless, Rohini managed to convince Mansi that she deserved a lot more than what she was getting.

Mansi knew that she was beautiful and could have had her pick if she wanted to marry someone else. Rohini convinced Mansi that since she was incredibly beautiful she deserved the right to mate with anyone she wished. She insisted that the parameters to choose an ideal husband were drastically different from the parameters to choose an ideal mate. Most ordinary woman wouldn't go terribly wrong following the ideal husband criteria's. However, beautiful women such as Mansi needed a two-prong strategy. Mansi was successful in securing a good husband, who was loving and able to support her throughout her life. Rohini suggested that she move onto the second part of strategy in securing an ideal mate.

Although, Mansi didn't take these discussions seriously, it did wet her appetite for sex. According to Rohini, Mansi deserved to be mounted everyday; otherwise she is wasting her youth. Rohini encouraged her evaluate one of her batch mates. Till this point, Mansi had not shown much interest in Rahul. Rahul was pretty ordinary looking guy and very thin for his height and age. It was only after Rohini started justifying when she deserved more by explaining the number of times they did, which was around 5-6 times a week. Her interest peaked after Rohini confessed that Rahul was rather well endowed and was extremely virile despite his ordinary looks and frail frame.

As the months progressed, Mansi's interest in Rahul increased, although she didn't believe Rohini. Mansi gradually started believing that she deserved a lot more than what I could offer in the bedroom. Moreover, Rohini convinced her that unless she sampled other men, she wouldn't know for sure what she was missing. Rohini more or less convinced Mansi that sampling Rahul may not be a bad idea since Rahul was well endowed and had insatiable appetite for sex. Moreover, Rohini always had difficulty in accommodating Rahul and would rather catch up on sleep than get screwed by him.

Mansi was not willing to cheat on me, so they had to devise another way. That is when they decided to test waters by trying the spouse-swapping-for-an-evening episode. However, when things looked to happen, Mansi hesitated a little and was not sure if she wanted to take the next step. Rohini promised to pair Rahul with her only if Mansi promised to be a willing participant. At the very least, she insisted that Mansi should provide free access to her boobs and return his kisses. Rohini threatened to pair her with Vinit, the most docile, and the least equipped amongst the three, if she didn't agree. Mansi agreed realizing that it could be her only chance to sample someone else. Rohini made her promise that if she felt Rahul was well-endowed, large enough to satisfy her, she should fellate him and relieve him before the end of the movie. Mansi decided to act sluttish since Rahul wasn't aware of the understanding between Rohini and her. She wore a saree and didn't wear brassiere but wore panty, just in case they decide to fuck, his cum should not seep down her legs.

As promised by Rohini, Rahul was well-endowed. His penis was almost twice as long as mine and too her utter surprise it was twice as thick as well. As an acceptance of her approval, she not only decided to fellate him but also decided to let him flood her mouth. However, Rahul had far too much control to ejaculate within half an hour.

Having tasted it once, the allure of having an ideal bed mate was hard for her to resist. Rohini proposed the idea of becoming his mistress at this time. Mansi liked the idea but not with any strings attached.

A mistress's first duty was to pleasure her master, which she didn't object. However, the other requirements that she place him on a higher pedestal and attend to his needs before her husbands and be ever ready to mate with him, regardless of the time and place were something she couldn't accept easily. As days passed she even accepted these two requirements whole heartedly. Rohini cunningly added the third part of the agreement that a perfect mistress would willingly honor and that was of bearing children for her master. Since Mansi was already married, this requirement demanded her to provide plenty of impregnating opportunities to Rahul. Rohini suggested, a perfect mistress would not only provide such fruitful mating opportunities but also ensure her master gets an unfair advantage.

Mansi in all fairness didn't want to cheat on me. She knew that even if I was onboard with open relationship proposed, I wouldn't be aware of all the conditions attached and hence declined Rohini's offer. However, as days passed Rahul kept hitting on her trying to corn her to become his mistress. Around this time he shared his recurring dream about Yarraman and Belle.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DIARY OF A CUCKOLD HUSBAND
LAST PART
Rohini had already adopted a two-prong strategy, convincing both Mansi and I, realizing that Mansi wouldn't be willing to cheat on me. Her efforts intensified and she encouraged me to reduce the frequency of sex in order to increase Mansi's frustrations. Of course, Mansi wasn't probably aware of this at that time and perhaps still isn't. Realizing that Mansi wouldn't relent, Rohini changed her strategy a little. Her initial argument hinged very strongly on Mansi being beautiful and hence deserving a satiating sex life. She added another hinge to support her argument. She very subtly suggested that some husbands fantasized about sharing their wives with other men and more often than not the other men happen to be much well-endowed in their fantasies. The only two people who voted for that soft-partner-swapping arrangement were Rahul and I. Rohini argued that Rahul wanted more chances with her and hence voted for it but questioned my approval for the scheme. She argued that I had a stunningly beautiful wife and hence the desire to mate with other wives was ruled out. Instead, she hinted that I subconsciously desired to witness my wife taken by a well-endowed man. On one front, Rohini was putting these thoughts in her mind and on the other end she was manipulating me to encourage her to embrace the open relationship.


Mansi eventually relented realizing that I wasn't averse to the idea of sharing my wife with Rahul. She agreed to the first two conditions but never talked about the third one as we didn't intend to enter the family way in the near future. She knew that things wouldn't last forever unlike what Rohini and Rahul thought and hence convinced me of having an open relationship rather than partner-swapping arrangement that was voted on. As time progressed she truly started enjoying sex with him and voluntarily allowed him some special privileges and did things for him that she never did with me.

She willingly rimmed him whenever he desired and on some occasions when it could have been unhygienic to do so. She let him ejaculate wherever he desired, most often in her mouth and sometimes even on her breasts. She would let Rahul fuck her mouth, which Rohini never allowed.

Mansi was already obeying her first duty as a mistress by performing certain acts that she wouldn't do for me. Towards the end of our stay, perhaps after I got a job, she took her second duty a little seriously and indulged in risky behavior several times. Her second duty entailed showing that she indeed attended to Rahul's needs before mine. She had been doing this quite early on as well by satisfying Rahul, on those nights where she worked from home, before initiating sex with me. Mansi took this a step forward and showed that even on special occasions she was willing to attend to Rahul's needs before her husbands.

She started this on her birthday -- apparently Rohini had already shared with her the news that would be arriving on the night before her birthday. She not only pleased Rahul before pleasing me but also made sure that she retained all the signs of a used body by not washing before heading to her husband. This was another of Rohini's theory that her used body and smell of someone else's semen on her should drive me crazy and the sex should be electrifying. It was indeed true in my case as some of the best sessions we had were after I had suspected that she had been with Rahul just before. She became a little more enterprising and with the help of Rohini and ensured that Rahul got to fuck her before me on our wedding anniversary. I never realized that she did and hence presumed that she cleaned up after the episode.

Fulfilling her third duty was quite some distance away and Mansi was skeptical about that happening. When Rahul suggested that she should consider starting a family, she knew that things would end pretty soon. Rohini understood that Mansi would never offer such a privilege to Rahul until she knew that I wouldn't mind it. Mansi was wary about the ramifications but that didn't stop her from desiring to be bred him, which grew by each passing encounter with Rahul. Rohini hinted that Ajoy wouldn't mind it if she was willing but Mansi needed to be sure. And pretty soon the affair ended after we moved out of their place.

The affair could have ended for good if I had not worked to reinitiate it. Mansi was not aware of my role in setting up things yet. Rohini knew that it was only time before I agreed to accept the consequences of an ongoing relationship with them and this alternative was better than having Mansi cheat on me. Mansi's reasoning to stop the affair with Rahul was based on the fact that she couldn't handle pills. All of us believed this but in reality she had no such problem.

Although, Mansi wasn't willing to take it to the next step, she subconsciously wished that circumstances would force her to fulfill her third duty. However, if she was on pills then it would be unlikely to happen and hence she decided to stop taking the pills. Her idea was if in between she succumbed to Rahul's advances for whatever reasons; there was a very high chance of her ending up pregnant. In fact that was the hint she gave it to Rahul on the dance floor. If Yarraman believed he was worthy of breeding Belle, then he should precisely do that. Rahul never took that clue or rather not opted to take that route.

Finally, the only way out was to convince Mansi that I was not averse to the idea of her bearing children for Rahul. Rohini managed to do that during the Rajasthan trip.

I was a little surprised with Mansi's decision to stop taking the pills, initially but as time passed things became clearer. It, of course, helped her in ending the arrangement. However, as mentioned earlier, it also kept the door open for such a possibility, especially if Rahul tried to take undue advantage of our earlier arrangement. Her master plan that eluded all of us was to eliminate a contraceptive measure accessible to any woman. Rahul hated condoms, so she guessed, if this ever were to start again, there was a high chance of getting pregnant from him.
Anyway, now Mansi was pregnant with her first one and we were all set on a fascinating journey.

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This story deserves an OSCAR !!!! An oscar for the BEST EROTIC STORY EVER.....and must be put in the HALL OF FAME !!!

[Ramesh_Rocky]

ONE FINE DAY

PART1

Just a foot away my extremely beautiful wife Sujata was sleeping soundly. Her lovely globes were quiet a sight trying to escape out of her night gown. There was a pure innocence on her beautiful face and she
was sleeping beside me, her husband, without any worries what so ever. But for me, sleep was just out of sight. I lit another cigarette and my mind was on turmoil but my eyes never left the sight off Sujata's beautiful and inocent face. "No it's unbelievable, she can't be!!"

Earlier during that day in the afternoon as Sujata was out in the market, I suddenly required my property papers and after searching everywhere I remembered that it was in my wife's suitcase. So I opened the suitcase and found my wifes old mobile phone which she told me was lost somehow. It was on and kept silent. Curiously I checked the phone book of that mobile and found only one number is stored against the name xxx. I tried to check it’s SMS inbox and while checking the old SMS’s I got the biggest shock of my life, I found some SMS’s that came from the name xxx to my beloved wife Sujata. Those SMS’s were all like short love letters, "Lovely Sujata, the Sari you wore yesterday was really lovely and the fitting of the blouse was really sexy." And so on. I went on reading all the SMS’s and found it seems that she daily wore her dresses of his choices and all 5 SMS’s were written just last week. "No it can't be, its only one way". I thought lots of guys in India do this. They don't have the courage to face women. So they some how collect their fevarite one’s mobile no and write love letter like SMS’s to take chances. If it works all right, otherwise there is no harm to them.

But it can be harmful for some long happy married life. As after 12 years of beautiful married life I was in turmoil. Because we were having a very frank relationship and we shared everything with each other even shared our wildest fantasies while in bed to boost our sex life, then why on earth she didn't tell me about these SMS’s. Then certainly I heard some one coming near the door so I quickly put the mobile back in the suitcase.

Now Sujata was sleeping soundly and my mind working very fast. The content of the last SMS suddenly came back in my mind, "Darling I am successful in making friendship with your hubby and I think soon he will invite me to your house and I am waiting eagerly for that moment when I will be so close to you that I can smell the beautiful fragrance of your lovely sexy body." Friendship with me??? Oh yes - Now everything was crystal clear in my mind. There is a house in our neibhourhood where few college students lived together on rent and one of them named Sudesh had accidentally became my friend - but now I knew that it was all planned by him. Hmmmm - I smiled, actually, I really was thinking of calling this guy home this weekend - but now that I knew everything - I would never call him home. But - on second thoughts, I now wanted to see how far this guy will go and if Sujata was also interested in him - that also was something I wanted to confirm. After all, it was a question of faithfulness of my beautiful wife and mother of my 7-year-old son.

On Saturday I invited Sudesh for dinner and told Sujata about this. I tried hard to read something out of her face but I couldn't. Sujata's face didn't show any expression. At sharp 8 Sudesh arrived and
I let myself inside the toilet and asked Sujata to open the door but kept watching them from a distance. As soon as Sujata opened the door - there standing was a very stylishly dressed with rough beard but handsome looking Sudesh. When he saw Sujata his face lit up like a 100 watt bulb - he brought nice flowers and sweets and said, "beautiful flowers for a beautiful lady".

I could not see but it must made Sujata blush a little. She quietly let him in. I quickly went inside the toilet and closed the door but hearing everything outside. "Boss kahan hai" (Sudesh always called me Boss)", "Zara toilet gaye hain." I heard Sujata say. "Kaisi ho jaan?" I was shocked to hear him say this boldly. "Please, woh Aajayenge, please choro mera hath." God this guy had grabbed her hand even while knowing her hubby is inside. I strangely got an automatic erection. But with a loud sound I opened the door and came out. I saw both of them standing in the drawing room .



Sudesh greeted me and sat on the sofa, Sujata quickly went inside the kitchen. I could clearly see that Sudesh's eyes never left the great view of Sujata's swinging ass till she went inside the kitchen. "Aur
Sudesh, kya loge thanda ya garam. "kuch bhi chalega" he promptly replied. Sujata came with water. She was wearing a very nice Violet Saree and a sleeveless blouse, though at this time of the day she normaly wore a nightgown, but as she knew that Sudesh was coming she kept wearing her Saree on pretext of not exposing before a stranger. But as I knew it, She looked damn sexy in her Sarees and her sleeveless low cut blouses and I was sure the way Sudesh praised her in his SMS’s, he was also madly in love for her sexy Sarees. When she bent to give water to me, I could see her sexy cleavage and got an immediate erection when I saw Sudesh eyes popped a little when She gave water to him. "Sudesh aaj Saturday hai kal chhuti hai - kyon na dinner se pehle drink ho jaye." Sudesh was a bit shocked with this proposal but smartly held his composure and said looking smilingly at Sujata, "Sure, par agar bhabhiji ko artraaz na ho to". Sujata smiled and said "mujhe kyon aitraj hoga." Actually, even if there was no guest it was my' routine to drink on Saturday before dinner, sometimes even Sujata gave me company for a few sips and we would have wild sex afterwards.

Sujata brought a whisky bottle and glasses and put them on the table between them. "Aap log shuru kijiye main Rahul ko sula kar aati hoon." We started our drink session chatting about the college life of
Sudesh. He was a student leader and had very arrogant attitude. He very boldy told me about his girlfriends, but ended the sentence, "lekin boss aap bahut lucky ho - bhabhi itni mast hai." I looked up, but
smiled forcibly. "Sach keh raha hoon, Abhi bhi kai college ki ladkiyon ko maat karti hain."


I saw that this guy was acting very smart, everytime Sudesh was making strong pegs for me but very light ones for himself. But even after knowing this I could not refuse and soon alcohol was having an affect on me. Though I wanted to run this show as per my own wishes, this drinking session was soon going out of
my control.


Soon Sujata came and saw me had gone a bit far but still smiled, she sat beside me and said, "kya baat hai - aaj to kuch jyaada hi ho rahi hai." I just managed to smile but Sudesh said, "ye to apni sangat ka asar hai bhabhiji, kyon Boss." "Bhabhiji - main boss se bol hi raha tha ki aap abhi bhi college ki girls ko maat karti hai." Sujata blushed at his bold comment - that too in front of me, her husband. Though many times Sudesh had winked at her and passed romantic comments whenever she passed him but I thought she felt some kind of attraction towards Sudesh and she loved the attention she was getting from this young college student. I also thought sometimes Sujata must have felt guilty as she had not told me about the SMS’s she and he had exchanged. Later I knew from her that they once met in a bus while retuening from Rahul’s college. She somehow lost her mobile phone in the bus that day. After few days of that incedent Sudesh found her in the local market. He informed my wife that after she got down from the bus that day, he discovered her mobile phone under a sit in the bus. Next day he met my wife near our home and returned her mibile phone. Thus their SMS exchanging started. Now when Sujata heard I had invited Sudesh for dinner, her heart skipped a beat, but deep inside it was exciting for her though she did not know why.



"Kahan kho gayi ho bhabhiji".
"ooo haan - arey nahin - tumhari girl friends to bahut young aur sunder hongi."
"Nahin bhabhiji, aap jaisi ek bhi nahin."
He made another large peg for me but I said no this time.
Sudesh smiled, "Kya hua Boss abhi se haar maan gaye. Just one more".
I was finding it difficult to open my eyes but I didn't want to loose all the control. Sudesh again insisted, "Kya Boss abh mera saath aap nahin to kya bhabhiji dengi?"
Even Sudesh had just said this mockingly but he got the shock of his life when I said "Theek hai Sujata will give you company." Sudesh couldn't believe that this lusty lady drinks also. Sujata on the other hand was a bit angry with me that I was bringing her into it.
"Come on bhabhiji, Boss to haar maan gaye."
"Main kewal ek peg hi loongi."
"Ok" Sudesh was more than grateful. He knew that this peg was enough for her.
"To batao kitni girl friends hain tumhari?" She asked.
"Kai hain".
"Date par le jaate ho?"
"Haan kai baar."
I was enjoying the conversation, as I was surprised that my otherwise reserved wife is talking so boldly with this young stud.
"Bhabhiji college days main to aap star hongi na" He asked.
Sujata smiled and said sipping her drink, "Arre college ki batein to ab bhool gayi."
I was engrossed in this conversation though it was difficult for me to open my eyes. Sujata was sipping the drink very slowly and loved the attention she was getting from this young college student. It was really flattering for her being still compared with a young college girl. Sudesh was playing the game slowly, he already has won the battle when his SMS’s were accepted by her and answered.
I was trying to involve myself in the conversation. So I asked Sudesh, "Apni Girlfriends ko love letters likhte ho yeah sms korte ho?" Just for a second Sudesh and Sujata's eyes met and she lowered her eyes." “Letters to kuch khaas girls ko hi likhe jaate hain, mai lakin letters se jada SMS passand korta hu. Ha hum bus ek girl ko sms korte hai."
"Achcha kise" I asked.
Sujata's heart must have beating very fast as she quickly emptied her glass of whisky. But Sudesh’s continuous referring of her as a girl was making her feel good.
"Ye main abhi nahin bata sakta kyonki uska jawab thik tarase nahin mila hai."
"Theek hai bhai jawab mile to zaroor batana"
"Zaroor".
He carefully winked at Sujata. I caught that but acted otherwise.



Sudesh again made pegs for all three of them and asked me "Just last one for all". The authority in his voice was such that we both took our glasses.
"Bhabhiji kisi din aap mere saath chalna jeans Tshirt mein, dekhna saab aapko meri girlfriend samjhenge." Sujata quickly looked at me hoping that I wouldn’t be angry with this, but I was smiling,
"Idea bura nahin hai Sujata ye bhi pata chalega ki abhi bhi tumme wo baat hai ki nahin."
"Aab choro bhi dono hi mere peeche pad gaye." Sujata showing mock anger. We laughed. All of us sipping our drinks and again for me it was very difficult to control and Sujata was also getting the effect now. "Bhai ab main khana kaise serve karoongi?".
"Are fikar nahin bhabhiji main help karoonga na." Sudesh again winked at her, which again made her blush. One thing was sure for Sudesh that she is in his grip now.
I was feeling sad that my faithful wife of 12 years is attracted towards this young lad. I also got the idea that this is the first time that both have come close and nothing has gone between them before today and it was also giving me some sort of pleasure that I had never experienced earlier.



I was feeling in control now but was acting like I am out of my senses. I just lay there half closing my eyes.
"Lagata hai inko jyada ho gayi hai, main khana lagaati hoon.".
"Ok".
Sujata got up and went inside the kitchen. Sudesh did no attempt of going behind. I felt this strange as I was expecting him to go with Sujata and taking some advances in the kitchen, Sudesh was thinking
otherwise, he must have thought "jo mazza husband ke saamne flirt karne mein aa raha hai wo wahan nahin, aur ye saala to ludak gaya lagta hai. Phir abhi to puri raat baki hai."



I was acting like I was drunk like never before but I was fully aware that how my beautiful wife was being seduce every moment by this young college student . After making the dinner ready Sujata came back from the kitchen. We all made ourselves comfortable on floor.


I, at the moment was getting the maximum pleasure watching my beautiful wife flarting so much in front of him. After taking another peg I acted sleepy and started making sounds of snoring.
"Lo Boss to so gaye, inke kharrate main aapko neend aa zaati hai bhabhi ji?"
Sujata bit embarrassed by this said "thodi der mein band ho jayenge."
"Boss so gaye to mujhe chalna chahiye?" he tested.
"Are baitho dinner kare bina kayse tume jane du”. Her answer relieved both of us.
"Actually drinks thora jada ho gaya hai ab is tight jeans pant mein floor me baithna bhari ho raha hai."
"Oh main inka night suit de deti hoon".
"Are nahin koi lungi ho to de do"
She brought a silk lungi of mine and handed him.
“Tum change karo main Rahul ko dekh kar aati hoon”.

Sudesh in front of me changed into Lungi and I got the shock of my life when I saw from my half closed eyes that Sudesh after wearing Lungi has put down his under wear and carefully put it inside his pants pocket and put the pant on a sofa nearby and again made himself on the floor. He has also opened few buttons of his shirt showing his broad hairy chest.

Sujata came and sat beside me but this time a little closer to Sudesh.
"to aap mere saath date par aaogi" He again asked
"Kya karoge date par le ja ke?" She asked
"Ghumenge phirenge aish karenge aur kya?"
"Kya aish karoge"
"jo possible hoga".
Sudesh must have stiff dicks now.
"Maine to jab se aapko dekha hai yehi tamanna ki hai".
"Kya date par le jane ki?"
"Nahin aapke saath aish karne ki".



"Yeh kaisa sota hai" his tone suddenly changed about me.

“Oh aise hi hai… ekbar jada drink karke so jate hei to subah 8 bajetak nahin uthnewale."
"Chootiya hai saala". I was shocked at this sudden change. Sujata was also shocked but was not as
angry as she should be.
"Kya bol rahe ho"
"Aur kya itni sexy wife ko ek jawan ladke ke satth chor kar so raha hai, Chootiya nahi to aur kya hai, Chootiya Gaandu hai?" He asked again. His sudden use of abusive words had taken Sujata by surprise I was also was getting the erection of my life and I thought I would ejaculate very soon.

"Sun - tune mere kal ka sms ka jawab nahin diya?" He now using Tu instead of AAP.
"diya to tha, wohi saree pehni thi jo tumne likha tha pehn ne ko."
Sudesh deliberately made the slit of his lungi open exposing his hard dick and heavy balls but kept casually talking as is nothing had happened.
"par kuch jawab deti to mazaa aata na."
Sujata was shocked when she saw his dick and balls she lowered her eyes but couldn't hide her blushing face.
"Ye bata is gaandu ke saath teri kaisi gujar rahi hai?"
"Theek hai"
I was surprised that she was not objecting when Sudesh used the word "Gandu" for me.
"Roz deti hai isse".
"Nahin".
Sujata's pussy was also getting wet by this sexy atmosphere. She was glancing at Sudesh's huge dick and balls every minute. Sudesh seeing the effect of his throbbing cock on my wife started rubbing his cock with his hand once in a while but making no further attempt, but just kept talking.
"To hafte mein ktni baar deti hai?"
"ek"
"Bas, main kehta hoon na saala Gaandu hai.."
"Tere ko jyada karne ka man nahin karta?"
She didn't answer.
"Bol karta hai ki nahin".
"karta hai".
"kitni baar"
"Roz".
I was shocked, my wife was telling every intimate detail’s of us to this guy and never once she objected humiliating words used for her hubby.
"Tere jaisi sexy maal ko bhukha rakh kar so raha hai chootiya saala."
He opened his lungi and showed his rod to her and asked, "Aisa lauda hai uska".
Her eyes popped out with shock and kept staring at his throbbing hard cock for a while - it was twice as big as her hubby's.
I also admitted it when I saw it with my half close eyes.
"bol aisa lauda hai"
"nahin"
"phir kaisa hai dikha zara".
She looked questioningly at him. I also a bit shocked by this and in my fear my cock began to shrink very fast.
"haan saale ki pant khol kar dikha mujhe"
"Agar uth gaye to"
"Darr mat agar utha to saale ki Gaand marroonga yahi tere saamne"
"chal khol kar dikha".
Sujata very carefully opened my zip, stretched down my undie and bring out my limp cock in her hand.
It felt like dead mouse.
"Isse kaise chodta hai ye tujhko" Sudesh stood up with his proud erection and came close to her
"doosre hath se isko pakad le" Sujata hesitatingly put another hand on Sudesh's big cock, it felt
burning hot in her soft hand.

Sudesh getting the thrill of his life time, never in his dream he thought that he will make this beauty his slave. I again feeling excited and my cock also beginning to grow in her hand.
"Chal chhor uss gaandu ko aur le ise chakh."
He put his hand over her head and forced her a bit to take his dick in her mouth. She opened her mouth a little and he forced his dick inside - he kept rubbing her cheeks and said "thoda aur khol na janeman pura lund lena hai tujhe"
She opened her mouth wide and he pushed his cock deep inside up to her throat. It gagged her a bit but she kept sucking it. My cock grew a little seeing my lovely wife giving head so easily to this young boy. I got this pleasure hardly one or two times in this whole twelve years.
"Wah - ye hui na baat mazaa aa gaya." He then brought out his cock and made her sit right beside me and then he too sat down and then he said, "mujhe chumma de"
She without hesitation grabbed his face with both hand and furiously French kissed him he also grabbed her body hard and they kissed furiously for long just a few inches away from me. Sudesh grabbed her boobs over her blouse and squeezed them hard, She was breathing heavily.
Sujata whispered, " pahele dinner karlete hai phir Bedroom mein chalte hai". But they were so close to me that I could hear then also.



"Nahin – yahin chodunga tujhe tere is gaandu husband ke paas."
"Bole to ise jagaa doon aur phir tuje chodu."
"Nahin please ise sone do".
She also put my cock which was considerably harder now inside my pants and zipped it.
"kyon pati ka lund dekh kar sharam aa rahi hai."
Sudesh smiled. Sujata kept quiet.

He removed her nighty and soon they both were naked and lying beside me. Sudesh was so aroused by the fact that her hubby is sleeping beside. He almost made Sujata lay sticking with her husband and I her husband whose nasha was gone with these events was experiencing all this very closely. Sujata though afraid that her hubby might wake up still she was so wet and desperate at the moment that she only think about a brutal fuck, nothing less. Sudesh was lying naked over her body and kissing her slowly all over her body.

"Saali kab se tujhe chodne ki soch raha tha aaj mauka hath laga hai wobhi is chutiye ki baazu mein.
Sujata strted smiling hearing his language.
“Thora dudh nehi pilaygi teri.”
“Pilo na jitna chahoo, maine kab mana kiya.”
Sudesh strated sucking her breasts for few minutes.
“Bahut baray baray hai zaneman tera nipples to. Pura golabzamun ke mafik hai.”
UMMMMMMMM…….Sujata moned”
Bol tujhe kaun si position chudai lena pasand hai?"
"yehi"
"kisi aur position mein choda hai is gaandu ne?"
"nahin"
"phir tujhe kaise pata chalega? Koi baat nahin aab to sab type ka maja doonga tujhe."
“ek minute ke liya choro na mujhe. Almari se ek condom leke ati hun.
“Condom? Kiu?”
“Pet me bachcha aagayee to”
“Kiu mera bachcha nahi legi”
“Dhat….pahanlo na jaldi”
Nahi….. mai direct hi marunaga tuje.
“Achcha baba thik hai jo hoga dekh lungi” “Khus”
“Ha”
"To fir karo jaldi" Sujata got desperate. Sudesh enjoyed that,
"karo kya karo".
Sujata understood that he is taking advantage of her deperate situation.
"Chodo na mujhe jaldi baba" She cried
"Phir se bol , mera naam le kar bol."
"Chodo mujhe Sudesh… der mat koro……jaldi chodo….
“English me bol na ekbar”
“Fuck me Sudesh fuck me." “Huya….khus….. ab jaldi dalo”

(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

ONE FINE DAY

PART2
This satisfied Sudesh's ego and it further humiliated me. Now he put his cock over her dripping pussy and pushed hard. "aaahhhhhhh" It went inside with a brutal force and reached the depth where she never experienced so far. She pushed her hips upwards to meet his thrusts and soon they were fucking in a rhythmic motion. The rhythm also felt by me and I ejaculated in my pants. To hide my vibrations during ejaculation I immediately turn back towards them. Seeing me move Sujata was afraid a
bit but Sudesh assured her, "Don't worry ye nahin uthega aur utha to eahi gaand marunga is gandu ka.
“Chal le le mera. Bol maza aa rha hai ki nahin?'
"haan bahut”. Fuck me hard. Thora zor se"
"le saali zor se le le".
Ummmmmmmmmmm……..yeah speed thik hai.
" Is chootiye ne kabhi aisa choda hai?"
"nahin "
He then turned upside down and she was on top of him. She has seen such poses in movies and pics but never experienced this but soon she found the rhythm and there fucking went on smoothly. He grabbed both her juggling boobs and squeezed them hard.
“Of kitna bore bore hai tere. Jab tera beta chota tha usko pet vorke deti the na.
“Hum”
“Pati ko ve deti the.”
“Ha kavi kavi.”

Sujata has never experienced such wonderful fucking earlier and she already has come twice but this stud is unstoppable and fuckinging her like a mad horse. She lovingly kissed him again and keep bouncing her ass of his balls and was now verge of another climax but Sudesh also has increased his thrusts and started
squeezing her boobs harder, She also increased the rhythm and both breathing heavily came together he ejaculated tones of cum inside my faithfull wife. Due to their position… lot of cum dripping out of her cunt over his balls.


After the fucking was well over they were both resting in the same position. Sujata had not bothered to cover herself. Sudesh then asked my wife "kyon maza aaya ki nahi? " Sujata just nodded her head in affirmation. He again asked her" is chutiye ki chudai se jyada maza aya na?' Sujata again just nodded.
I was wondering myself about the nature of my wife , who just a few minutes back, when she was being fucked by sudesh, was acting just like a whore and now again she started behaving like a chaste woman.
Maybe sudesh was also tired then, so he wanted to return to his hostel for sleep. While getting up he told my wife that he is going now but he will come back on next Thursday which was still five days away. Sujata looked quizzically towards him and asked "thursday ko kyon?'
I could not understand what she wanted to ask him. whether she was reffering to the long gap of five days or whether she was simply asking him that why he was coming on next thursday, indicating him that all was over between them, i.e. my wife and sudesh.
Sudesh also understood this and laughingly asked her"kyun nahi aaon kya thursday ko?" And worst of my nightmare came true when she hurriedly replied "nahi mera matlab tha ki thursday ko kyon, woh tau abhi 5 din ke baad hai"
Sudesh said "thursday ko isliye meri rani ki thursday ko holi hai aur us din colour lagane ke bahane tere is gaandu pati ke hi saamne tere mammme dabaunga aur teri chut marunga. Dekhna janeman 5 din wait karne ke baad tu bhi kitna khul ker maze legi mere saath."
Sujata said "per mere pati ke samne kaise cho.......... karoge, inhone dekh liya tau bahut musibat ho jaayegi."

Sudesh said "arre is baat ka hi tau maza hai janeman, tera pati or tera beta ka samne hi tera mamme dabane hain aur tera gand me holi ka rang lagane hai.
“Dhat….aysa hota hai keya”? Sujata asked.
Aray tum hame janti nahi ho meri rani. Achcha tum jaanti ho na tumhari padosan Sabitri bhabi ko, woh bhi mere se chud chuki hai. Do bachche ki ma ho kar vi bahut garam aurat hai woh aur bahut pyaar karti hai woh mere ko. Usne tau mujhe apne ghar per holi khelne bulaya bhi hai. Sujata was very much surprised listening him. She said "kya Sabitri bhabhi ne ve! Main nahi maan sakti, woh tau kitni sedhi-sadi aurat hai. Woh aisi ho hi nahi sakti. Sudesh said "sedhi-sadi [simple and plain] tau tum bhi ho janeman. Phir tumne kaise chudwa liya mujhse. Bolo? Bas jaise tumne chudwaya waise usne bhi chudwaya. Waise tum janti nahi ho ke oh kaysi garm aurat hai. Sali ekdam BBB hai.
Sujata asked "BBB ka matalab kya hota hai?" Sudesh smiled and said " BBB ka matlab english mein hota hai BIG BREASTED BITCH yeane ki “Bare Bare dudh-wali Bhabi”. Samjhi”.


" Tum phir us BBB yani ki tumhari Sabitri bhabhi ke ghar kyon nahi jaa rahe ho holi khelne ke liye.”
"Woh isliye ki mujhe tumhare ghar per tumhare pati ki samne hi tumhare garam jawani ki varpur anand uthane hai. Apni tau bas yeh ek hi fantasy hai janeman. Kisi married aurat ko uske pati ka presence mein hi varpur chudai karne ki. Phir chahe uska pati hosh mein ho ya na ho. Aur isbar holi me Sabitri bhabhi ka pati or do bachche vi rahega ghar me. Lakin us ghar ka bachche log bahut badmas hai. Apni ma ko chutti o ke din akele chorta hi nahi. Us ka pati ko to chakma de sakta hu lakin bahbi ki oh do badmas bachcho ke samne bhabi ki mammme me hat dalna sirf muskil hi ekdam namumkin hai.
Aur rahi baat tere pati ki tau dekh aaj bhi tera pati ghar per hi tha aur maine tujhe choda na. Bas isi tarah se us din bhi tujhe chodunga. Is bar vi jee bhar ker daru pila dunga teri is gaandu ko aur phir jab yeh madhosh ho jaayega tab isi ke saamne hi teri mamme dabaunga. Aur thora der ke bad jab yeh poori tarah se tunnn ho jaayega tab isi ke bedroom mein, isi ke bed per tujhe sulake, teri upor charke, tujhe jamkar chodunga. Bol razi hai na?".
Again my wife just nodded and just said " dekhna isbar koi gadbad nahi ho jaaye".
sudesh said "koi gadbad nahi hogi, aur by-chance aisa kuchh ho bhi gaya tau bahut achhha….. holi ka bahana hai, bol dunga ki holi ka din ahai aur main bhi nashe mein the tau galti ho gayi aur mafi mang lunga.Ab theek hai na?
Sujata said "haan theek tau hai per dhyan rakhna ki koi gadbad nahi ho jaaye nahi tau mein apne pati ko munh dikhnae layak nahi rahungi".
Sudesh said " haan aur ek akhiri baat sun le, holi ke din tum woh white sari aur white blouse hi pehanna. Aur yead rakhna ki ander bra pehanne ki koi jarurat nahi hai, jab tere mamme dabaunga tau nipple masalne ka maza bhi aana chahiye, saali bra ki wazah se auroto ki mamme masalne ka sab maza hi kharab ho jata hai. Achcha sun mai theek 11 baze aa jaunga holi khelne ke liye. Samajh gayi na".


Sujata said "per subah 9-9.30 baze tau building ki saari auraten jama hoker sath-sath holi khelti hain aur mujhe unke saath jaaker khelna padega, aur wahan se aate-aate 12. baz jaayegi"
Sudesh said "tab tau aur bhi achha hai. Main tumhare ghar 11.00 bbaze pahunch ker 12.00 bazne tak tumhare pati ko daru pila ker madhosh kar dunga aur phir isi chutiye ke saamne tumari gand me rang lagaoonga. Theek hai ab main chalta hun sweatheart. bye bye."
my wife said "bye- bye and goddnight"
Sudesh said" arre kya aisa dry bye bye bol rahi ho, jara pass aao kiss dekar good night bolo na."
Sujata went near him and kissed him on lips and and they were soon smooching each other very passionately. And sudesh was squeezing her naked boobs. this continued for 5 minutes then both of them moved away from each other although very reluctantly.

" achha aur ab ek final baat"
"woh bhi bolo"
"Monday ko 3- baje tum hamare naake ke paas se gujarana aur us din woh tumhari pink transparent saree aur blouse pehnana aur khyal rakhna ki bra nahi honi chahiye. I dont like beautifull and sexy lady like you wearing bras. Jawani aur husn tau dikhane ki cheez hai chhupaane ki nahi".
" keya bakto ho Sudesh, tum koi akele tau rehte nahi ho wahan per. Tumhare dost bhi rahenge, mujhe bina bra ke dekhenge tau sab saale gande ishaare karenge. Na baba na, mujhe tau bahut sharam aayegi. Woh sari blouse mein pehan lungi per bina bra ke nahi."
"arre yehi tau mein chahta hu janeman ki log tumhari jawani dekhe , aur unke lund garam ho jaaye aur mujhe yeh soch ker maza aaye ki yeh itnaa kararaa maal meri randi ka hai, jise dekh ker jawan aur budhe sabhi ka lund khada ho jata hai. Dhyan rakhna jab hamare paas se gujrogi tau saree ka pallu thoda sa hata ker apne mamme achhe se dikhana. Samjhi kya?'
" na baba na mein tau aisa nahi kar sakti. Haye kisi auer ne dekh liya tau phir kya sochega mere baare mein"
" tau phir apna rishta yahin per khatam samjho, agagr meri baat nahi maan sakti tau phir mujhse aaj ke baad milne ki sochna bhi mat"
Sudesh finally tried his last weapon threatening my wife of depriving her of his huge cock.
" achha baba jo tum kahoge woh karungi, meri jaan ab tau khush" My wife also surrenderd meakly now.
By now I was dead sure even she would also enjoy exibhiting her Jalwa to others but she protesting just to show her Nakhraas. Listening all this, my prick which was loosing its erection suddenly again started saluting.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

ONE FINE DAY



LAST PART
On monday although I wanted to witness my wifes outing , but I cudnt since it was afternoon and I had to attend my office, but in the night I saw that she was extra horny and tried to arouse me saying "darling chalo naa aaj mood hai thodi masti karte hain.
I was alsso on fire since saturday so I didint waste the opportunity and made fierce love with her on monday night. Afterwards when I thought about what Sudesh had said about Sabitri I felt that Whatever Sudesh was saying was not wrong. This Sabitri bhabhi of our nebhourhood was really a sexy bitch. She had very huge boobs. I always had an eye on her but due to my decent background could never dare to even think of fucking her. And my perverted mind immediately started thinking of encashing this opportunity. I knew that Sudesh had this fetish or you can say fantasy of screwing some married lady in front of her husband. Ab biwi tau meri us maderchod Sudesh se chud hi chuki thi , tau maine socha chalo kyon na Sudesh ke samne Sabitri ki chut ke badle apni biwi ki chut ka sauda ker liya jaaye. Uski ek fantasy [to screw the wife in front of her husband with his consent] poori ho jaayegi aur mujhe dusri mast gharelu aurat chodne mil jaayegi. Lakin I just could not believe that beneath the simple and apparently shy face of my wife lies such a horny and sluuty wife who did not hesitate to cross all limits of decency to quench her sexual thirst.

Anyways we all were now waiting for that Thursday to come. I dont know who was more eager for the ultimate HOLI day. Me, my wife or Sudesh. In between Sudesh met me once on wednesday and during seemingly casual talk asked me what I was doing on holi and I very innocently told him that I will be at home and then he asked me whether he can come down to my place for some booze and celebrate holi.
Obviously I showed a very high degree of willingness to him and very warmly invited him to my place for some drinks.

Last night was very difficult for me and I found that due to all the tension and anxiety sleep was elusive. Somehow I managed to sleep by 3.00 a.m. When I woke up in the morning it was already 10a.m. And my wife had alraedy left to play holi with her neighours[womenfolks].
I very lazily got up from my bed and completed my daily routine and was looking again and again towards the watch. By the time it was 10.45 I was already having a mild erection in anticipation of things to come. Sharp at 11.00 there was a knock at the door and as expected there was Sudesh with a bottle of whisky in his hands.

We very warmly greeted each other and after formal wishes of holi sat down and started our programme of boozing. I noticed that Sudesh was taking good care [like on previous occassion] to make very large pegs for me and comparatively smaller peg for himself. But today I was determined to have very cotrolled boozing and to retain all my senses so that I could enjoy the events fully and yet could pretend to be drunk.
After around half an hour's drinking and almost three pegs down each to turn the topic towards the sex. I very casually asked him " kyun Sudesh aaaj kisi girlfrnd ko colour lagaya ki nahi, ya yun hi sukhi-sukhi holi mana rahe ho". Sudessh said" arre boss abhi kahan girlfriend ko colour lagane ka mauka mila hai, woh sali tau apne uncle ke ghar per gayi hui hai, aur mein yahan khali aapke sath baith ker daru peete hue holi mana raha hun"

I said"tau colony ki kisi aur ladki ko pakad ker laga dete"{I deliberately didn't say colour this time}
He said "arre kaun itni aasani se lagaane deti hai, jis kis ko bhi lagane ke liye pakdo wohi saali bhag jaati hai"
{I noted that he had aslo replied in the same tone, as to confirm what I was saying]
I said "arre yaar Sudesh tumhari age mein tau mujhe agar koi ladki nahi milti thi tau mein tau ados-pados ki bhabhiyon ko hi pakad ke JABARDASTI laga dalta tha, aur colour bhi aise waise nahi pure pyar se sare badan per lagata tha, tum samazh rahe ho na mein kya bol raha hun" and winked very wickedly looking at him.

Sudesh also smiled very wickedly and encouraged me further saying "iska matlab unki poori body pe colour lagate waqt unke mammae aur gand pe bhi lagate the kya"

I said "arre yaar uske bina lagane ka maza hi kya hai. aur meri ek do padosan bhabhiyan tau aisi thi ki colour lagate waqt khud hi mujhe chhedhati aur uksati thi aur jab mein unke mammon aur gand ko ji bhar ke daba ker unse laga hota tau woh mujhko rang lagane ke bahane se mera lund pakad leti thi"

Sudesh said" kya baat hai boss iska matlab tau yeh hai ki aap to bahut hi rangeele raja rahe honge apne college ke dino mein"

I said ' college ke dinon mein hi kyun abhi bhi bahut rangeela hun mein , abhi bhi bahut man karta hai kisi ko pakad ke ZABARDASTI lagane ke liye, per sala kuchh tau age ho gayi hai aur kuchh shadi ke baad biwi ki problem bhi hai ki woh saali bura nahi maan jaaye aur phir sabse badi baat tau yeh hai ki agar jisko pakda hai wohi chillane lag jaaye tau izzat ki tau maa hi chud jaayegi society mein. Isiliye mei tau tum se kehata hun ki yehi din hai aish karneke liye .Abhi jitni maza kar sakte ho kar lo baad mein badi problem hoti hai"

Sudesh said" boss agar aap ko abhi maza karne ka chance mile, yani ki kisi ados padoski jawan maal ke sath aur usme koi problem nahi aaye tau kya aap us ke sath aish karoge"
I got mightily pleased seeing that our talks were heading in the right direction and very excitedly told him" kyun nahi yaar, agar koi lafda nahi ho tau sala aish karne mein kya problem hai"
Sudesh said " per boss ek baat bolun agar aap bura nahi maane tau?"
I said " haan haan bolo na yaar aaj mei tumhari kisis baat ka bura nahi manunga, kyonki aaj tau hoil hai'
Sudesh " boss aapne kabhi socha hai ki jin bhabhiyon ko aap color lagane ke bahane dabate the woh kisi aur ki biwi bhi hoti hogi, tau jaise aap unke sath maza kar rahe the un dino me jab ki aapki shadi nahi hui thi theek waise hi koi aapki biwi ko , yaani ki Sujata bhabhi ko bhi chhedne ki yah mauka mile tau chodne ki ichha rakhta hoga yah phir aapki biwi ke naam per apne lund ka paani girata hoga, masturbate karke, tau aapko kaisa lagega agar aap ko pata chale ki yeh particular aadmi jise aap apna dost ya maybe rishtedaar samajh rahe hai woh actually apne ghar per bhabhi ke yani ki aapki wife ke naam per roz bathroom ganda kar raha hai.
I now understood where this basterd was trying to lead me. But playing a fool I deliberately fell into his trap and said" yaar Sudesh tum nahi jaante per maine kisi aurat ke sath koi jabardasti nahi ki woh sab khud bade maze le lekar mujhse lagawti thi aur mujhe bhi lagati thi. Ab agar unko bahar ke lund khane ka shauk hai tau mai kya karta . Agar mein nahi maze leta unse tau koi aur leta phir mein hi kyon nahi. Rahi baat Sujata ki tau phir koi bhi chahe woh jo bhi ho uske naam per muth maarega tau mein kya kar sakta hun in fact agar koi meri biwi ko chodna chaahe aur meri bibi bhi uske sath chudwane ke liye ready hai tau mein lakh koshish kar ke bhi unhe rok nahi paunga ,per tum yeh sub kuchh kyon pooch rahe ho. kya tumne kissi married maal ko pata rakha hai kya yah phir meri biwi per hi neeyat kharab kar li hai tumne?".

Sudesh said "woh jaane do boss per yeh batao ki agar aap ko mauka mile tau aap is colony ki kis maal ko lagaane ki tamnna hai, yah yun keh liziye ki aap ko is colony ki kaun si maal sab se jyada sexy lagti hai"

I decided now that it was ripe time to let the cat out of the bag and tell him directly of my intention to fuck Sabitri and I said "yun tau bahut saari jo bahut hi sexy hai per sab se jayada sexy tau mujhe woh 5 no. wali Sabitri bhabhi lagti hai. haiiiiiii yaar kya maal hai woh, yeh sali marwadin aurate bhi gajab ka maal hoti hai. sali kitni gori hai aur sali ke mamme kitne mote-mote hai aur kya chaal hai saali ki jab chalti hai tau lund pe chaku chala deti hai, itni moti gand hai uski agar woh meri biwi hoti tau dog shot hi marta rehta sali ko. kash ki woh mujhe apne college ke dinon me mili hoti tau aisa rang lagata us per ki sali randi jindagi bhar yaad rakhti mere ko." Merely talking about Sabitri had made my cock very stiff and now it was clearly making a small tent of sort in my lungi. This thing didn't go unnoticed from this horny basterd. Sudesh now looking at my crotch, he understood that I really have hots for Sabitri bhabhi.
He very lewdly told me [probabbly he also thought that he can fullfill his fantasy of fucking a housewfe in front of her hubby] boss aap ko ek baat bataun, can you will beleive me, that I have fucked the same Sabitri bhabhi at least 50 times.

Pretending to be shocked I said" ho nahi sakta, ya tau tum jhut bol rahe ho yah phir tumhe daru chadh gayi hai"

Sudesh said" boss na tau mein jhut bol raha hun aur na hi mujhe chadhi hai aur agar tumhe meri baat per vishwas nahi hai tau mein abhi Ashok se tumhari baat karwa deta hun woh tumhe confirm ker dega ki hum dono ne us chhinaal Sabitri bhabhi ko choda hai ki nahi"

Again pretending to be over-shocked I asked "kya matlab hai taumhara ki HUM DONO NE usko choda hai ki nahi, yani ki Ashok bhi us per chadh chuka hai"

Sudesh said, " haan woh mera room partener bhi aur razdar bhi. jab mein Sabitri bhabhi ko apne room per bula ker chodta tha tab use baher bhejna padta tha. Ek din usne baher jaane ke liye condition rakh di ki woh bhi Sabitri ko chodega iske baad hi baher jaayega, tau ultimately MAINE use Sabitri bhabhi ko chodne ka ek chance de diya" he unduly stressed on MAINE, I knew why he was stressing that word.

I asked him" aur us chhinal Sabitri ne tumhare sath-sath tumhare dost se chudwana bhi kabool ker liya."

"karti kaise nahi chut mein aag jo lagi hui thi, phir bhi jab nakhra karne lagi tau maine saaf keh diya ki agar tumhe mujh se chudwana hai tau mere dost ko bhi khush karna padega nahi tau hume chodne ka mauka bhi nahi milega aur yeh mera dost tumhari badnaami bhi ker dega aur phir mere is tagde lund se chudwane ke liye usne Ashok se bhi chudwa liya." Sudesh said very proudly.
I knew that he was trying to impress upon me that if he tells then Sabitri will not mind getting fucked by any of his friends. And I decided to toe along his line. I asked him quite eagerly" Sudesh agar tum Sabitri ko bolo toh kya woh mujh se bhi chudwa legi"

"kyon nahi boss uski sali ki himmat hi nahi ho sakti hai ki woh meri baat per naa bol sake. Per tum kyon use chodne ke liye mare jaa rahe ho boss, tumhari tau itni sunder aur sexy biwi hai phir us Sabitri mein aisi kya baat hai."

"yaar sawal Sabitri ki baat ka nahi hai ,sawal hai change ka, manta hun ki meri wife bhi bahut sexy hai, uske mamme aur gand Sabitri jitne bade nahi hain per phir bhi kafi achhi size ke hai aur use dekh ker kisi shareef admi ka phir chahe woh jawan ho ya buddha, lund bhi usko chodne ke liye tadap jaayega, per roz-roz apni biwi ko chod ker mein tau bore ho gaya hun agar koi naya maal especially Sabitri jiasa maal mil jaaye chodne ke liye tau mein KUCHHHHHHHHH BHIII karne ko ready hun' . I deliberately stressed the word kuchh bhi so much to to let him feel the highest degree of my desperation to fuck Sabitri bhabhi.

Kuchh bhi". Sudesh asked me with a very wicked grin.

"kuchhhhhhh bhi" I asserted very firmly

Tab tau boss tumhara kaam ho jaayega, tum mere dost ho tumhari tadap mujh se dekhi nahi jaa rahi hai mein Sabitri ko bol dunga ki woh tumhe bhi ek chance de de per meri ek condition hai boss"

"arre mere dost Sudesh, tumhari her condition mujhe bina sune hi manjoor hai jo tum kahoge mein waisa hi karne ko ready hun per plz tum bas ek baar Sabitri ko mere niche sula do phir dekho mein kya karta hun"

"woh tau boss samjho ki chud gayi tum se , agar tum meri baat mano tau"

"bola na tumhari sabhi baaten mujhe kabool hain ab aur kya assurance chahte ho tum mere se chaho tau mahine bhar ki daru aur mutton ki booking karwa dun saamne wale ki hotel yah phir kuchhh cash wagairah jo bhi tum bolo."

"boss bura mat man jana, per sawal cash ka yah phir daru mutton ka nahi hai. Woh tau aap bole tau mahine ka kya saal bhar ka mein aap ke liye book karwa dun usi hotel se But agaain I say that please dont feel bad but jaise aapki wish hai ki kuchh bhi karke ek baar Sabitri bhabhi ko chodne ka ,waise hi meri bhi ek wish hai ki bhabhiji ko , yani ki aapki wife ko,ek baar puri nangi karke uski chut mein rang lagane ka. Iske badle mein ek baar tau kya mein das baar Sabitri ko aapke niche sulane ke liye ready hun"

"sirf chut mein rang hi lagana hai ya lund bhi lagana chahte ho" I asked him

"sach poochho tau lagana tau lund hi hai per kahin aap bura nahi man jaaye isliye rang hi kaha" sudesh said.

"Yaar idea tau tumhara bad nahi hai, aur meri biwi ko tau waise hi mein itna chod chuka hun ki agar use koi aur bhi chode tau mujhe jyada tension nahi hai, agar iske badle mein mujhe naya maal milta hai chodne ke liye tau. Per problem yeh hai ki meri biwi bhi tau ready honi chahiye tumhare se chudwane ke liye. Us ko kaun manayega." I showed my [false] helplessness.

Sudesh now literally jumped on the opportunity and said' boss aap bhabhiji ki tension mat karo un ko tau hum dono mil ker sambhal lenge, aur jyada kuchh bolengi tau holi ka aur drinks ka do-do excuse hai hamare paas."

"baat tau tumhari theek hai dost" I pretnded to be thinking over his proposition.

"So are you ready for our little fun game boss" Sudesh asked me

I looked at the watch which was now showing that it was almost 12.05 . which means that Namitha could be home any moment. I hastily asked him "Per hum log meri biwi se bolenge kaise ki woh tum se chudwaye, yaar woh bura maan gayi tau mera tau divorce hi ho jaayega.'

" Woh sab tum mere per chhod do , mein sab kuchh manage kar lunga , bas tum tumari beta Rahul ko kahi hatado or phir bhabhiji ko thodi si jada drink pila dena. Aur phir colour lagane ke bahaane daboch ker pakad lena aur phir hum dono mil ker usko colour lagayenge aur tum colour lagate-lagate unke jitne ho sake kapde utar dena. Ekbae bhabi nangi ho jaya phir baaki ka kaam mein manage ker lunga"

{Tau maderchod ek husband se hi uski biwi ko nanga karwa ke use chodne ka plan bana raha hai. chod tau tu usko chuka hi hai, ab chahe jaise maze le le, per iske badle mein mujhe bhi ek naya maal mil raha hai tau mujh ko kya objection ho sakta hai} I thought to myself. Apparently I asked him "per yaar tum us Sabitri se mera kaam kaise fit karwaoge yeh bhi tau bata do"

"woh tau bahut simple hai ek baar jara bhabhiji ka chut to mar lu phir bhabhiji ko hi bol dunga wohi koi excuse bana ker Sabitri ko yahan bulwa lengi aur phir ek room mein tum Sabitri ko chodna aur dusre room mei tumhari biwi ke saath aish karunga.

I knew that this basterd was enjoying talking vulger things about my wife , and since i had alraedy given him permission to fuck my wife so I didnt object to his using foul language about her.
Uske bad keya hua oh ek dusra story hai. Phir kisi din bataunga…..ok.
([i]THE END)[/i]

[Ramesh_Rocky]

No Hard Feelings


After some major events in our life over the last few years, I knew that my wife Stacy and myself needed to get away by ourselves for a while. It had been some time since we had taken a vacation, and we really needed time alone to rekindle the flame in our marriage.

We chose to stay at a vacation resort that had a dancing floor. Stacy liked to dance and we looked forward to that. Outwardly we still were the ideal family, we were an above average looking couple, actually Stacy was a lovely woman and we get along well together.

The first couple of days, everything were as planned. During the day we would lie lazily by the seaside or near the swimming pool, or go on site-seeing trips, in the evening we would have dinner together and dance. It was on one of those evenings that I noticed a guy unashamedly ogling Stacy. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She noticed too, and I caught her glancing at him once in awhile.

His interest didn’t seem to annoy her, and he didn’t seem to be bothered by the fact that I was there. ‘Arrogant bastard,’ I thought to myself.

This man sat at the bar while we were at a small table nearby. Stacy had her back to him, but I noticed that each time we came back to the table from the dance floor; she would glance up at him. They made eye contact several times, and she didn’t turn away until she sat down. I wondered how long this had been going on.

Obviously something about him had caught her attention; my guess was that it was his size and his rugged looks. He was a fairly big guy, probably in his forties. The fact that she had been maintaining eye contact for several seconds bothered me because she was, in effect, encouraging him. I kept my feelings to myself for the early part of the evening.

At one time during the evening, when I returned from a trip to the men’s room, Stacy wasn’t at the table. I thought maybe she had gone to the ladies’ room, but then I noticed that the man wasn’t in his seat at the bar. I looked around the crowded dance floor and spotted them dancing. I immediately felt a shot of anger. I was however relieved that the song ended just then, and Stacy broke away from him and came back to the table. He tried to keep her out there, but she probably felt a twinge of guilt, knowing that I’d be back to the table by that time.

I decided that now was the time to say something. “That was interesting, who’s your friend?”
“His name is Robert.”
“What made you decide to dance with him?”
“He asked me, and kept pleading, and I did not want to attract attention, so I accepted.”
“I don’t appreciate you dancing with men that we don’t know.”
“Oh please! There was not much else I could do, right?”
“I don’t know, but I’ve noticed the way he’s been undressing you with his eyes all evening. I’ve also noticed that you’ve been making eye contact with him far too often. You’re encouraging him, and I don’t like that at all.”
“I knew you would be suspicious, that's why I have invited him to join us so you can get to know him.”

I was taken aback by that bit of information, but didn’t get a chance to say anything. He arrived at the table with a new round of drinks for the three of us, and Stacy introduced us, “honey, this is Robert. Robert, this is my husband.”
I rose from my seat and reluctantly shook his hand. He said, “please to meet you.”
I really couldn’t say that I was pleased to meet him.
‘Goddamn show-off,’ I thought.
Robert smirked, looked directly at Stacy and replied, “Isn’t Stacy the most beautiful woman around here?”
She blushed at his compliment. I couldn’t help but wonder what he expected to accomplish, she was not only married, but I was with her. “I couldn’t agree with you more. She’s also a great wife.”
“I envy you, you’re lucky.”
He was really laying it on thick and continued complimenting and flirting with Stacy at every opportunity. I was been getting more annoyed by the minute and knew that somehow I needed to get away from here.

When the band played a slow number, Robert asked Stacy to dance again. Without checking with me, she got up and went with him to the dance floor. The band played several slow ones in a row. I noticed that as time wore on, Robert was pulling Stacy closer to him. She seemed not to make a lot of efforts to object. When the band started into a fast song, they came back to the table.

Stacy was a little flushed, and it was obvious that she was not her usual self. She looked at me, I glared at her and she blushed. It must have just hit her that she had over stepped her line by carrying on with this stranger, much to my disapproval. She must have also realized that she may have been getting close to losing control. She stood up and said, “honey, I’m a bit tired, could we go now?”

I was more than ready to leave. I wanted to tell her off once we got to our room. But I never had the time to. The moment the door was closed, we were in bed making love like we hadn't in a long time.


The next day we had been lounging around the pool at the hotel when I spotted Robert. Stacy was in the pool, I took advantage of the fact that we were alone to admonish him. “What the hell do you think you were doing with my wife,” I asserted.
“Stacy is an adult!”
“My wife is a married woman.”
“She’s capable of making up her own mind about things.”
I stated in a harsh tone, “don’t you get any fucking ideas, you bastard!”
“Your wife flirtations with me indicate that she would more than welcome my advances.” I did not know what to say. I really didn’t believe that he would seriously try to seduce Stacy. He was anyway not paying as much attention to Stacy today as he had the previous night.

That evening we arrived at the club to find Robert sitting at the same table we had shared the previous night. He motioned for us to join him. I was not really happy to do so, yet could not do so without being obvious.

I walked over to the table and said facetiously, “Robert, good to see you again.”
He glared at me and said nothing. He turned, smiled at Stacy and said, “hello beautiful. I think you’re the most beautiful young lady that I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
She smiled back at him as we sat down. That evening was a repeat of the previous one. Robert dominated Stacy’s time, and I only danced with her twice. Several times when they returned to the table I could see the flushed look on her face. They were obviously attracted to each other.

It was late and a slow song came when she was dancing with Robert, he motioned her to get off the floor but she said something and he stayed. I had seen them dance before but something about tonight made it so sexy, her little skirt and breasts pressed against him and her head resting on his shoulder. They danced very seductively to the last song of the evening, and I watched as they exchanged a kiss. They were on the far end of the dance floor and probably thought that I couldn’t see them. They didn’t seem to notice me; I think that they were too preoccupied with each other.

As soon as we were together, I berated Stacy, “what the hell were you trying to do? Aren’t you aware that you’re married?”
“What does that mean?”
“That means that you’ve been flirting with Robert like you’re a single woman on the prowl. “
“I-I didn’t do anything wrong.” Stacy seemed to be trying to sort things out in her mind. Maybe she thought she could do it and keep it hidden from me.
“ You’ve been behaving shamelessly. He obviously turns you on. You don’t even care that you’re humiliating me.”
“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to humiliate you,” she finally said. “You know I love you very much.”

I felt bad after the conversation. Later I thought, after 10 years of marriage, I should not have any doubt about her love for me. She was slightly naughty tonight but I thought I should have seen how far she could go.

We stayed at the hotel a few days. The following day as we were dancing I said, “All the men are looking at you.”
“Yes, but I am all yours.”
“They all want you,” I said, holding her a little closer.
She giggled and said: “Let’s go to our room.”
“Ok, let’s go.”
As we walked past the tables, some guys leered at Stacy but she averted their gaze. When she could talk again she said hoarsely:
“It upsets you, these guys looking at me?”
“Yes. But you, it gets you hot, being stared at, being wanted?”
“Yes, it did.”
“Robert was there too. His eyes never left you all the time we were there.”
“I know.”
“You thought about what it would be like to stay with him, when we were leaving?”
“Please.”
We were quiet for a minute. I said thoughtfully: “You will never know what it would have been like.”
“What?”
Then I said: “We are still there.”
She did not answer for a while. “What do you mean?”
“Would you like to go back up there?”
She could not believe my question, “Would you like to?” She did not want to be the one to stop the game.
I was quiet for a full minute.
“Yes,” I said finally.
“And then, what?”
“Meet him. Sit with him. Talk, flirt, whatever.”
Stacy then realized it was no longer just a game.
“But, things could go too far.”
“No farther than anybody would want to.”
“I am not sure this is a good idea.”
“If you don’t want to go, all you have to do is stay where you are.”

She stayed there, trying to think and failing. Then, she looked at me in silence, her body shaking a little.

“You don’t want to go?” She saw that I did not seem to want to follow her and wondered, with mixed relief and disappointment, if I had changed my mind.

“You go first,” I said, “and meet him. I will join you in twenty minutes.”

Before leaving, she kissed me on the cheeks. Before disappearing in the corridor she again turned around: “Are you sure of that?” I nodded, unable to speak a lie.

I went to our room and waited sometime. When I looked at my watch, I saw that only five minutes had elapsed. Long enough that, if she had changed her mind, she’d be back. I began to think about what might be happening down there. Was it a good idea? Was I ready for it? What has led me into this?

I went down to the bar and entered through the other door. I saw her immediately, at the table with Robert. She was glancing at the other door, expecting to see me. I was about to join them when I saw that he had his hand on Stacy’s thigh and that she was making no move to have him take it away. I sat at the bar and asked for a drink.

I watched for a while as the hand moved up and down my wife’s naked thigh, under the skirt. Robert said something and I saw her laugh. It was clear that some sort of proposition had been made. A couple of minutes later she looked impatiently at her watch.

I walked up to the table. Robert quickly moved his hand away, looking disappointed at my arrival; the fun was over. I then asked my wife to dance. Robert smiled, realizing he might not be taking away the pretty woman for good.

“I thought you would never come,” said Stacy.
“I have been here for a while, I thought you needed more time to flirt and get acquainted. You seemed to be doing fine… What happened?”
“He saw me right away and asked me to sit with him and then to dance. I told him you would join us later. When you didn’t he started getting closer. You saw it.”
“I saw him touching you.”
“Only slightly.”
“What did he say just a minute ago?”
“He said we should go down to his suite and continue the party there.”
“Would you have gone if I hadn’t shown up?”
“I don’t think so,” she said without conviction.
“What did you say?”
“I told them to wait five more minutes.”
I recalled her looking impatiently at her watch.
“You wanted to go?”
She said nothing.
“If I had not interrupted, then at this moment he would be making love to you.”
She did not reply.
“How do you think it would be?”
“If I had gone?”
“If you had gone.”
“Great. He is quite eager.”
“Do you want to go ahead with it?”

She did not dare to say anything. What was ‘it’ exactly? What would we do? We had never talked about anything like that.
I asked again:
“How do you think it would be?”
“It doesn’t matter,” she managed to say in a whisper.
“Shall we sit with him after this song?”
She nodded.

When we went back to the table, it was awkward at first. Robert was happy she was back, but disappointed that my presence meant his hopes for access to her were dashed. But I pushed a chair for myself on the other side of the table, leaving Stacy to sit across from him, where she had been before.

Before long Robert began testing the limits, first brushing his hand lightly against Stacy’s knee, and when she, after glancing at me, made no retreating motion, letting it rest on her thigh. The hand moved up, looking for a stop sign and not finding it even as his hand reached up to her.

For the next few minutes, I watched with outward calm, but with racing pulse, as my young wife was being fingered, practically in public, by a stranger. It is hard to tell how long this would have lasted before somebody had to make a move.
“Why don’t we take a walk on the beach before we went back to our rooms,” Robert said to my wife.
Stacy said: “I don’t know if my husband…”
After a while, I nodded, not finding anything else to say. I didn’t really know what to say at that point because I didn’t know what was next or what I wanted next. Then Stacy gave me a look that said let’s see how far all this would go. The die was cast.

Except from us three, there was nobody else on the beach at this late hour. We walked for some time, then stopped and sat there watching the waves coming to splash on our feet. From where we were, we could still hear music coming from the hotel. Stacy suddenly stood up and walked over to Robert and said: “I love this song, let's dance here.”

Robert was rather surprised at that point but he took her hand and stood up with her. She held him close as her breasts were pressed against him and his crotch rubbing her navel. I couldn’t believe it; it was so hot. They danced for a couple of minutes and a different song came on, she kept dancing. She looked at me. I didn’t say anything, part of me didn’t want to blink for pride sake, but part of me also felt a bit threatened about what was happening.

As I thought about what to say, she took his hands off her back and placed them on her ass. He just held her ass for a bit but I guess not getting any stop from me and being very aroused at this point himself, he started to gently kiss her neck. She noticed his arousal I am sure and started to grind him more.

Meanwhile I was in another world, all different emotions were going on in my head. My brain was saying that I didn’t want him doing this with my wife. I just sat there and said nothing. I was not sure whether she was proving a point and wanted me to be the one to stop it or she was getting aroused.

She was the one to take the next step. She broke the dance and looked at me briefly as to give me a second to stop her and when I didn’t, she moved her mouth to his face and kissed him. That was the last time she looked at me, whether out of being daring or sheer sexual desire.

“I just wanted to get you here alone,” he said softly.
Stacy breathed a sigh of relief. “I thought…”
He silenced her by moving in and softly placing a tender kiss on her lips.
“I’m sorry,” he said wrapping his arms around her.
“You kissed me, didn’t you?” she smiled as she ran her hand softly down his chest.
“Last time I checked, kissing wasn’t an offense,” Robert said, taking her hand.
“No, it isn’t,” Stacy said, “But I’m married…” She wanted this, really, but she was afraid.
“And?” he questioned.
“And kissing another man isn’t supposed to feel this good,” she said as he moved in to kiss her again.
“Just go with it, Stacy,” he moaned through strained kisses.
“I’m serious Robert,” she said, scrambling to break away from his kisses.
“Okay!” he grinned, moving in to kiss her again.
She leaned her head back and looked at him. She leaned in and kissed him.

I was confused. Her comment about her love for me made it clear that she didn’t want to go any further. Yet now her kiss was demanding that she wanted more than anything to do just that. She put her arms back around him and their lips joined eagerly.
“I really like kissing you a lot,” Stacy smiled.
“Let me in,” he pleaded, his tongue softly trailing its way across her lower lip before parting hem softly, his tongue plunging between. Giving in to her desire, Stacy allowed Robert full access to her mouth. She gently moved her hands to his head, her fingers caressing his hair.

“Oh…” she moaned as his mouth traveled down the corner of her mouth to her neck, lingering just below her collar, nibbling on the skin there. Nudging her legs apart with his thighs, he settled himself comfortably between, both savoring the closeness.

“You know,” Stacy moaned as Robert stopped to stare into her eyes, “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to have no choice but to let you take me right here.”

“This is something worth considering,” Robert said. Excitement threatened to overwhelm her as he ran his hands over her bare back, then up to work on the knot of fabric behind her neck.

He turned her so that she was facing away from him and slowly unzipped the back of her dress. It was so quiet that the small noise of the zipper being undone sounded to my ears like a runaway train.

She then stood before Robert as he used his thumbs to push the straps off her shoulder. She cooperated as he slowly gets the garment collapse to the ground, revealing her full glory.

The two strips of cloth were dragged away by the breeze currents, and with them went all barriers to intimacy. He slid his hands over her shoulder blades and under her arms. As he started stroking her breasts she squeezed the back of his neck, pulling his mouth against hers. Their tongues locked together as he kneaded her breasts.

I was frozen in time. This went on for a few minutes more and then she stopped grabbed his hand and went towards the sea almost as if I wasn’t there. She brought him in the water, lay down and pulled him toward her. Then she broke their kiss and said something to him. With that they flipped over and she got on top of him. He squatted on the sand, buoyed by the water as she wrapped her legs around his waist. In this position her head was above his and her breasts at the height of his shoulders.

He tweaked and pulled on her hardening nipples. Then, lifting her slightly with his knees, he brought her right breast to his mouth. He chewed gently on her nipple, then took as much of her breast as he could into his mouth. She tightened her legs around his waist, pulling herself against him. She stroked his hair as he ran his tongue around.

I had followed and stood there watching. It was obvious by her moans that she was intensely aroused. Robert started kissing her all over and she quickly started to remove her panties. The sounds coming from her lips were unbelievably erotic.

Stacy was still supporting herself by holding the back of his neck, and as he eased her skirt over her thighs she held him tight against her breast and sighed. Her face was flushed and she was breathing heavily.

As her arousal grew beyond control, she moaned loudly, then cried out, “Oh, yes! Yes!” Locking her face to his, she kissed him savagely,

Pulling hard on his shorts. He pulled away from her and leaned backwards. He slid his legs under hers; eased forwards and down, seeking entrance, then up, guiding himself in. Her eyes opened wide as she felt him enter her, but with no hesitation she hooked her legs around him and pulled him in.

Stacy looked at me with a weird kind of look as she began riding his hard cock. Their moans were so loud, so erotic. She was in heaven. I was ashamed but I couldn’t remember the last time I had pleasured her like that.

Robert was in a hurry and he was rough with her, intent on gaining his pleasure. With his long strokes he took her deeply. I could tell that he was experienced and skilful in the art of pleasing a woman, and he fucked her for a long time and brought her, finally, to the point where her orgasm began to build up.

Very soon she was rising to a climax. When she started to moan gently, climbing to a climax, she tightened around him. I knew they would not be able to keep from coming for long. She lifted her head and looked into his eyes; a look of intense pleasure, of affection, of longing as, hands behind his neck, she drew his face to her breasts.

Unable to hold back much longer Robert drove his hips against my wife, powerfully, holding her firmly by her shoulders and sucking on her breast. She was on her way to a magnificent orgasm when finally Robert mumbled something. He was rewarded with a cry of delight as she was propelled towards another high. Her face was contorted with passion and her body was wracked by a continued orgasm. Both were gasping noisily as he exploded within her and she shuddered around him, collapsed on each other, sharing that most intimate of experiences as they came together.

Stacy lifted his head from her breast, and they exchanged a sloppy, passionate, exhausted kiss as their pleasure descended to manageable levels as I stood there watching.

I was in my room for two hours when Stacy joined me. The moment she saw me, she began to cry. I hugged her, reassuringly. “It’s OK.”
“Is it? Will it be?”
“Yes. It is and will be. You wanted it.”
“You wanted me to do it.”
“You liked it.”
She tried to swallow her tears and smile.
“Some of it.”
“Was he good?” I asked her.
“Yes, he was.”
“What did he do to you?”
“He fucked me again, on his bed.”
There had been no need for any further foreplay.
“Like he did before?”
“Yes. No. Not really, it was face down.”
“It was better that way?”
“Yes…”
“It is deeper that way.”
She blushed because I knew the reason. “Yes”
“Did you come again, like the first time?”
She nodded.
“Was that all? You stayed there longer.”
“He told me to stay and, after a while, to suck his cock.”
“You complied.”
“Yes.”
“Did he come in your mouth?”
“Yes.”
“Did you like it?”
“Right then, yes.”
“Will anything like this ever happen again?”
“No, not in the same way.”
“But, in some other way?”
“Maybe.”
(THE END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

EXPIRATION DATE



My wife, Marcie, was in London again, shopping. She has been spending more time away from home every year. We no longer have a marriage but I cannot afford to give her a divorce and she has no desire to apply for one. In the last five years my software company has taken off, For over ten years, I was struggling just to keep our head above water, and than the hardware technology caught up with my software package and things went sky high. Three of the big companies had expressed interest and I was just waiting for the right one to grab it. The actually value now was well over ten million, mostly in stock, which I held.

About eight years ago Marcie was working for a legal firm in Reading. The paycheck was a big help at the time. Her hours were long and she ended up making several over night trips for the firm, even thought she was just a paralegal. I was tied up with the new software so I didn't give a lot of thought to her absences. Up until that time everything was OK between us. Our sex life was great and we seemed to spend a lot of time doing things together and enjoying each other company, even with my erratic work habits. After she was with the law firm about a year, the sex dropped off to almost nothing and our life together became barely platonic. I was unhappy with the situation but I was sure it was just a phase she was going though. We had two sons who were both in high college. They pretty much took care of them selves. Bradley was getting ready for Penn State and Scott was looking forward to the Marines.

Marcie's boss, at Berks Legal, was Robert Logan. I met him and his wife a few times at company functions and he seemed like an OK guy. One day Marcie came home very upset and told me that Robert was dead, shot by his wife. She didn't go into any other details but shortly afterwards she quit, and never worked again.

Our marriage did not improve. She became surly and argumentative. I would like to say she had some redeeming features or good traits but I can't. I would try to avoid her as much as possible, but it was difficult. To make matter worst she was pregnant. I was hoping the new baby would improve our home situation but it didn't. Marcie named our new daughter Glenda. She adored the girl and fussed about her constantly but our relationship continued to get worse.

As Glenda got older Marcie started to spend more time away from home. The company was making money so we ended up in a new house with servants. Marcie had a live in nanny for Glenda and took full advantage of it. I never asked where she went or why. All I knew was there were a lot of expenses. Luckily, I was making the money faster than she could spend it, but I was upset never the less.

I tried to talk to her and find out what happen between us, but she refused. Of course the separate bedrooms didn't help. I had no idea what I did wrong and so I had no idea how to fix it. I finally just gave up.

A divorce would cost me a couple million dollars and probably ruined the new company. I was upset with myself for letting it go this far. I had my own legal staff on retainer, but still could not see a good way out.

Glenda was growing into a fine young lady. I spent as much time with her as I could. Marcie usually kept us apart, but since she was gone so often, Glenda and I became good friends without her knowing. It was our secret and Glenda enjoyed it. She was in third grade now and doing well. I got to go to the PTA meetings and the teacher conferences. Marcie was usually busy with other important things. Bradley and Scott were both on their own and doing great. My marriage sucked but my kids made up for it.

Then one day I got lucky.


Janet Logan was sitting in my office waiting for me. I was surprised because I thought she was in jail for killing her husband. She had aged well. Her hair was shoulder length and was a smooth mixture of gray, silver and a little black. She had on very little make up and her skin seemed to have a gentle smoothness without being soft. Her eyebrows were natural and fit her face perfectly. She appeared to be hard and feminine at the same time.

"Janet, this is a surprise to say the least. You look good."

"Thanks Grady. I wasn't sure you would remember me. It's been eight years and I was certain I would be a forgotten person by now."

"Would you like some coffee?"

"Black would be great."

"Janet, I am in a very embarrassing spot here. I am, of course, aware of your situation and don't want to say anything to upset you. If I say or do anything that might be inappropriate please feel free to correct me."

"I have been in jail for the last eight years, Grady. I am pretty well calloused about the whole thing. Don't worry about my feelings. By the way, how is Mrs. Stevens? "

"Not something I want to talk about. Shall we just say that things could be better?"

"Sorry, but that is the reason I came to see you. I have to talk to you about Marcie. I am not being vindictive or revengeful but there are some things that I feel need closure."

I placed the cup of coffee in front of her but sat in the chair aside of my desk rather than behind it. I wanted to hear what she had to say and I wanted her to feel comfortable while she was doing it. I hit the intercom button and instructed my secretary not to interrupt us.

"Grady, did you follow the trial at all?"

"No. Marcie mentioned what had happened but I didn't have any particular interest in it myself. I was busy with the business start up and she wasn't very talkative at the time. I guess she was upset at his death."

"More so that you would imagine I guess. It appears that you have no clue about what was going on so a lot of this will come as a shock to you. You said you didn't want to get me upset, well I feel the same way. I am going to explain things to you that are not pleasant to hear. If it becomes to difficult, just tell me and I will stop."

"Maybe we should have had some scotch instead of the coffee."

There was a little half laugh from both of us.

"On the day that I shot Robert he was planning on leaving me and running away with Marcie. Robert had stopped by the house just long enough to present me with divorce papers. Your wife was waiting in the car. They were going to come see you after they finished with me. I had been aware of their affair for sometime and had documentation and a few pictures. The fact that he was asking for a divorce didn't bother me because I was planning the same thing."

"Janet, I had no idea. I was living in my own little world at the time. I guess it was my fault in a way that the whole thing happened. I am sorry that my poor performance as a husband contributed to your marital problems."

"There was more, Grady. Robert had always wanted a family and we were never able to have children. He was constantly complaining about my shortcomings as a wife and blamed the entire thing on me. When he handed me the divorce papers he told me that Marcie was pregnant with his child and that she was going to provide him with the family he always wanted. I turned and started to walk away from him, but he continued to insult me and call me all sorts of demeaning names. It was not enough that he was leaving and divorcing me, he insisted on making me feel as if I was less that a person. It seemed like he was never going to stop berating me and finally I snapped, reached into the buffet drawer and pulled out the revolver. I don't remember shooting him."

"Do you mean to tell me that my daughter, Glenda is Robert's?"

"Glenda is not Roberts daughter but I would imagine that Marcie thinks she is."

"Can you explain that?"

"I had myself checked several times. The doctors never found anything wrong with me. I finally got a sample of Roberts sperm checked and he was totally sterile. I never told him. By the way, Glenda is the name of Roberts mother. I assume that was the name they agreed on when Marcie found out she was pregnant."

"Marcie picked out the name, but I had no idea where she had gotten it from. I think you are right though, she believes that Glenda is Robert's child. Knowing that, explains a lot of things. Would you like some more coffee?"

"No but I have some more things to discuss. Are you sure you have the time?"

"We are fine. Don't worry about a thing. That's the nice thing about being the boss."

"When I went to prison all of the things in the house went into storage. Roberts' briefcase was included. I was going though it last week and found this."

Janet handed me the original divorce papers that Marcie was going to give to me the day that Robert got shot. The papers were signed, dated and notarized. Robert and Marcie worked for a law firm so the terms of the divorce were very precisely spelled out.

"Is this still good?"

Janet laughed. "I have no idea. I'm not a lawyer. Check out paragraph seven."

"She is giving me completed custody of all children. Wow, this would really piss her off if she found out I could get Glenda. Of course the boys are long gone but if I got custody of her little angel she would go bonkers. Can I have this so my legal people can look it over?"

"It's yours' Grady. It has no value to me. I wish you well with it. Here are some more things you might or might not be interested in."

Janet handed me two manila envelopes. "The pictures that my detective took are in the small envelope. They are very sexual in nature. I have no use for them but maybe they will be of value to you. The large envelope contains the investigation results that my PI gave me and some other interesting papers. You can look them over and decide what is important to you. "

"Thank you. I really don't want to look at them but I will give them to the lawyer with the papers."

We both sat and looked at each other of a few moments. She was a very impressive women and I was glad she came to see me.

"I better go and let you get back to work. Thanks for seeing me. I feel better getting these loose ends wrapped up. By the way, you don't have any job openings for an ex-con do you?"

Seymour Schlamp, my personal and favorite lawyer, was all excited about the eight year old divorce papers with no expiration date. He was like a kid in a candy store and could not wait to get started. Marcie had not asked for percentages of anything but for hard figures. She wanted fourteen thousand dollars from the checking and savings accounts. That was about half of the total eight years ago but next to nothing today. All the other items were similar. There was only one gotcha; she wanted the 1995 Volvo station wagon that she had at the time. I sold it about five years ago. I had to find that car.

Janet Logan started work in the software testing division of the company. It was an entry-level job but I felt she would be comfortable with it. It also gave me a chance to see her on a regular basis. I liked Janet and hoped to get to know her better.

Glenda and I kept our DNA tests secret from Marcie. It would be a few weeks until the results came back, but Seymour needed the time to make sure there were no loopholes in the divorce papers. I felt confident that the results would show Glenda was mine.

With a little bit of help from friends at the DMV I was able to locate the Volvo wagon at State College. The frat boy was happy to let me have it at twice what he paid for it. A week later I had the new title with Marcie's name on it.

Seymour explained to me that as long as nothing was changed on the original request for divorce it could go through as written. We were not able to find anything serious enough to make us want to change it. Marcie's signature was notarized and still legal even after eight years. I signed in my place and Seymour's notary put the seal on it. Now all we had to do was wait.

Time passed very slowly. My relationship with my wife did not improve. My relationship with my daughter grew stronger every day. My relationship with Janet Logan grew stronger every day. After about a month I convinced Janet to have lunch with me, on a non working day. It was pleasant, with no strings attached and I assured her that I would do nothing that would indicate to the other employees that I was interested in her. She replied that her relationship with me was more important than her job. I had a feeling that things would improve but I was not going to rush anything.

Over the next few weeks I tried several times to talk to Marcie about our marriage. She refused to open any discussions or even respond to questions. I did not tell her that her petition for divorce from me was being processed and in a short time she would be notified that it was final.

It was the middle of the week and the middle of the day when my loving wife, Marcie, came storming into the office.

"What the hell is this?" she demanded as she threw some official looking papers on my desk.

"I am not sure, but I believe the divorce request that you made eight years ago has just been finalized."

"You son-of-a-bitch. You can't do that. Everything has changed since then and if you think I am going to let you get away with this crap you are crazy."

"What has changed Dear? Just because your lover died doesn't mean we could not proceed with the divorce. I agreed to all of your terms so you have no grounds to protest. I suggest you get a lawyer if you want to contest the divorce and in the mean time I would like you to get all your things out of my house, which you gave to me."

"I will gladly get out of your house and I will get this piece of shit, divorce notice thrown out. You will pay and you will pay big. Glenda and I will be gone this afternoon and I will sent somebody for my stuff tomorrow."

"Sorry Dear, but if you read paragraph seven you will notice that you gave full custody of Glenda to me. Until you get it resolved, she is mine. If you try and take Glenda without my permission I will have you arrested, I promise."

By this time Marcie was boiling mad. All of her words were not spoken but screamed. Her neck muscles were tense and the veins in her forehead were popping. Her lips quivered every time she talked. For the next minute I didn't hear what she was saying. I just stood there stunned by her rampage. Finally she grabbed the papers and stormed out.

The peace and quiet was wonderful. I sat fully relaxed and relieved as my secretary brought me a cup of coffee. She didn't say anything, just smiled. I spent the rest of the afternoon canceling cell phones, credit cards, bank accounts and insurance policies.

I called Janet and she agreed to have supper with Glenda and me that night. I needed a friendly shoulder to lean on. Glenda and Janet spent most of the night talking to each other. Things didn't work out as I had planned.

Seymour called me a few days later. Marcie had retained legal counsel and a meeting was set up to settle and resolve the problems with the divorce. A family judge was going to sit in on the proceedings and act as arbitrator. Seymour indicated that Marcie's lawyer did not seem to have much confidence in getting the divorce decree thrown out but seemed more interested in getting me to relinquish custody of Glenda as an addendum. I agreed to compromise but not concede.

The meeting started off slow and consisted mainly of reviewing each of the demands that Marcie had made in the divorce request. Seymour handed over checks for the agreed upon amounts and we sat quietly and endured the formal protests relating to the unfairness of the settlements. Seymour gave no responses what so ever. Marcie seemed shocked when I slid the car keys and title for the Volvo across the table. At last the question of custody was reached. Marcie asked the judge if she could make a statement, which was approved.

"For the last eight years I have forced myself to live in a loveless marriage for the sake of my daughter. I loved Robert Logan with all my heart and I was proud to give him the child that his wife was unable to. Robert Logan is the father of my daughter, not Grady Stevens. Mister Stevens has no rights what so ever to Glenda and I will not tolerate having the daughter of the man I loved raised by a stranger. I am seeking sole custody of Glenda Stevens based on this."

The judge who had been quiet doing the entire proceeding spoke up. "Mrs. Stevens are you saying that Glenda Stevens is the off spring of an adulterous relationship that you had with Robert Logan while you were married to Grady Stevens?"

"Yes, your honor. It sounds a little degrading the way you put it, but Robert Logan and I were lovers and soul mates. We never felt like we were doing anything as dirty as adultery. We were planning or starting our own life together when his tragedy occurred. Glenda is the proof of our love and I don't want Mister Stevens having contact with her in any fashion."

"Your revelation concerning this matter would in most cases make you less likely to get custody due to the infidelity. If what you say is true, however, we might possibly have to reconsider." The judge looked over to Seymour. "Do you have anything to offer?"

Seymour and I sat and looked at each other. "Are you sure you want to do this Grady?"

"Yes. Lets do it."

My friendly lawyer pushed a piece of paper across the table to Marcie's lawyer. "This a report made approximately six weeks prior to the conception date of Glenda Stevens. As you can see, the report indicates that Robert Logan had a sperm count of zero. Mister Logan was completely sterile and there is no way he could ever father a child. That is the reason Janet Logan, who is fertile, was never able to conceive."

Marcie went pale and her eyes opened wide. She was getting agitated again as she did in my office. "That's a lie. That report is not authentic. This is something that you are making up just to steal Robert's child away from me."

Her lawyer whispered something in her ear as he tried to calm her down. Finally she seemed to relax a little bit.

Seymour pushed three more pieces of paper across the table. "The first form is a DNA analysis of Glenda Stevens. The second form is a DNA analysis of Grady Stevens. The third report is a comparison of the two, which shows that Grady Stevens is without a doubt the father of Glenda Stevens. Are there any questions?"

By this time Marcie was in tears. She wasn't mad any more, now she was simply crushed. She was bawling uncontrollably as her lawyer asked for a short break.

After the break my ex wife's lawyer conceded custody but asked for some type of visitation agreement. I agreed to let Marcie have Glenda every other weekend and two holidays a year of her choice. Marcie decided that she would like to have Glenda on Christmas and on her birthday. Marcie sat quietly the rest of the session. I went back to work without saying anything to her and left Seymour to finalize the paperwork.

I could not believe that I got off that cheap. If Marcie had been a better companion the least few years, I would have been willing to share the wealth. I never denied her anything, emotionally or materially. I was willing and able to do anything for her but somehow, someway I had not met her expectations as a partner. I never was able to figure out what Robert Logan had that I didn't or what he did for her that I could not. The pictures that Janet left did not show him to be anything special in the physical department. I gave copies of the pictures and the investigation to Marcie. Inside the investigation were two reports of motel meetings that Robert had with other women at the same time he was seeing Marcie. I hoped she enjoyed reading that.


Every attempt I ever made to get an explanation from Marcie was rebuffed. The divorce left me feeling like a failure. I found a little consolation with Glenda and Janet.

Marcie moved in with Robert's mother, Glenda. Apparently they had become friends over the last few years. Unfortunately the arrangement did not work out well for Marcie. In order to support herself, my ex wife was slowing selling off the jewelry and designer clothes that she had accumulated at my expense. It took a while for her to realize that her lovers' mother was doing the same thing. After six months Marcie moved out and went to live with her sister in Norristown.

In the beginning Marcie was picking up Glenda every weekend. She started to call and make excuses for not being able to come for some reason or another. The calls became more frequent and the excuses lamer. Finally she just stopped coming at all.

Glenda didn't mind when her mother cancelled out because Janet and I would go over board to make it up to her. We spend more time together and were beginning to feel like a family. Janet moved into the house and we were married just before Christmas.

Marcie was on a singles cruise to the Caribbean over the holidays and couldn't pick up Glenda as scheduled. That made everyone happy. Two weeks later I filed to have the custody addendum thrown out and it was approved.

My company was finally purchased and we were now in the big bucks. Janet is extremely happy because for the first time in her life she is pregnant. We will be on Social Security before the baby finishes high college but it will all be worth it. Life is good, at last.
(THE END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

What Lies Beneath

1ST PART
The last few months had been trying. My wife, Katherine, had been having an affair with a co-worker and it seems like everybody in the world knew about it, but nobody had enough guts to say anything. I was just as guilty as all the others. For some strange reason I was hoping that it would just end and everything would go back to normal. It was a fantasy of course, because it never goes back to the way it was.

We had been married for nineteen years and had three children. Rob was eighteen and a senior. Katherine was pregnant when we got married. A year later we had Donna and the next year, Darcy showed up and Dad got a vasectomy. They were good kids, and we never had any problems with them until recently. Needless to say, the problem with the kids was brought on by the extracurricular activities of their mother.

For the past three years, Katherine worked in the claims department for a large insurance company. When she started working overtime, several nights a week, the kids and I quickly noticed. She got a new hairstyle and joined a gym. Her underwear drawer got a little sexier, but I never got to enjoy it. Donna and Darcy saw her having lunch with her department head, at an upscale restaurant, but she never mentioned it.

In desperation, I decided to follow her like a lovesick puppy. Her trips to motels with her lover were frequent and brazen. Although I didn't see the need for it, I still documented the time and dates of several of their rendezvous.

As the affair lingered, the family started to fall apart. All of this happened without any conversation. The kids were mad at their mother for cheating. The kids were mad at me for not confronting their mother, and I was trying to hold everything together. I was too dense to realize that it was a lost cause.

The only time the family got together was for the evening meal. Even then, it was an ordeal. There was virtually no conversation and as each of the kids finished eating, they quietly disappeared, usually out of the house until bedtime.

"John, I am not going to be able to take this attitude from the kids for too much longer. If you don't do something to straighten them out, I will."

"I'll take care of it."

"You have been saying that for the last month now. I don't know what has gotten into them. Why did they start acting like little brats all of a sudden? If you have a solution, see if you can get a few answers too."

"Oh, that was no problem. The problem was how to straighten things out. I think we have everything worked out now."

"Are you going to let me in on it, or is it some big dark secret?"

"No secret. I am going to be moving back with my parents tomorrow."

Katherine was not pleased with this news. She stopped clearing the dinner table and sat back down, with a heavy determined plop. "What the hell are you talking about John? You can't commute to work from Frackville, and I can't take care of this place and the kids by myself. How is that going to solve anything?"

"Actually, Katherine, you won't have to worry about taking care of the kids. They will be going with me."

I was not looking forward to the furrowed brow and the stiff lower lip that I was rewarded with, but I fully expected it. With her elbows on the table my loving wife leaned forward and looked me in the eyes. "There is no way in hell you are leaving this house with my kids. What ever gave you the idea that you could get away with something that stupid?"

'They did."

Katherine let out a sigh of exasperation, got up and started again to clear the table. She was muttering to herself, but I couldn't make anything out. After slamming the last of the china into the sink she turned. "Why? Why is this happening?"

"The best I can figure is that they are tired of being embarrassed."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Mostly, it is about your affair with Bryon Masterson. You have flaunted your infidelity to the point where the entire family is aware of it. You have shown no regard for your children or me."

"What?"

"Are you going to deny it? Are you going to tell me you don't spend several days a week having sex at various motels? Are you going to tell me that I don't understand?"

I decided I didn't want to pursue this conversation any longer. It would have been easy to throw it all in her face, but I didn't have the guts. I pushed back my chair and walked out of the room. Katherine stood by the sink with one hand on her hip. I noticed a defiant look on her face, as if she was daring me to mention her infidelity. I got the feeling that she had been baiting me all along, so that she could have an excuse to stop carrying around the guilt. This was a lecture I was not going to be on the receiving end of tonight. I had no desire to hear that I had driven her to seek comfort elsewhere, because I was a mediocre husband and a poor lover. Of course I could accuse her of being a slut and a whore, but I would still end up getting the blame for everything. I knew Katherine, and I knew that she had planned everything she was going to say beforehand. My best play was to not play at all.

"What about your job?"

"I quit."

I heard her screaming my name as I walked out the door.

I had no idea where the kids were. All of their clothes and personal belongings were loaded into Rob's Subaru Outback. The wagon had over a hundred thousand miles on it, but I figured it still had another hundred thousand left in it. All of my clothing and personal papers were in the back of my Jeep. Katherine didn't notice any of this when she came home. We all agreed that whatever we couldn't get on the first trip, we could come back for later. I was sure that Katherine was checking the house out as I drove away. There was no going back at this point. I decided that I had to call Donna. Donna always seemed to be in control. Rob was the oldest and the male, but he had no problem letting Donna call most of the shots.

"Donna. It's Dad."

"Are you still at the house?"

"No. I am on my way to a motel right now. I had to tell your mother what was going on, but not why. I think it is best if you guys find some place to stay tonight. Can you contact Rob?"

"No problem. Darcy and I are going to stay with Betsy Cooper. I am not sure what Rob has planned, but I think I can get in touch with him."

"Okay. Meet me at the Waffle House on Lancaster Pike tomorrow morning at six. We can leave for Frackville from there."

"Dad. Was mom mad?"

"I think so. I'll tell you about it tomorrow. Oh, after you call Rob, it might be better to turn your phone off."

After checking into the Deska Motel, I turned off my cell phone.

I just finished taking a shower when there was a knock on the door. I opened it, expecting a furious Katherine, but instead found a smiling Rob. There weren't that many motels in town.

By seven o'clock the next morning we were on our way to the coal regions, and home.

Katherine and I never got around to discussing my work situation. It didn't matter, because I was now unemployed. The normal thing to do under these conditions is to stash away as much cash as possible without looking like you are doing it. If I filed for divorce, I would have to go through the process of declaring assets and coming up with a fair distribution. I figured, the hell with it. Nobody likes to see his credit go belly up, but under the circumstances it seemed like a good idea to me. If I wasn't working, the kids could qualify for lots of grants and other benefits when it came time for college. I would see to it that they got everything they needed, but it might not be aboveboard. Living with Mom and Dad would also cover a lot of other usual expenses.

I was pretty sure that Katherine wouldn't wait too long before filing divorce papers. I would probably go along with anything she demanded just to get out of the marriage. There wasn't much she could get, since I did not have a job and the kids would not go with her even if they were ordered to do so. All I could do now was sit back and wait. I had a basket of lemons and I was getting ready to make lemonade.

It was great being back in my hometown. The last time I actually lived there was just before I left for college. After graduation, the closest place I could get a half decent job was in Reading. Katherine was from Baltimore so she didn't mind being just a few hours from home. We had gotten married just before I started my last semester at Penn State. Katherine never finished because of her pregnancy. She never had any desire to return to college. I think she attended to get away from her parents and to find a husband. Somehow or other, I won the marriage lottery. My prize was three great kids and a bitch for a wife. I had regrets of course, but I was not one to live in the past. I did not know that my past was going to catch up with me so quickly.

Because I had lots of old friends in the area, getting an under-the-table job was not too difficult. I stashed away as much money as I could to keep it out of Katherine's hands. Things would be rough until she finally got the divorce started, if she did. All three of the kids pitched in without being asked. Under the circumstances, I think they felt sort of obligated. I didn't leave Katherine because they wanted me to, but they seemed to feel that way. Mom and Dad reluctantly took money from us, although I don't think it was necessary. They didn't want me to feel like a moocher.

Katherine called after two weeks and wanted to know if I was going to make the mortgage payment. I told her that I wasn't. Two weeks later she called to tell me that her car insurance needed to be renewed. I gave her the same answer. Katherine attempted to start a conversation related to the affair. She was trying to be apologetic and sincere, but it just didn't come across. I listened patiently as she explained how her friendship with Masterson came about and developed into a full sexual relationship. She assured me that he was only a physical attraction, and nothing more. After several minutes, she realized how ridiculous it all sounded and stopped talking in mid-sentence. I didn't respond.

"I'm sorry, John. I have no good excuse for what I did. I am truly sorry."

She stopped calling after that.

I guess my wife finally realized that the marriage could not be saved, and filed for the divorce. She was faced with a mortgage payment and a car payment, as well as all the utilities. Of course, I was obligated for these bills, but I felt that since thousands of other dead-beat dads were avoiding things like that, so could I. It was worth the risk at this point. I signed the papers, and the power of attorney to sell the house, as soon as I received them. Now it was just a matter of time. Katherine had asked for nothing other than the house. After closing costs and commissions, she wouldn't come away with much.

Rob was getting all his paper work together for college. We had to stay in the state to afford the tuition. Most of the grants would be difficult to get because I had to submit a copy of last year's income tax. I was able to explain my present employment status, and get several of them to waive the income provision. Unfortunately, Rob had other more pressing problems. My past was coming back to haunt me, and he would be caught in the middle.

"Dad, I have a small problem."

"I assume it's something that you feel I can help you with."

"I met a girl a few weeks ago and I really like her."

At least the conversation started out on a high note. Rob had dated several girls though high college, but never expressed any serious interest in any of them. It was refreshing to hear him admit that he might be in a potentially long-term relationship. "I am sure you are not referring to a talk about the birds and the bees."

"No, I think I got that one aced. I met her mother for the first time and as soon as I introduced myself she got upset. After I left, she told Shannon that she couldn't see me anymore. She never did that with any of her previous boyfriends. Her mother did not give her any further explanation. I guess Shannon got a little testy with her mom, because she finally agreed to back off, but only if you talked with her."

"Let me get this straight. This girl's mother will let the two of you date, but only if she talks to me first."

"That's pretty much it. Shannon said she never did anything like this before."

"I guess I can find the time. You set it up and let me know where and when." Rob left the room with a big grin and I sat there wondering why this woman would have to meet with me before approving their relationship.

That evening, Rob drove us to Shannon's place. It was an old shotgun house just off the main drag. The house needed painting badly and the slate sidewalk should have been re-leveled years ago. Shannon was waiting just inside the front door and anxiously opened it, as we approached.

"Hi. I'm Shannon." She was bubbly and cute. I could see why Rob was attracted to her. "We really appreciate this, Mister Rishel. I am sorry about having to ask you over like this, but Mom insisted. I hope you don't mind."

"Don't worry about it. I am sure we can get things worked out in no time."

"Mom. Mister Rishel is here."

My heart stood still as my old high college/college sweetheart, Abigail Connor, walked into the room. "Hello John."

"Hi Abby." The words came out of my mouth automatically.

There was an awkward silence in the room, which Rob quickly broke. "You guys know each other?"

She didn't take her eyes off me. "Your father and I went to college together."

Shannon seemed happy about the new situation. "Well that should make things easier, right?"

"I have a fresh pot of coffee ready. I think we might be more comfortable in the kitchen." I dutifully followed her to the back of the house. As I went to sit, she turned to the kids. "You two better wait in the front room for a while. Turn on the TV and no messing around. I'll call you in a few minutes."

Abby started to get the coffee and I started to reminisce. We were in the fall semester of our final year at Penn State. Abby and I had a fight because I didn't want to come home for Thanksgiving break. She went without me. While she was gone, I partied, got drunk, and got arrested for disorderly conduct. My parents were not happy, and Abby refused to talk to me when she got back. She was still mad at me when the semester ended and she went home for Christmas alone. I was in bad graces with mom and dad, so I stayed on campus over the holidays. That's when the bad news came.

It was between Christmas and New Years when Katherine approached me in the student union. According to her, during one of my drunken binges at the frat house, we had sex and she was now pregnant. Because of the situation with my parents at the time, I didn't want to aggravate them further. Without giving it too much thought, the two of us drove down to Gretna Green that day and got married. I didn't tell my parents until after graduation the next spring. Abby found out about the marriage, when she returned to college, after News Years, and immediately dropped out. I don't know if she ever finished.

"You're daydreaming." Her words woke me up, as the mug appeared before me. She was twenty years older than when I last saw her and still beautiful. My mind was racing, comparing what should have been and what was.

'I'm sorry. I wasn't prepared for this. You'll have to let my brain catch up before I can be worth a shit."

Abby had always been easy to talk to, and I always felt comfortable with her. I don't even remember what we argued about before we drifted apart. It was at that moment when I realized that I didn't even know her married name. Rob had never mentioned what Shannon's last name was.

It was time to break the ice. I was trying to be cool and yet open. "Is there a Mister Abby about, or is it just going to be the two of us for this discussion?"

She didn't smile at my pathetic attempt at humor.

"That's why I asked you here. I am not looking for anything, but I am hoping we can avoid a problem."

"What do you mean 'you are not looking for anything'?"

"John, I never married. I tried dating a few guys, but nothing ever worked out. Most of them were not interested in an unmarried mom and were just looking for easy sex with no strings attached."

"I still don't understand."

"Damn it, John. You are Shannon's father. There, I said it. I was hoping I could tell you in a more sophisticated way, but sometimes things don't work out like we plan."

Of course I had no clue. "Can I have some more coffee?"

"That's it? That is all you have to say?"

"I guess I understand why you told them they couldn't see each other anymore."

"Unfortunately, I think it might have been too late. By the time I figured out that you were Rob's father, they had already consummated their relationship."

"Oh God. You are telling me that my son and my daughter are having sex."

"I am pretty sure."

"I thought brothers and sisters were supposed to hate each other."

The fresh coffee was too hot to drink. I blew across the top of the cup as my daughter's mother stared at me, waiting for some words of wisdom that I could not offer.

"Abby, I don't think we have any choice, do we? We have to tell them and hope that it's not too late."

There was a sudden mood change across the table. "I'm sorry, John. I should have told you, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. You had just gotten married, and I didn't want to screw things up for you."

"So you choose to ruin your own life instead?"

"I have a beautiful, intelligent daughter. I did not ruin my life, I just had to make a few adjustments."

I drained my cup of coffee and leaned back in my chair.

"By the way, John. I don't want to appear nosy, but where is Katherine?"

"I am afraid that we are estranged." I always thought that was a neat word, but never thought I would get a chance to use it.

"Oh. Sorry I asked."

We sat there for several moments, neither of us saying anything.

"John, do you want to tell them or should I do it?"

"You go ahead and I will support you as best as I can."

Less than a minute later Shannon and Rob were sitting at the kitchen table with us. Abby slid a folded piece of paper across the Formica to Shannon.

"Oh, my gosh!" Shannon immediately got Rob's attention and she hadn't even unfolded the paper yet.

"What's going on?"

"It is the mysterious birth certificate that I wasn't supposed to see until I was twenty one."

Rob looked perplexed. "What the hell is so unusual about a birth certificate?"

Shannon didn't answer. She had unfolded the form and was staring at it with her mouth open. "No. No. This can't be true. There has to be a mistake. Mom, tell me it's not true."

Abby didn't answer her daughter. She was staring at the floor. Rob was trying to look at the paper, but Shannon was hiding it from him."

"Mom, please. Tell me it's not true."

There was still no answer. In disgust, Shannon threw the birth certificate across the table and ran out of the room crying.

"Dad, what the hell is going on?"

"I'm sorry Rob. It was a hard thing for us to tell you, but you had to know."

"Know what? Damn it!"

"Shannon is your sister."

The kitchen fell silent. Far off, somewhere in the house, we could hear Shannon weeping. Rob got up slowing and walked out of the room. I was sure he had a million questions, but he wasn't looking for answers right now. He had more

important things to do. A few moments later the sobbing became less intense.

"Abby, you don't happen to have a beer, do you?"

Abby and I had just finished our second beer, when Rob reappeared. "Can we go home now, Dad?"

Two days later Rob decided to speak to me again. Things had been gloomy around the house and I was relieved that something was going to happen
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