[Ramesh_Rocky]

What Lies Beneath

LAST PART

"I want DNA tests done. I have the money to pay for them and I won't take no for an answer."

"Where do we get this done?"

"There is a lab in Allentown. It's two hundred dollars for each test. I want tests on Shannon, you and myself."

"Well if we are going to go to that trouble, we might as well get the girls tested also. I'll pick up the tab. Do we have to drive down there or do they mail us the stuff we need for the testing?"

"Either, but I'd rather go there."

"Fine. You set everything up and we'll make a day of it. I'll even spring for supper at the Olive Garden."

That afternoon I called the Continental Fire and Flood Casualty office. I spoke to the head of the company's legal department. He was not really interested in my marital situation and quickly told me so, however, he was interested in how Bryan Masterson paid for the motel rooms he had been using. When I mentioned that Masterson was Katherine's boss and that I wanted more information about the company's infidelity policy, he quickly ended the conversation.

A few days later, Katherine called. For some strange reason she had lost her job and was having trouble paying the bills. She sounded upset when I told her that I had not been able to find work and that I was sponging off my parents. She wanted me to give her enough money so that she could move back to Baltimore. She had the house up for sale, but it was not going well. She was hoping to get out of Pennsylvania before her car got repossessed. She tried again to rationalize her affair with Masterson, but quickly abandoned the attempt when I offered no response.

Although she didn't mention it, I knew that Bryan Masterson had also been laid off. She never figured out what happened.

Two days later, everything changed. I walked into the house and found Rob and Shannon on the couch, smiling like two Cheshire cats.

They just sat with silly grins on their faces as I got a cold Fosters.

"Okay. What's up? Why the long faces?" It was a weak attempt at humor. They laughed anyhow.

"Do you want the good news or the good news?"

"Don't you have that a little wrong?"

"We don't think so. Well maybe a little of it is bad news, but overall it is pretty good."

"Quit screwing with me."

"Donna and Darcy are both your daughters. The DNA matched."

"I assume they are happy about that?"

"They don't know yet."

"What are you not telling me?"

"Shannon is your daughter. Another near perfect match."

"I am still a little confused. Where does the good-good part of this kick in?"

"Don't freak out now, but I am not your son."

I was not expecting that. I loved Rob with all my heart and raised him as any good father would. Now he is telling me that I am not his father.

"I need another beer."

The grins had vanished from Rob and Shannon's faces. Things had suddenly gotten a little more serious and a little less lighthearted. I returned with a new longneck and slumped into my chair.

"Dad, it doesn't change anything between the two of us. You are still my father no matter what the DNA says. I don't know who the sperm donor was, but you will always be my father."

I had half of the new bottle finished. "I don't know whether to be happy or sad. I don't know if it is good news or bad news. I don't know what to do. I just don't know what to do."

My new daughter and my former son just sat on the couch, without saying anything.

"Have you told your mother yet, Shannon?"

"No."

"Why don't you kids run over and give her the news. I have lots of things I have to think about."

Mom and Dad were in the kitchen trying to avoid the entire situation. They were always good about that.

"John, if there is anything we can do please let us know. We won't offer advice, but are more than willing to help in any other way." Dad was always there for me. I wanted to do the same for Rob.

Abby found me several hours later, at the Circle Bar. I don't know how she knew I was there and I don't remember getting drunk. In retrospect, I don't know why I got drunk. Things weren't all that bad, just mixed up. It had been ten years since I overindulged, and I had no good excuse for doing it now.

I woke up on the couch in Abby's house. Somehow or other, she got me there. I was still dressed, but my shoes were off. I pissed myself, and was justifiably embarrassed when I realized it. I smelled the fresh coffee, but the toilet got precedence.

She was waiting at the kitchen table when I shuffled back from the bathroom. The bathrooms in these older homes were always on the second floor, so I was forced to attack the stairs in order to use it. I won that battle, though barely. Abby offered me nothing but coffee, which was fine under the circumstances.

"I sure did make a mess of things. I don't know who to apologize to first."

"It appears that you were not the only one who had sex with Katherine that weekend. You just drew the short straw."

"Hell, I don't even remember having sex with her. I assumed that I did because of the way she approached me. I didn't have an alibi and no way to prove that I didn't sleep with her. I took the easy way out, like a jerk. Man, I must be the biggest sucker in the world."

There was no reply from across the table. Finally she spoke up. "Hey, don't look at me. I agree with your self evaluation all the way."

"I don't know what to do."

"I thought the divorce was already started."

"It is, but I feel that I should be doing something else."

"I think what you should be doing right now is taking a shower and shaving."

I was in pretty bad shape. I also felt like shit. "Can you give me a ride home?"

Rob was in high spirits the next few days. The girls seemed to be satisfied with their situation, genetically, but still not happy with the mother that they felt they were stuck with. My Mom and Dad were as supportive as they could be without sticking their noses where they were not wanted. It was appreciated. Rob was the one who decided that more action was necessary.

"Dad, I want to make lemonade."

"What are you talking about?"

"You know how you always said if the world gives you lemons, make lemonade?"

I nodded my head to indicate yes.

"Well, we got a bunch of lemons. Let's get started."

How proud could a dad be?

"She must know, Dad. Mom has to know who my real father might be. It was at the frat house, right? That means that it was one of your 'brothers' who got Mom pregnant and let you take the blame. Isn't there some way you can get her to give you some names?"

"Wow. You are assuming it was more than one. It appears that you don't think very much of your mother."

"Not after what she did to you then, and what she is doing now. She was a sleaze and she is still a sleaze. How the hell did you stay with her all these years?

I ignored the last question. "I got an idea. I don't know if it will work, but it is worth a try."

That afternoon I called my loving wife. I had tried to arrange in my mind what I wanted to say, but I was afraid that I would end up getting flustered and blow it.

"John, what can I do for you? I wasn't expecting a call."

From the tone of her voice, I was afraid that she might consider the call an attempt at reconciliation. I was going to have to be very careful not to mislead her.

"I was thinking about our last conversation. You mentioned something about wanting to move in with your sister. Is that something you are still considering?"

"Yeah. Did you come up with a way to help me out? If you did, I would be grateful."

"I can give you two thousand dollars to help you get started, but I need a couple things in return."

"Okay, that will really help. What do you need?"

"I assume that you are not aware that I had DNA tests done on all the kids."

"Oh shit." From her muffled out burst, she had no idea about the tests.

"I'm am so sorry, John. I was hoping that this would never come up. Things seemed to be so good between you and Rob."

I found it interesting that she mentioned Rob, but not Darcy or Donna.

"And what about the girls?"

"I don't know what you mean, John. What about the girls"

"Weren't you concerned about their DNA tests?"

"No, why would I?"

Her reply seemed sincere and I decided not to pursue the subject any further.

"I would like the name, or names, of who Rob's father is or might be. Give me that and you can have the two thousand dollars."

The pause at the other end was far longer than I expected.

"Katherine, whoever this guy is, he didn't think enough of you to make you an honest woman. Why would you feel that you owed him some sort of secrecy? He used you and dumped you on me. I am the one that needs consideration, not him."

"Okay. Okay. There were three of them. I don't know which one is the father."

"A few names would be appreciated."

"Kyle Simmons, Ray Thorensen, and Phillip Burger."

I knew all of them. Three spoiled rich kids, who felt that they could get away with anything. They were all loyal fraternity brothers who turned out not to be too loyal. .

"Thanks Katherine. I appreciate it."

"What else was it that you said you wanted John?"

"If you are not going to be staying in the house and you can't sell it, can I have it?"

"Oh my, yes. I can't sell it, and would like nothing more than to let you have it. Even if I find a buyer, I would not make enough from the transaction to pay the real estate commission. You can have it as soon as I move out. I'll sign any papers you have. John, I also have a small favor."

"What is that Katherine?"

"Is there any way you can arrange for the kids and I to get together? Nothing fancy, but I am their mother, never the less, and I really would like to see them occasionally."

"I am sure I can set something up."

Two days later, Katherine had her two thousand dollars and I had title to the house, and the mortgage.

Rob had no trouble getting loads of information on his possible sperm donors. The DNA information was a little more difficult, but not impossible.

Ray Thorensen was a high college teacher in Altoona. All state employees were required to have their DNA on file. Those files were not available to the public, but Rob had no trouble figuring out how to get what he needed. Ray Thorensen was not Rob's father.

Phillip Burger was a guest of the Ohio penal system. It seemed that Phil liked young girls: girls that the state seemed to feel should not be sleeping with men old enough to be their fathers. It's not my place to judge, but I was glad that Phillip's whereabouts were available. Of course all people of Phillip's caliber are in the database. I don't know how Rob got access to this one, but the end result was that Phil was not Rob's father.

If Katherine had been straight with me, that meant that Kyle Simmons had to be the one. The search was on.

Seymour Schlamp and I went to high college together. Seymour went to Dickerson and got a law degree when I went to Penn State. Seymour and the law was not a match made in heaven. He was not the straightest arrow in the quiver: in fact he was sleazy to say the least. However he was the ideal candidate for our project.

Using the Nittany Lions Alumni news and the fraternity web pages we located Lieutenant Colonel Simmons at Andrews Air Force Base in Maryland. Kyle was a big deal in ROTC at college and it seemed like he made a career of it. Abby had a cousin in the Pennsylvania National Guard who was able to get hold of Kyle's DNA record. We had a match. Houston, we are ready to launch.

Katherine was out of the house by the end of the week. Rather than paying the back mortgage payments, I just refinanced the whole thing, eliminating Katherine's name on all the documents. I moved back into the house, but the kids wanted to stay at Frackville to finish the college year. Rob wanted to stay to be near Shannon. I think I wanted to be near Abby, but there were still things that had to be done.

I was amazed at the poor job that Katherine's lawyer did. It would have been very easy for him to determine that I hadn't quit my job, just took a leave of absence. It appeared that he never checked. I got the feeling that he used a fill-in-the-blank divorce form that he downloaded off the Internet. It would still be several months until it was final, but I wasn't anticipating a problem. The bad part about getting my job back was the loss of the college grants for Rob. The good part was that I would be able to pay the tuition or qualify for a loan.

Abby worked in an office that did medical billing for doctors. It was a straight nine to five job, five days a week. I started spending all my weekends at Frackville. Rob and Shannon were getting along fine with one small glitch: Shannon was spending a lot of time with Darcy and Donna. Mostly it was shopping, but Rob wasn't nuts about sharing her. Abby and I thought it was funny, in a good way.

For some reason, Abby and I were behaving more like friends than former lovers. It seemed like neither one of us was willing to make the first move towards intimacy.

Seymour flooded the legal system with all the paper he could think of. He worked on the shotgun theory. He figured if he filed enough cases against Simmons, one or two of them might stick. He was also hoping for at least one partial admission of guilt so that he could attach Kyle's pay. I wasn't paying him a cent, but he didn't seem to mind as long as he got a cut off the top.

I didn't want anything out of the lawsuits, but it would be nice if we could get Rob's college paid for. That would make it easier when the girls started. Things stayed pretty much the same between Rob and I. The DNA thing didn't seem to bother either of us. Rob was just happy that he wasn't Shannon's brother. I was glad that I was her father, but I wished I could have spent more time with her when she was growing up. She sort of got screwed in this whole deal, but didn't seem upset about it.

Things began to normalize. I got everything straightened out with the house, but hated living alone. Rob and Shannon finished college, and were both working. Rob would be leaving for State College in two months. Shannon was going to start a two-year program at the Reading Area Community College in some sort of medical administration field.

Katherine called from Baltimore. Things were not going well between her and her parents. She was still living with her sister and could not afford to get a place of her own. She was having trouble getting work, because of the bad references from her last employer. She was sorry for everything and wished she could take it all back. She hoped that I could forgive her. Although forgiveness on my part was out of the question, she was happy to hear that the girls were planning a trip to Baltimore to see her. The conversation ended on a high note for.

My life started to get better toward the end of the summer. The divorce was final and there were no strings attached. Kyle Simmons admitted paternity of Rob on the advice of his lawyer. In lieu of a cash settlement, it was agreed that Kyle would pay all of Rob's college expenses for four years. Kyle also ended up paying Seymour's fees. To make things worse for good old Kyle, his wife filed for divorce, which included her entitlement to 49% of Kyle impending retirement. Using simple math, Kyle's wife determined that Rob was conceived just four weeks before her marriage date. Coupled with several other indiscretions over the years, it turned out to be the straw that broke the camel's back.

The best surprise came when Abby showed up at the house. It was too late for supper, but perfect for a bottle of wine. She had nothing to say until we got comfortable.

"John, I need a favor?"

I liked how she opened the conversation, because I felt obligated to her, and wanted to do something for her.

"Shannon will be starting classes at RACC in a few weeks, and I am not happy about her commuting, especially over the winter through the mountains. I was wondering if it would be all right if she stayed here with you?"

"Of course. The girls are moving back in and I think they will all get along great."

"There is one other problem. We have never been separated before and I am hesitant to leave her alone."

"She won't be alone. I will be here and so will the girls."

I could tell that I said the wrong thing, by the look of exasperation on her face.

"I'm sorry, Abby. I guess that wasn't the right answer. I can see that you were expecting something else. Can you help me out here?"

"I swear John Rishel, you are the densest man I know. I am not going to let you off the hook, again. I am going to sit here until you figure it out. Give me some more wine."

Well it only took me about five seconds to realize what was going on. Before I finished pouring her wine, I was grinning from ear to ear.

Epilogue: Well, everything came out, as it should have. Rob is doing well at Penn State and makes it home every chance he gets. Shannon has great grades at RACC and will be finishing a half year early. Donna has been accepted at James Madison
University in Virginia with a nice scholarship. Darcy still hasn't decided on a college. Abby, Mrs. Rishel, has a nice little medical billing practice going for a three county area. She is hoping that Shannon will be ready to cover for her when the baby is due.

We drink a lot of lemonade.

As that famous English author always says: "Life goes on."
(THE END)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

(CONRINUED FROM PAGE 3)

SEXUAL INDEPENDENCE OF AN INDIAN HOUSEWIFE
PART2"How does he look?" I asked and Priya stared at me for a moment before answering.

"He looks very handsome and athletic. Tall, well-built, great body. Yes, to be honest that sort of played a role in it too. He is kinda attractive. Anyway, when I didn't react to his kissing my neck, and just stayed like that in his arms, he took it as a signal to do more. So he raised his face from my neck, pulled my head back a little and......and started kissing me....on the lips"

"What?" I asked, more in shock than anger.

"But it didn't last very long." Priya added hastily. "Barely a second, and I came to my senses and pulled away. So it didn't last very long.......that time."

"That time? There were other times?"

"After that I pulled away and sort of ran to the bathroom. Then I went to the next class and avoided him for a while. Then when classes ended, I decided to just take a bus. So I was waiting at the bus stop in heavy snow. That's when he pulled up in his car and insisted that I get in so that we could talk. It was snowing really badly and I was feeling very cold so after refusing a couple of times, I got in. After I got in, he started talking. He said that he had always been very attracted to me physically and clearly I was too. So he said why not just try a little bit of no-strings-attached, no emotional-complications fun? I said I have a husband. He replied by saying so what? He had a girlfriend too. A little bit of indulgence makes relationships stronger."

"Hmmm." I said, with a poker face.

"Anyway, I said I could never cheat on my husband. And he said he wouldn't push me anywhere i didn't want to go. He wasn't even asking for sex. Just a kiss for now. A proper kiss. I shook my head. He said think about it and then silently kept driving. As I sat in the car I decided this had gone too far. After he dropped me off, I would thank him and then refuse to get a ride with him again. By the time we reached here, I had made up my mind to just walk away and end it. And never tell you about it, Because it was just a small mistake." she said.

"But that didn't happen, did it?" I asked and Priya shook her head.

"Here's what happened. Once he stopped in front of our house, I turned to him and was about to say something when he said - I can see from your face what your answer is going to be. And you probably don't want me to give you rides home either. And I understand. But can I just ask just one final thing? A favor or something...maybe a thank you for my helping you today? So I asked him what he wanted. and he said, just a kiss. One kiss, that's all."

"Maybe it was his mentioning the assignment favor that made me feel a little guilty. And maybe, to be honest, I was a little curious to see how it would feel to kiss another man apart from you. Whatever it was, I nodded. And as soon as I did he leaned over, put his arm around my shoulder and started kissing me. Very....passionately."

"Was it a short kiss?" I asked.

"No, it was a long lingering kiss. I liked it. He is a great kisser. You are great too, he is just different. And I don't know, maybe I liked the novelty in variety. But yes, I loved it. And we kissed for about a minute or so. Then he broke the kiss and looked at me. Somehow looking at his face brought me down to earth and I immediately got out of the car and ran into the house."

"And?" I asked.

"And" she continued "the next day, I should have just taken the bus or asked you to pick me up. But somehow, I just fell into the spell. When he pulled up the car near the college exit, I got in. He drove me home, and again we kissed, for longer."

"Was it just a kiss or more?" I asked.

"For a couple of days, it was just the kiss. At the end when he dropped me home. I kept telling myself that a kiss was no big deal. But today it went a little further." she said.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

SEXUAL INDEPENDENCE OF AN INDIAN HOUSEWIFE
PART3
I wanted to ask how much further. But I stayed silent, waiting for her to volunteer the information.


"Today, after he stopped the car in front of the house, we started kissing goodbye. And a little while into the kiss, I felt his hand go under my coat and rest on my stomach over the sweater. I was wearing a top, a thick sweater and jeans with the thick woolen coat. Before when we had kissed, he did touch me here or there. But all those layers of clothing meant he couldn't really fondle me. Today he slipped his hand, first under the jacket, then slowly under the sweater, and finally inside my top. And Ajit, I am sorry if this makes you hate me, but I liked the new touch of a new man. My brain kept saying I should stop it, but my body wouldn't obey. And before I knew it, his hands were inside my bra cups, fondling my and playing with my nipples."

I stayed absolutely silent. Mainly because I was grappling with my own conflicting emotions of arousal and jealousy.

"Then when he started taking his hand behind my back to unhook my bra, I suddenly came to my senses, and pushed him away. He sat back, looking a bit upset. I just gave him a quick look of anger and adjusted my clothes and got out of the car. And after that, I have been agonizing about telling you all this. And now I have told it to you." Priya said and finally fell silent.

I quietly looked at her. She looked back. Then I said,

"I need some time alone to think."
I quietly looked at her. She looked back. Then I said,

"I need some time alone to think."

She nodded, and I got up and went to the living room and lay down on the couch. I thought things over. Everything. Honestly. And after an hour I went back to the bedroom. Priya was sitting on the bed with her arms around her knees, looking petrified. When she saw me walk in, she stared at me with fear-filled eyes. I sat down next to her, put my arm around her shoulder and started talking. And it was a long conversation, so I will just summarize the main points.

I told her that I loved her more than anything in the world. And that I had loved all these years we had together. But it was natural for a sense of sameness to set in, especially in the physical domain, after these many years together. So I could understand why she did what she did. And truth be told, I might have done the same thing or even more if an attractive woman had courted me ardently like Ramon had. An attractive woman like her deserves to taste more of life if she wants to. I did not have any expectations or boundaries for her in terms of what she did physically as long as she stayed emotionally faithful to me. I would not get upset if she did anything, literally anything, I emphasized. I would not leave her, but I had three conditions. One, that she should be honest to me about everything, and tell me whatever happened in great detail like she did today. And two, I will not allow any emotional attachment with anyone. Three in any case our family life should not be affected by any means. Priya said she was surprised that I was reacting so open-mindedly and was not angry at her. She admitted that over the years, she had found a lot of men attractive and had often fantasized about them, but never did anything out of love for me. But as the years went by, the yearning for trying someone else kept growing. Especially since so many men of all types kept flirting with her. But even now, she was not sure if she wanted to actually sleep with a man or just do other stuff short of it. Maybe she would be satisfied with the high she got from just kissing and fondling with Ramon. Maybe not. She was not sure. What she was sure of was that I was the only man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, and I was the only one she could ever be emotionally attracted and connected to. So no matter what she did, she would never leave me either. As far as the conditions were concerned, she accepted all of them. She would tell me honestly and in detail about whatever she did with Ramon. She said she understood why I wanted to hear everything in detail about her. And regarding any emotional attachment, sha said I should not have any dobut about it in my mind. Then, with that understanding reached, we hugged each other and made gentle passionate love that night.

The next couple of days, I was really busy at work because of an upcoming deadline. I would get home really late, close to midnight when Priya would either be studying or sleeping. I felt tempted to ask her every day what happened, but did not feel like disturbing her studies or sleep. In the morning, we'd both be in a rush to get ready and leave, so we couldn't talk much then either. Finally, on the fourth day when my deadline was met, I came home at a reasonable hour in the evening.

When I got home, Priya was taking a nap on the couch. She usually didn't take naps during the day, so I wondered what exactly had happened to tire her out so much. I thought about waking her up to ask, but she looked so peaceful, I let her sleep. I sat on a chair next to her, reading a book. An hour or so later, Priya woke up, saw me and smiled.

"Hi sweetie." she said, and got up and kissed me long and hard.

"Wow, you seem to have had an interesting day." I asked when she broke the kiss.

"Yesssss. So are you ready for my Ramon updates?" she said, planting herself in my lap.

"Yes. Have you had sex with him yet?" I asked.

"No." she replied matter of factly, "But things have moved ahead a lot. Here's what's been happening", and she started telling me.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

SEXUAL INDEPENDENCE OF AN INDIAN HOUSEWIFE
PART4
The day after we had our long talk, Priya got into the car with Ramon to be dropped home. Usually he didn't make any reference to their making out while driving, and didn't' make any advances until they were outside our house. But that day, he asked her if she was OK with going to a more private spot. She agreed. So on the way home, he pulled the car off the road into wooded area, and came to a stop. He left the engine and the heater running, obviously, because the mercury was way below zero. He then unbuckled his seat belt, leaned to his right and started kissing her. Priya kissed him back passionately, for the first time using her tongue, which got Ramon very excited. In no time, his hands were inside her coat, massaging her boobs over the sweater and when she didn't resist, inside the sweater and the top, and inside her bra cups, fondling her boobs and playing with her nipples. When she didn't resist, he made the move that had made her stop last time. Slid his hand to the back. he was delighted when she did not stop him and he unhooked her bra.


With the bra unhooked, he got better access to her boobs. He now slid both his hands under her cups and started fondling her boobs roughly. After a couple of minutes, he took her coat off, and then her sweater, top and bra, neither of which she stopped him from doing. Ramon was now getting really excited at how well things were going. So excited, that Priya could see his erection poking through the front of his jeans. After he got her topless and started playing with her tits, she reached her left hand over and felt the bulge in his pants. The size of the bulge seemed very impressive, so she tried to unbutton and unzip his jeans, but could not do it with her left hand. But Ramon realized what she was trying to do and happily opened his jeans. He then got back to mauling her tits with his hands and mouth as she slowly slid the front of his underwear down, and felt his erect dick.

Without any hesitation, Priya told me it was longer and thicker than mine. Mine is a 6 incher with a decent girth. She said he must be around 8 inches with twice the girth. That made me feel a little emasculated, but also excited at the thought of my wife playing with a big thick cock. She played with the impressive cock for a while, running her fingers up and down it, and grabbing it in her fist and pumping it for a bit. Ramon meanwhile decided to strike while the iron was hot and with his right hand started unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans, which he managed to do very easily. He told her to lift her ass, and when she did, slid her jeans and panties down to her knees. After that he started playing with her clit and fingered her pussy. This got Priya really horny, but it also made her realize that she was moving faster than she wanted.

She curtly told him to stop. He did and leaned back in frustration. Priya said this was going a bit too rapidly. So as a compromise, Ramon suggested that they both masturbate while watching each other. She didn't feel comfortable masturbating in front of him yet, although she wanted to do so really badly. At the same time, she was really fascinated by his huge dick. So she suggested that instead, she could give him a blowjob. Ramon, obviously delighted, agreed and Priya bent her head down and took his dick in her mouth.

"Wait a minute." I interrupted. "You voluntarily gave him a blowjob?"

Priya nodded shyly

"But I have to beg you to give me blowjobs." I protested. "Blowjobs from you are like national holidays, just a few a year!"

"Obviously, that will change now, Ajit." she said with a wink.

"It better! Anyway, go on."

Priya took his dick in her mouth and started sucking on it hungrily. As she did it, Ramon played with her magnificent ass, fondling and spanking it. This sudden progress in their games had turned on Ramon a little too much. He didn't last very long and within minutes, started cumming in her mouth.

"Let me guess. Another change. You swallowed, right" I asked and she nodded again.

She said she didn't feel great swallowing his cum, which is why as soon as it was done, she told him that was enough for that day. She put all her clothes back on, he zipped his jeans and he dropped her home.

The next two days were pretty much a replay of that day, except that Ramon got Priya completely naked. On the way to our house, Ramon would pull over in some remote spot and they would go at it. The action stayed limited to fondling and blowjobs. She still didn't feel comfortable letting him finger her. But she had done it to herself multiple times each day after coming home. Ramon, who had been initially happy with the big jumps in what they were doing, started demanding more.

So on the fourth day, that is today, they moved a little bit further. She finally gave in to his constant demands of letting him fingers her, but said she still wasn't ready for his tongue. Ramon agreed and started fingering her. Within a few minutes, he had gotten her so worked up with his skillful fingers that when he asked once more if he could go down on her, her answer changed to yes. Priya said that his tongue is also long, thick and kinda raspy and the way he licked her felt so much better than the way I did. Within thirty seconds of his tongue going to work on her clit, she started orgasming. Her first orgasm in Ramon's presence. He loved how noisy she was when she came and how she uttered a lot of expletives.

"Expletives?" I asked quizzically.

"Yeah, like fuck, cunt, dick, etc." Priya said.

She loved his oral skills so much that she made him go down on her four more times during the next half an hour, each time, cumming harder than she had before. So that was what got her tired enough to nap in the day, I realized. But she sucked his dick only once, refusing to do it the second time he got hard, because her jaw was hurting. So for the umpteenth time, Ramon suggested that she let him fuck her in the cunt. Which she refused again, saying "it wasn't time yet". That pissed him off a lot, and he threw a small tantrum, sulking. Usually she would call for the end of day's play. This time he started getting dressed first and told her that he would drive her home. All through the drive, he was sulking, and Priya stayed silent. After he dropped her off, he sped away without even saying goodbye or kissing her.

"So what do you think?" Priya asked me.

By now, I was so horny and had been hard for so long that instead of responding, I just pounced on her. We had sex right there on the couch, but instead of cumming in her cunt, I took it out, and came in her mouth and watched as she hungrily swallowed. We cuddled for a while and then I got hard again, and took her to the bedroom and fucked her.

After we were both spent and tired, she said

"You still haven't answered my question."

"Huh?" I asked, unable to remember.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"About what?" I asked.

"About what I should do next? Should I let him have what he wants?"

"You mean should you let him fuck you?"

"Yeah."

"It's up to you, honey. I told you, I am okay with anything you do as long as you are truthful to me. And you don't get emotionally involved." I said.

Priya started laughing very hard uncontrollably. I asked her what was the matter, but she laughed for at least two minutes before answering,

"Ajit, the idea of me getting emotionally involved with Ramon is just too funny for me. Seriously, you should meet him and you'll see why. He is very dumb, kind of a baby, and except for a good body, big dick and sexual skills, is as unattractive as can be. Trust me, he is just a piece of meat for me."

"That's good to know." I said.

"Anyway, if I give in to his tantrum straight away, he will start thinking too much of himself. I am going to make him wait for a week or so before I finally let him fuck me."

The idea of him fucking her turned me on again, and we had sex for the third time that night, the most in a single night since the first year of marriage. The next two days were the weekend, and we spent the whole time in bed naked either fucking, sucking or licking each other. This Ramon experiment had really improved our sex life to an unrecognizable extent. Finally when we woke up on Monday and got dressed to leave, both of us remarked how strange it felt to wear clothes after such a long time spent naked.

That day when I came home, Priya had a wry smile on her face which immediately told me something new had happened.

"Okay, your face is brimming with news. Tell me what happened." I asked.

"Well, in short, we fucked." she said, almost jumping on top of me before I even had a chance to sit down.

"What? What happened to the whole making him wait for a week thing?"

"He he, change of plans."

Here's what happened. Ramon spent the first half of the day in college ignoring her or avoiding her. She didn't react and ignored him in return. By the end of the day, after they had been together in many classes, it was a question of who'd blink first. Ramon did. At the end of the last class, he came up to her and apologized for being in a bad mood. He said he and his girlfriend had been having a fight which is why he was very touchy. But he realized his mistake and apologized. The unconditional apology played the first part in melting Priya's resolve to make him wait a week.

The second part was played by Ramon telling her that he has not told his girlfriend about Priya. In fact, the girlfriend has no idea he is cheating on her and is starting to suspect it, because when he comes home every day after playing with Priya, he is too sexed out to do anything with her. He said the girlfriend just did not seem as sexually appealing to him any more, although he still loved her a lot. This fed Priya's ego as well as kinky side. She loved the fact that their games had actually improved sex life between us, the effect she had on Ramon was such that he could not get it up for his girlfriend. And she had not even had sex with him yet. Also, she had been assuming so far that Ramon's girlfriend knew and approved. But her not knowing made Priya feel like the desirable and sinful "other woman". Which made her feel very naughty and turned on.

So that day, when Ramon pulled the car over to the side, and the both of them got naked, he asked her if she would mind 69-ing with him in the back seat. Priya's response was "Nah, let's just fuck instead". Ramon was so excited at her response, that he forgot about moving to the back seat. He just leapt over on top of Priya in the front seat and without any preamble of foreplay, inserted his thick long dick into her cunt. Priya had been anticipating this for a while, so she was wet enough for him to slide in. When I asked how it felt, she said it felt good for a while. The thick cock stretched her cunt like never before and its length meant it reached and touched spots that I had never touched.

But, she said, overall, the sex was not great. She felt very uncomfortable on the car seat, and Ramon had been so excited to actually fuck her at last, that he came very soon. The whole thing lasted barely 3-4 minutes. Ramon was very apologetic and went down on her a couple of times as compensation. However, the experience left her feeling a little disappointed. She was still thrilled that she actually did it - fucked someone other than me. But Priya didn't really get to relish the fuck. Which is why she asked me to fuck her right away. Which I promptly did. After having sex twice, we started talking about the Ramon situation again. I suggested that maybe it was time to move the action from the car to a more comfortable setting. She agreed, but said she did not want it be our house. As much as she loved my open-mindedness and our newfound experimentality, she was still not mentally ready for the idea of fucking a man in the same bed that she made love to her husband in. Or even the same house. I found it silly and tried to reason with her but she refused. They could not do it at his place, because his girlfriend lived close by and could drop by any minute. And Priya also vetoed my suggestion of a hotel saying that would just make her feel like a cheap whore.

For the next few days, Priya and Ramon had sex in the car. He did manage to last much longer, and also displayed better technique, especially fucking her rough and hard, which turned her on. But the discomfort remained. And that is when the "date" happened.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

SEXUAL INDEPENDENCE OF AN INDIAN HOUSEWIFE
PART5
Priya had made a few friends at college, and she and Ramon were part of a small group. That week, the group made plans to hang out at some clubs dancing Friday night. And they'd all be home by 2 am after the bars closed. Everyone was happy and excited about the plan, but Ramon was even more enthusiastic. After the plans were made, he took Priya aside and said this could be like their first "date". They'd go out with the group, but an hour or so later, he suggested Priya make some excuse about a headache and he could volunteer to drop her home. And instead, they'd go hang out, just the two of them, at some other nightspots he liked. First, she was reluctant about the idea, but then Ramon guilt-tripped her saying he never got to spend any alone time with her except in the car. So she relented.


Friday night, Priya rushed through her dinner and ran into the bedroom to get ready for the date night. When she came out over an hour later, she looked jaw-droppingly stunning. She wasn't showing a lot of skin or anything.... it was after all a Midwestern winter night, so skimpy clothes were out of the question. She was wearing a red college-girl style skirt, which extended an inch below her knee. Below that, she had on knee-length leather boots with heels. On top, she was wearing a white button-down shirt that was very snug-fitting, so it accentuated her big tits and her flat stomach. And it was very white so the black bra she was wearing under it was visible. She had also left the top two buttons of her shirt open, giving a nice hint of cleavage. And her shoulder-length hair, which she usually tied into a bun or a ponytail, was down in waves, which contrasted well with her make-up and bright red lip stick. She looked so ravishingly beautiful, I felt like fucking her right there. But she refused, not wanting her make-up messed up.

Then she got a call on her cellphone from her friend Kristen that she was about to reach our house to pick Priya up. Priya wore a shiny leather coat that went down to her knee, wrapped a scarf around her neck, put on a loose woolen cap, and got ready to leave. There was a honk, and my wife kissed me on the lips, and left the house.

Barely 30 seconds later, my cellphone rang and I answered.

"Ajit, could you come out? Everyone wants to meet you and get introduced." Priya said.

"Um, sure." I said, put on a jacket and other woolen stuff and walked out.

I saw two cars parked on the road outside the house and Priya was sitting in the back of one of them. I walked up to it, and a pretty young blonde behind the drivers side flashed me a big smile and yelled,

"Hiiiii Ayyy-jeet." pronouncing my name like Americans usually do. "Priya has told us soooo much about you." "Priya?" I said, smiling at her and extending my hand which she took.

"Yeah, it is too friggin hard to say Priya. So we just call her Pri. I am Kristen by the way." she said happily. "Thanks for letting us kidnap your wife for tonight."

"No problem." I said smiling at Kristen and then at Priya.

"I'll introduce the others." Priya said. The guy in the front next to Kristen was Max. The girl next to her was Susan. I was surprised at how young they all looked.

"You guys don't look like you're of drinking age." I said.

"Obviously we're not." Max said disappointedly, "Which is why we're just going to alcohol-free dance clubs. Priya is the only one who can legally drink. The rest of us are all 19 or 20. Although Ramon in the other car has a pretty good fake ID."

Two factoids wrestled with each other to shine themselves on my brain. The first, that all these people were just 19 or 20. And then I was surprised that I had not guessed it earlier. Priya was doing a bachelor course after all. So most students were bound to be that young, almost a decade younger than her.

And of course, the second fact, that Ramon was sitting a few feet away from me. I took a couple of steps to the other car, and saw him. He flashed me half a smile and nodded. He did look tall, well-built and handsome, and I could see why Priya or anyone else would feel attracted to him. He had a light brown skin, like Hispanics usually do. Although his body was like a boxer's, his face gave away his age. His face still had the innocence, confusion and bravado of a 19-20 year old. I walked up to him and extending my hand, said,

"Hi, I'm Ajit."

"Hey man." he said in a thick Mexican accent, "Ramon."

He didn't say much else, and did not look chatty or friendly like the others. He was probably nervous about meeting the husband of the woman he was banging. A woman, almost a decade older than him. I nodded at him and walked to the front car.

"So no drinking tonight?" I asked looking at Max and Kristen.

"Nah, we could if Priya here agreed to buy booze for us. But she refuses." Kristen chirped.

"Hey, if I get caught, I'll be deported!" Priya protested.

"Yeah, we know. Just givin you a hard time, Priya." Kristen laughed. "Anyway, we gotta get going to our alcohol-free dance club. Have a nice night, Ajit. We'll get your wife back safe and sound."

"Have a good time, all of you." I said, leaning into the rear window and pecking Priya on the cheek.

I stepped back and they drove away. Ramon nodded at me again as he drove past me. I stood there for a while, surprised at myself for not realizing how young he was. I smiled as I realized that when Priya and I had our first kiss in high college, Ramon was probably 6-7 years old, watching cartoons on TV. When Priya and I slept together for the first time, Ramon was years away from puberty. And this guy was now banging my wife. Seemed funny and a little sad at the same time.

I headed back into the house, and wondered what I should do. I took a bottle of scotch out of the liquor cabinet, turned on the TV and sat there, drinking and watching. I figured out another reason Ramon wanted to break away from their group. The rest of the group, all white, innocent and looking like Disney teen stars, were not going to drink. Ramon had a fake ID and he had a hot woman of legal drinking age. Of course, he'd want to break away and go to actual bars and clubs with her, instead of "alcohol-free dance clubs". -------

There were a couple of decent comedy movies on cable that night that I kept switching back and forth between. And kept sipping on my scotch. An hour or so later, I was pretty buzzed when my phone buzzed. A text message from Priya - "told em headache n left. Ramon n i goin to bar. love you." So they had finally dumped the other group. I texted back a message saying I loved her too. And got back to watching the movies.

As I watched, I also kept thinking about Priya and Ramon. I had always sort of pictured in my mind her being in the car with him. But now that I saw how he looked, the pictures were clearer, and I got turned on. The thoughts of a 19 year old tall burly guy with a baby-face having his way with my petite and pretty wife, ten years older than him, were very arousing. I wondered what he would do tonight. Dance with her, fondle and paw her in public in bars, as other men looked on and envied him for being with such a hot Indian woman. Maybe he'd take her to the bathroom in a bar or club and fuck her there. But that was almost as uncomfortable as doing it in a car.

Two hours passed and it was almost midnight when I got another text message from Priya - "am bein such a notty girl tonite. flrting with all his friends. dancing with em n all. love you." His friends? Where did his friends come from? I thought it was going to be just Ramon and her. But clearly there were others too. That worried me and turned me on at the same time. The idea of Priya, all dolled up, flirting and dancing with a bunch of guys in a bar while getting drunk was very exciting. But I was also concerned. Her with just one guy she knew and trusted was one thing. But a bunch of guys, all drunk, seemed a little scary. However, I just sent her back a text message saying I was glad she was having fun.

Another hour passed and another text message from Priya. This one was full of spelling errors so she was obviously very drunk by now - "ala gusy luv me. bt am nt letng thm do much. gonan go 2 carlos huse wit Ramon." Okay, who the fuck was Carlos? Obviously, one of Ramon's friends, but why was she going to his house. I decided it was time to get some information, so instead of texting back I called her up. But she didn't answer and it went to voicemail. Five minutes later, I called her again, but no answer. Fifteen minutes later, my phone rang, and it was Priya finally returning my call.

"Hiiiiiiiii" she squealed, sounding very drunk.

"Hey honey, what's happening?" I asked.

"I love you soooooo much." she said.

"I love you too." I answered.

"I am in the ladies bathroom." she said. "I could not answer your call because the guys were all around."

"Ok. Who is this Carlos whose house you're going to?"

"He is Ramon's cousin. We're goin to his place for some drinks... the bar is about to close. Can I go?" she asked in a sweet voice.

"Okay, will you be spending the night there?" I asked.

"Nooooo. Just a little time. I'll get a cab home in an hour." she said, "Anyway, gotta go."

And with that she hung up. I sat there wondering if I should intervene or do something, or tell her to come home at once. But I was curious to see what would happen. I poured myself my umpteenth scotch for the night and sipped on it. I thought about whether Ramon and Carlos would both fuck her. Maybe together. Would she really come home, or would she just spend the night? I kept thinking about worrying questions and erotic scenarios and I didn't realize when I fell asleep on the couch.

I woke up with an urgent need to pee. Drinking so much scotch will do that to you. It was still dark outside and I was half asleep and still a little drunk as I stumbled to the bathroom. After I got done peeing, I suddenly remembered what the situation was. I rushed outside and checked the clock. It was a little before 4 a.m. Was Priya home yet, I wondered? I looked in the bedroom and elsewhere but the house was empty except for me. I checked the phone but there were no new text messages from her either.

She had most likely decided to sleep over at Carlos' house. But she could have sent a text message saying so, I thought to myself angrily. I was about to call her, but then I thought of another possibility. Maybe she was still having sex. So I decided to first send her a text message, asking is she was alright.

In a minute came her reply - "at crlos plc. bin a bad grl. will gt taxi hom soon. love you." I was relieved t learn that she was fine, But her mention of being a bad girl got me thinking about what she had exactly done. Only she could tell me that. So I waited for her to come home.

About half an hour later, the lock turned, the door opened and came in stumbled Priya. She closed the door and took her leather jacket off. She looked a far cry from the pristinely done beauty a few hours back. Her hair was a completely disheveled. Her make-up was messed up, with lipstick smears running from her lip to her cheek. Her skirt and shirt were absolutely crumpled, and I noticed that she didn't have a bra on underneath.

She looked at me, smiled and said, "I am so tired." She then took off her shirt, confirming she was topless underneath. And then she slid off her skirt, revealing that there were no panties either. And she stumbled towards the couch where I was sitting, naked except for her black leather knee-high boots, and collapsed on top of me. I put my arms around her and asked,

"Did you have a good time?"

"Hmmm.." she said.

"What all did you do? Or who all did you do?" I asked.

But there was no response. I looked at her and saw that she had fallen asleep. She looked so exhausted that although I was dying to find out what she had been up to, I decided to let her sleep. I slowly rolled her off me onto the couch, got up, and then picked her up in my arms. As I did, I noticed that her pussy seemed sticky and puffed, and there were hickies all over her boobs and neck. I carried her to the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. I then took off her knee-length boots and covered her with a blanket. I got in bed and put my arm around her. Within a few minutes, I was asleep too.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

SEXUAL INDEPENDENCE OF AN INDIAN HOUSEWIFE
PART6
I woke up next day, Saturday morning to the sound of Priya asking me to get up. I opened my eyes and saw her, dressed in a t-shirt and trackpants, her hair wet and her body smelling of a fresh shower. She was holding a tray with tea and breakfast on it. She looked at me and said,


"Rise and shine. Here's breakfast."

I sat up, and took the cup of tea. Priya sat next to me and started hungrily wolfing down the upma she had made. I picked up my plate of upma and asked her,

"So do you have a hangover?"

"Yeah." she said grimacing, "but not as bad as I expected. Just a headache."

"Good. The upma will help, with all the carbs." I said.

"I know, that's why I made it." she said and resumed eating.

I let her finish eating before asking her the next question.

"So... did you have fun last night?"

Priya smiled at me and said she had. And started filling me in on what had happened.

After they bailed on their college group, Ramon took Priya to a bar. The bar was run by one of his friends, and was a place where a lot of his friends and cousins hang out. Ramon took her to a table in the back of the bar where 4 guys were sitting - Miguel who owned the bar, Pat and Stu, his friends, and Carlos, Ramon's cousin. All four guys looked very surprised to see Priya but quickly started making small talk with her and Ramon as they joined them. Ramon was looking very smug and happy as if he had won the lottery.

Pat explained to Priya the reason for everyone's surprise at seeing her and Ramon's smugness. He had told them about her, but all of them had refused to believe it. They said even the uglier Indian women rarely go out with hispanic guys and do the sort of stuff he said they did. So a married Indian woman ten years older than Ramon? No way could that be true, they said. Either she was fat or ugly, or both, if at all she existed in the first place. But now that they saw how hot she was, they were proven wrong and Ramon was proven right.

Priya felt a little embarrassed that Ramon had told all these guys everything about her. She felt awkward for a while. But they were nice and polite, weren't making any lewd or suggestive comments, so that put her at ease. They all started drinking and talking, and pretty soon Priya was having good time. She flirted with all of them, and danced with them too. A couple of them tried to cop a feel or a fondle when Ramon wasn't looking, and she allowed it within limits. But stopped the guys whenever they tried to go under her clothes. Ramon however, kissed her, fondled her, and even fingered her under the table as the night went on.

Ramon's actions as well all the attention from the other guys while dancing, combined with the alcohol was making Priya very horny. That's when she sent me the text message about being a "notty girl". A few hours later, Miguel said he had to go and tally the bar receipts for the night and Pat and Stu said they needed to get going. It was just Ramon, Carlos and Priya. Carlos started talking about some special wine he had bought and invited them to his place to try it. By now, Priya was so far gone, that she didn't think much about it and agreed. That's when she sent me the text message about going to his place.

At Carlos' house, they drank the wine, which Priya said she did not enjoy much so she didn't have much of. But they did keep giving her rum and tequila. As drunk as she was, she realized that if she got too drunk and passed out, maybe Carlos would do some stuff to her too, which she was not ready for. So she kept track of how much she was drinking and didn't go over the limit.

Ramon was fondling her all the time here too, but since there was no table to conceal it, she did not let him finger her. Carlos didn't say too much, nor did he try to do anything. But Ramon kept trying to convince Priya to show Carlos her tits as a "thank you" for being the host. She refused. A while later, Carlos announced that he was very sleepy, so was going to his bedroom. But Ramon and Priya were welcome to stay as long as they wanted.

A few minutes after Carlos retreated to his bedroom and closed the door, Ramon told Priya to get off the couch. When she did, he removed the cushions and opened the pull-out mattress under them. And then, he literally pounced on Priya. Within seconds, both of them were naked, and in each others arms. He was very rough with her, which turned Priya on a lot. The sex between me and her is usually gentle, and although once in a while we do rough it up, she said Ramon was at a wholly different level. He pulled her hair hard, bit her all over her body.

She was asking him to fuck her right away, but first he made her get on her hands and knees and spanked her ass really hard for a good minute or so. Then he turned her over on her back, put her legs on his shoulders and penetrated her with his big cock in one swift motion. As he fucked her like that, he kept pinching her nipples and roughly grabbing her big boobs. Usually when they had sex in the car, it was possible to do it in only one positions. But this time, Ramon kept changing positions every few minutes. He made her turn on her side and fucked her cunt like that, holding one leg of hers straight up. He then turned over around and fucked her doggy style really hard, slapping her ass one cheek at a time. Next, he grabbed her ankles from the doggy position, lifting them up and holding her legs by his side, fucking her in a wheelbarrow position. That position, where her hands were the only thing touching the bed, was a new one for Priya and she liked it so much that she had an intense and loud orgasm during it.

Ramon however kept going for fifteen more minutes, switching between positions and he finally came deep in her cunt while he was on top of her. Priya said this was the best he had ever fucked her, going on for almost half an hour and trying all sorts of positions. It showed her how the car space had limited his technique on previous occasions. She loved how he was brutally rough to her the whole time, pulling her hair, slapping her face, tits and ass, biting her and even calling her all sorts of dirty names. I asked what sort of dirty names and she said - indian slut, indian whore, indian cunt, and so on. Today, for the first time he kept making a lot of references to her Indianness and asking if she loved his hispanic cock. And the way he was pounding her, she obviously had to say yes, she absolutely loved it.

Once he was done cumming, they were both exhausted, and just lay there in each others arms for a while. And then they started talking, really talking, for the first time since their fling started. Ramon got them some more drinks and they talked. Priya said she was really enjoying all this, but she hoped that he understood that this was just a no-strings-attached purely physical thing. Ramon said it was the same to him too, and he loved his girlfriend a lot. So Priya should not worry about any emotional complications.

Then they talked about each others sexual pasts. Ramon found it very difficult to believe that before him, I was the only man she had slept with. He said that considering how beautiful she was, what a hot body she had, and what a tigress she was in bed, he had expected her to have had at least a dozen sexual partners so far. He then told her he had slept with about ten women so far, but she was the first Indian he ever slept with, and she was also the oldest woman he had ever been with. He told her that she was not the first woman with whom he had cheated on her girlfriend. he found it difficult to limit himself to just one woman, and Priya said she understood how he felt.
They finished their drinks and were cuddling on the bed silently for a while when Ramon asked her if she had ever thought of having a threesome. By now, he was also fingering her and she was getting horny again. Plus she was still drunk. So she said that yes, she had often fantasized about it (which was news to me!) but didn't know if she could actually go through with one. He said that any of his friends she met tonight would be delighted to join in if she ever wanted. She said she'll think about it, but for now she was happy with just doing it with him. He then asked her if she liked anal sex and she told him correctly that she and I had tried it a few times over the years, but she had never enjoyed it. All this talk was getting Priya horny and she felt Ramon getting hard again too. She got up to go to the bathroom, and said that once she came back, they should have sex. He was obviously ready.

In the bathroom, she peed and then as she was about to leave, caught a sight of herself in the mirror. The disheveled hair thanks to Ramon pulling it and all the hickies and bitemarks. As she stood there examining the marks, she heard a door open. She had not noticed that the bathroom had two doors, one from the living room and another from Carlos' bedroom. And it was Carlos standing there, staring at her naked body. She stared at him and thought of running out, but for some reason just stood there.

She then asked him if he hadn't fallen asleep. He smiled and said that she had been moaning and howling so loudly as Ramon fucked her that he could not. She smiled and apologized for it, and he said no problem, he enjoyed it. He said he was also enjoying looking at her perfect naked body and that Ramon was a very lucky guy to have it for himself. Then he asked her if she and Ramon were exclusive, or if she would consider being with other guys too. Priya said that so far it was just Ramon, but she had not really thought much about other guys one way or another. Carlos said if she ever did decide, she should give him a call. She just smiled and walked out of the bedroom.

Carlos was now the third man in the world to see her completely naked and that turned Priya on even more, if that was possible. She ran to Ramon, and he started fucking her again. Once again, it was very rough and in every position possible. In fact when I texted her in worry asking if she was alright, she was being fucked in the wheelbarrow position again and had replied to me while he kept fucking. This time he tried a couple of other positions too, fucking her from behind standing up, as he bent in her waist, and he held both her hands. He also fucked her holding her up against the wall, which she said she really liked. And again, there was a lot of dirty namecalling and references to her being Indian.

At one point when he turned her around to fuck her doggy style again, they both faced the bedroom door and saw that Carlos was standing there, watching them. She felt even hotter as she stared into his eyes, her boobs swinging back and forth rapidly as Ramon fucked her doggy style. When Carlos saw that she did not seem to mind him watching, he took out his erect cock from his shorts and started jacking off. She saw his cock which she said was also pretty big....maybe big cocks ran in their family. Priya realized that she was in the danger of losing self-control and fucking Carlos too, something she didn't want to do yet. (Yet?? I asked and she smiled). So she told Ramon to cum soon because she needed to get home. Ramon who had been holding back his cum with great effort, immediately let loose and filled her cunt for a second time that night.

Ramon then said that she should help finish off poor Carlos too, but she shook her head. He said maybe take it in her mouth and she refused. Then he said she should at least let him cum on her tits, because if it weren't for him and his apartment, they would not have gotten together that night. She reluctantly agreed and as soon as she did, Carlos rushed forward, whacked his dick really fast and sprayed her tits with his cum.

Priya then said she really needed to get going, so Carlos went to make a call to the cab company. As she started getting dressed, Ramon grabbed her bra and panties and said he was keeping them as souvenirs. She had no choice but to let him. And that's why she came home without any underwear.

After Priya finished narrating her story, I was obviously ready to bang her then and there. She was turned on too. So we started having sex right away, and as I fucked her, I noticed that her cunt had gotten slightly loose. I wondered if my being in her gave her pleasure any more, but she was moaning and groaning quite well, so I abandoned the thought.

After we finished having sex, as she was getting dressed, I asked her if she was now ready to fuck Ramon in our house and she said she still wasn't. But she would not mind doing it at Carlos' place again. Then I asked her about the threesome and Carlos. She said she was still not sure about the threesome, but she had been thinking of sleeping with someone other than Ramon and Carlos seemed like a good candidate. She also said though that now that she had tried a hispanic guy, she was curious about others - like white guys, black guys, Arabs etc. I was thrilled at how much my wife's sexual thinking had evolved in a matter of weeks.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

SEXUAL INDEPENDENCE OF AN INDIAN HOUSEWIFE
PART7
I started asking her more questions, but she put a finger on my lips and said this weekend was all about me and her. And we should talk about other guys some other time. With that, she went to the kitchen to start lunch and I sat there wondering if whatever was happening was really as good as I thought it was.

After our sex-filled weekend, Monday rolled along. Carlos had given Ramon a key to his place. So for a couple of days after classes, Ramon and Priya would head to his place, and have sex for a couple of hours before he dropped her home. Carlos was never home, because his job kept him away till late. So it was just her and Ramon. They fucked pretty much everywhere in the apartment. On the couch, on the bed, in the kitchen, on the floor, and once even in the shower, standing up. Priya described all the sessions to me in great detail, which always turned me on enough to fuck her right away. Even after her fuck sessions with Ramon during the day, Priya had plenty of energy and appetite left for me. In fact we were having much more sex now than before, so I was happy.

Middle of the week however, a small problem arose. Ramon's girlfriend was getting really suspicious. They had a big fight Wednesday night. So for the next few days, he could not get away alone after classes. He had to head home immediately to meet his girlfriend, spend time with her and work on their issues. He still dropped Priya home after classes, and they did make out a little in the car. But they could not do much. Coincidentally, this was a week I was very busy at work too. So I'd get home close to midnight and was always too tired to have sex. By the time the week ended and Saturday arrived, Priya had gone through almost three days of no sex at all, which was a big change from getting fucked by me and Ramon both on a daily basis. Even worse, on Saturday morning I got a call from my boss asking me to come to the office and help him out for an important report. So even before Priya woke up, I had to leave.

I ploughed through work on Saturday, wanting to get done as soon as possible so I could go home and fuck my wife. But the work was too much and too important. By evening I had to call and tell Priya that I will be late returning home once more. She sounded disappointed, but said she understood. And I got back to work. An hour later, Priya called me up,

"Hi Ajit. How're you doing sweetie?" she asked.

"Still buried in work." I said sadly.

"Awww. Anyway, here's the thing. Kristen called and asked if I wanted to go hang out with her. Some shopping at the mall, dinner and stuff. Since you'll be late, I was thinking of going." she said. I remembered Kristen, the pretty blonde I had met last Friday night when they all went out. She seemed like a nice cheerful girl and I thought that spending time with her would lift Priya's mood.

"Sure, sounds great. Don't be too late though. I'll be home by midnight, and tonight, no matter how tired I am, I just need to do it with you." I said.

"He he, sounds great. I am really starved too. I'll be home by midnight for sure. Kristen is 19, so it's not like we can go to bars or anything." she said.

"Alright, have fun." I said and hung up.

For a couple of hours after that I kept getting updates from Priya via text messages. Going to the mall. Bought new shoes. Going for Thai food. I was too busy to respond, so probably sensing that from the fact that I sent no replies, she stopped messaging me.

Finally at about 11 pm, the work ended and I was ready to go. My boss was very grateful to me for coming in and thanked me repeatedly. Then he insisted that I come with him to a bar for a couple of drinks, his treat. I was reluctant and first, because I couldn't wait to get home and fuck my wife. But he was very insistent. So I texted Priya asking if she was home yet. Her response was a single word - No. So I thought I might as well spend half an hour or so with my boss Mark.

Mark took me to what he said was his favorite bar. It was actually more like a club. One section of it was like a pub, quieter with seating and TVs tuned in to ESPN. And then a level below it was a dance pit of sorts with its own bar and bartender, where the atmosphere was more like a club, with loud music, dim lights and so on. Mark and I sat at the bar, ordered a couple of beers and sat there talking of this and that.

About ten minutes passed and we noticed a lot of guys getting up from their tables and going to the railing on the side which overlooked the dance pit. Mark wondered out aloud why all these men were standing there looking into the pit. The bartender overheard him and said, apparently there's a hammered chick getting felt up really nicely by a couple of guys, and everyone's hoping to get a look at her boobs if she flashes them. Obviously, Mark and I immediately got up and headed to the railing too. We had to push and jostle a bit to get to a spot where we had a good view of it.

"Where's the action at?" Mark said aloud to no one in particular.

"There. The back corner. See that chick in the short skirt wiggling her ass?" someone answered. I craned my neck to see, but I still couldn't get a good view of the portion of the dance pit he mentioned.

"Oh yeah, I see her. Damn. Look at her move. What is she though?" Mark said.

"What is she? A hot horny drunk chick, that's what she is." the same guy answered.

"No I mean...ethnically... the dude with his hands all over her is Mexican. But she doesn't quite look Mexican. She looks kinda....Indian. His kinda Indian." Mark said pointing at me. "Hey Ajit, come over and see if this woman is one of your people, will ya?"

I pushed through a few men and came next to where Mark was standing. I then followed his gaze. And I almost exclaimed out in shock. Not only was the woman Indian, she was my wife! Dancing with her was a hispanic looking guy that was not Ramon. And he had his hands on the back of her skirt, very visibly grabbing and fondling her ass. She had her hands on his shoulder and was shaking her ass to the music. A few feet away from her, I saw Kristen dancing with a black guy, but they weren't being as amorous as Priya and her partner.

"Well, is she Indian?" Mark asked, poking me in the ribs.

"Yeah, yeah she is." I said, thankful that Mark had not yet met my wife or I'd have to answer some really embarrassing questions.

"Holy shit! He is lifting her skirt! Woohoo! Butcheeks!" some guy around her said, and everyone whooped and cheered. Sure enough, the guy had lifted the back of her skirt and held it above her waist. Priya was wearing a thong underneath so almost all of her ass was on display. She seemed to have noticed it and stretched her hand back to pull her skirt down. But either she was too drunk, or was doing it half-heartedly or both. After a few futile attempts to pull her skirt back down, Priya gave up and kept dancing, letting half the bar see her ass.

A few of the guys around her let out a wolf whistle and cheered. Priya turned around and smiled at them. Maybe she felt a little embarrassed, so she turned around, taking her ass out of public view, and starting grinding it against the crotch of her dancing partner. But the way she smiled and moved, I was sure she was really drunk. The guy moved his hands to the front and started massaging her boobs through the tank-top that she was wearing.

"Damn, I hope she flashes her boobs next." said Mark, a sentiment that seemed pretty universal. Because some guys on the dance floor near her started chanting in unison - show her tits! show her tits! show her tits! Priya smiled and shook her head, as she rested it on her partner's shoulder. He bent his head and started kissing her, very passionately. She put a hand behind his head and started kissing him back hungrily too. And I found myself getting really turned on. So far she had described everything she did in great detail. But now, seeing for myself, the way she was lip-locked with a stranger, felt very erotic. I was worried I might start getting a hard on in public.

"Look at how she is eating his face!" someone around me said. "That women needs a good fucking tonight, and Chico there is gonna give it to her."

After a long time they broke their kiss and the guys around started applauding and cheering. Her partner then whispered something in Priya's ear, and she closed her eyes and slowly nodded. The guy flashed a big smile at people around him and then his hands went down to the hem of her top. He slowly started pulling the top up as the guys started cheering.

"Booby time!!!" someone around me exclaimed.

He rolled her top up slowly, almost teasingly, and her flat stomach and belly button came into view. The cheering and clapping around them got really loud as the top rolled up even further. And just as it was right below her boobs, a big guy, almost 7-foot-tall and big-built, stepped between the cheering guys and Priya, and pulled her top down. Everyone let out groans of disappointment as the big guy, apparently a bouncer in the club, started talking very animatedly to Priya's guy. There was a lot of gesturing and hand-waving. Kristen and her black guy stopped dancing and joined the trio. Soon, the black guy, Priya's guy and Kristen were arguing with the bouncer, while Priya, looking very dazed and drunk, just stood there leaning against her guy's chest.

I didn't understand what was happening until some guys around me started discussing it and I got it. Apparently most clubs have these unwritten rules about flashing. Flashing till underwear is fine, which is what the guy did when he showed Priya's thong-clad ass to everyone. But actual nudity was forbidden. So showing her boobs would have crossed the line. Add to it the fact that Priya seemed totally hammered. When a woman was that drunk, even if she flashed people voluntarily, clubs were worried that the next day they might come back and sue them for letting it happen. So the bouncer had stepped in and put a stop to it.

In a few minutes, the argument between the bouncer and Priya's friends ended and he walked away, shaking his head and looking upset, The four of them then walked away from the dance pit and to the side, where we could not see them.

"Well, show's over." Mark said. "We should get going, Ajit. Your wife must be waiting for you."

"Yeah, just a second, I need to go to the bathroom." I said and walked away.

"Okay, I'll pay for our drinks and meet you by the exit." Mark said.

I walked away, across the bar, and making sure that Mark wasn't looking, went to the stairs. I walked down to the lower level where the dance pit was, hoping to catch a glimpse of Priya. I scanned the bar stools and the dance floor, but I didn't see her anywhere. walking behind people to make sure I wasn't seen, I walked around the dance floor, but didn't see her or any of her friends. Walking a little further, I saw that there was a small passage at the opposite side where I saw Kristen standing talking to the black guy. Immediately, I took a few steps back and hid behind a wall section to make sure she didn't see me. I stood there, and searched for Priya but she was nowhere to be seen.

A few minutes passed and I alternated between scanning the place for Priya and looking at Kristen and the black guy. That's when a door opened behind them and the hispanic guy stepped out of what I guessed was a bathroom. Kristen said something to him very animatedly and he seemed to be laughing. The black guy then started walking into the bathroom, but Kristen held his arm as if to stop him. He shook her grip off easily, walked in and closed the door. After that Kristen seemed to be yelling at the hispanic guy, who was smiling and saying something back. He tried to put a hand on her shoulder but she slapped it away. Then she stormed off towards the bar stools, and the guy followed her saying something. I wished I could hear what they were talking about. And I wished I knew where Priya was.

That's when I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket. I answered it, and it was Mark asking where I was. Reluctantly, I told him I'd be there in a second, and walked out of the dance pit, careful to stay hidden from Kristen's view. I climbed the stairs and went to the exit, where Mark was waiting for me and we both got into our cars to go home.

As soon as I got into the car, I took out my phone and dialed Priya's number. It kept ringing for a while and I thought it would go to voicemail when it was answered.

"Hello honey." I said.

"Ajit, it's me Kristen. Priya went to the bathroom and left her phone with me." said Kristen's sweet voice a little too rapidly as if she had rehearsed the line before answering the phone.

"Oh, hi Kristen. I just called to see how she was doing and when she'd be home." I said.

"I'll get her home soon." Kristen said and went silent.

"Ok... where are you all at?" I asked. There was a pause for a few seconds before Kristen answered,

"We're at this club downtown. We just felt like dancing a bit."

"Is it just the two of you?" I asked, hoping for some clue about the identity of the men. Another pause and then she said,

"Yeah, just the two of us. Two gals having some gal-time you know." and then she laughed playfully.

"Ok. Just get her home soon. Bye." I said and hung up.

I drove home, trying to figure out what exactly had happened. How had an innocent shopping trip with Kristen turned into a wild night at a bar where Priya got felt up and exposed in public. And who were those two guys? I hoped Priya would get home soon and enlighten me.

Half an hour later when I was home, I heard a car pull up outside the house. I went to the window and saw it was Kristen in her car with Priya next to her. She got out, wearing her thick coat over her clothes, and walked towards the door. The walkway was covered in snow, and after just a couple of steps, my visibly drunk wife tripped and fell. I immediately rushed to the door and walked out to help her in when I saw Kristen had gotten out of the car, helped her up and was escorting her to the door. Kristen looked very embarrassed as I went and helped her bring Priya into the house.

"I love you so much." Priya said and started kissing me as Kristen and I were bringing her in. Two distinct smells wafted from her mouth. One was alcohol, which she had had a lot of. The other was obviously semen, which suggested she had given someone a blowjob very recently.

Kristen and I got her inside the house and laid her down on the couch.

"She is very drunk." I said to Kristen questioningly.

"Yeah, she had a lot to drink at the club." Kristen answered, looking very uncomfortable.

"Were you driving drunk?" I asked, a little upset. "For god's sake, Kristen, you're already underage, and drunk driving is illegal at any age! And dangerous!"

"No, no. I didn't drink at all." Kristen said defensively. "They let me into the club with the understanding that I would not be served any alcohol."

As I looked at her and thought back to what I had seen, I realized that she was telling the truth. At no point had she seemed even the slightest bit drunk.

"Oh ok. Sorry about that then. Anyway, what happened tonight?" I asked.

"Ajit, sorry, but I really gotta get going." Kristen said and almost ran out of the door.

After she drove away, I closed the door and turned around to see a surprising sight. Priya had taken her coat off, pulled her skirt up around her waist, and was lying there with her eyes half open and her legs fully open. She didn't have her panties on and her moist pussy was inviting me.

"Fuck me." she said, looking at me. And right away, I took my pants off and jumped on top of her. As my erect cock slid into her, I realized her cunt was already very sticky, so she had clearly been fucked by someone recently who came inside her. The sticky cunt, along with the semen smell from her mouth indicated that a lot of had happened that night that I didn't know about. The realization that my wife had now gotten fucked by someone else apart from Ramon got me really turned on and I started pounding her harder. Within a few minutes, I shot my seed inside her and rolled off her. I then sat on the floor next to her face and asked her,

"Priya, you've been a slut again tonight, haven't you?"

She nodded, her eyes now fully closed.

"Wanna tell me about it?" I asked.

"Later." she replied, then turned over on her side to face the backrest of the couch. I started to lift her up to carry her to the bedroom but she said, "No no no....just leave me here. If you pick me up I might puke."

So I left her there, and walked to the bedroom to sleep there alone. I lay on the bed, trying to imagine what exactly had happened. I thought of all possible scenarios for a while, but shortly, my tiredness took over and I fell asleep.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

alkak75-

Journey of a Cuckold continue after last part

Rohini was thrilled with the news of our acceptance to her proposal. I conveyed the news after our safari trip while Mayuri and Shrini 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 Mayuri 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, Mayuri had consulted her physician for advice on starting a family and also made arrangements for the Udaipur trip before traveling to India. Mayuri showed the signs of her acceptance quite openly after her first night with Shrini during the trip. Most folks at the Safari mistook her to Shrini's wife. The two days I stayed away from Mayuri were brutal; my mind was flooded with negative thoughts. Fortunately, the thoughts were of losing Mayuri to Shrini and not about agreeing to the mistress proposal.

I went to chat with Rohini the evening before Mayuri 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, I started.

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

"About what?"

"About losing Mayuri," I responded

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

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

"Of course," she responded.

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

"What if she falls in love with Shrini?"

"No way!"

"Mayuri is wiser than that."

"Besides, she is getting the best that Shrini 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.

"Yes," she started, "a black partner at Mayuri's firm has taken interest in her." I recollected Mayuri's talk about black partner with Shrini 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 Mayuri is willing."

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

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

"Shrini 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 Mayuri was planning. We discussed a little more about this new affair that Mayuri 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.

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

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

"Trust her instincts."

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

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

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

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

"What are your plans for her when she gets back?" she asked steering the conversation away from the sensitive issue.

"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 Shrini as his mistress. Although, Shrini 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 Shrini loved just having sex with her or he had an ulterior motive. It was clear that Mayuri and Rohini enjoyed the psychological aspects far more than the actual act itself. Shrini always liked to be the first one to mount her and Mayuri always honored his wish. It wasn't clear if he cared whether Mayuri 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 Shrini 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.

"Mayuri is in her prime and Shrini 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 Shrini 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 Mayuri, 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."

"What would you do if she arrived ahead of Shrini?" she asked.

"You mean tonight?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Well, I would keep her busy all night," I quipped.

"I trust you on that," she said.

"She may not have any traces of their love making on her," she said.

"Unlikely, given that they would have to drive several hours to reach here."

"Although, I hope you wished they had some time to make love," she said. Somehow, it still excited me to see in her well-fucked state. I couldn't see much of her during the safari as we usually were either in hurry or made love in the dark.

"It is tempting," I managed to write.

"Would you really like that?" she asked.

"Sure, it would have made it even more exciting."

"Well, then Mayuri has read your mind," she said.

"What?" I asked surprised by Rohini's statement.

"While you are chatting with me, she is letting Shrini mount her for one last time on the trip."

"Where?"

"In your room," she responded. The hotel folks knew Mayuri was my wife and must have let her in, I thought.

"They have been at it for more than an hour, now."

"They checked in as soon as you left the hotel."

"You have two options, you can head back after another hour or so or wait for my signal," she said. My heart was racing now hearing about their latest rendezvous.

"Considering Shrini wouldn't get to see her for another two weeks, he would have at least two sessions with her, which means another hour or so."

"Alas, he can't wait any longer because his flight is in a little over two hours from now."

"Are you serious?"

"Absolutely," she said.

"So would you like a fresh creampie?" she asked. Rohini delving into the gory details annoyed me a little and I hoped she wouldn't over do it.

"Mayuri would make sure you get one but if you want an ultra fresh one then you need to reach at the right moment."

"How many times they must have done so far during this trip?" I asked changing the topic. Rohini and I had a fascination for numbers and the more Shrini mated with Mayuri the more it excited us. We subconsciously always felt that Mayuri shouldn't waste her youth. Rohini sheepishly once confessed that she felt that Mayuri should only conceive from Shrini, the reigning alpha male.

"8 (safari) + 6 (Udaipur) = 14 + extra (this evening)," she wrote. That was impressive given that they had only five nights; out of which they spent only 3 nights by themselves. Not to mention the hectic schedule of horseback riding and sightseeing that could easily sap anyone's energy. Given the circumstances and surroundings these sessions must have been briefer than any of their previous encounters but they certainly must have been intense as Shrini and Mayuri had a purpose now. Rohini and I agreed the number would be 16 for the entire trip. Except for the afternoon sessions on the safari, she took the load inside her always.

We talked a little of our plans after we return back to the US. Rohini and Shrini were contemplating if they should move to the Bay Area given we both officially accepted to have Mayuri as his mistress. Shrini wasn't keen on moving since he thought he could spend quality time with her without encroaching on our lifestyle. Rohini confessed that Mayuri had decided that Friday was reserved for Shrini. We had recently upgraded to a three bedroom apartment and this augured well with our new lifestyle. It was clear Rohini might be around a few days a week so the three bedrooms would certainly be a necessity. I was doing particularly well in my new job and didn't mind spending a little extra every month. Rohini briefly touched upon the follow-up part of promise and assured that as early as next month, I might get to taste Dolly. We chatted a little longer and then Rohini told me that it was time to head back as Shrini just stepped out of the room. She promised me that he had ejaculated not more than five minutes before he headed out.

The Internet cafe was around ten minutes away from the hotel and I dashed backed to the hotel in less than five minutes. At the front desk I enquired if my wife had arrived with her cousin and they said that she did and that her cousin just left for the airport. I slowly ascended the stairs to my room; it was on the second floor, the far corner of the building. I wondered if Mayuri controlled her moans as the walls weren't quite sound proof in the room. Even after catching up my breath, my heart was pacing frantically as I knocked on the door. I heard Mayuri ask,

"Who is it?"

"It's me. Sameer," I responded. And in a few moments, Mayuri opened the door and let me in. I met her after two days and was relieved to see her safe and sound. I hugged her. She let me in and latched the door and turned to face me. In the fluorescent light, I could see her face for once after she had been thoroughly fucked. Her face was still flushed red and it was clear that she was in bed with him not more than ten minutes ago. She was wearing a black colored night gown and looked sultry in her sexy lingerie that was skimpy by Indian standards.

"Honey," she said as she embraced me, "Looks like you missed your wife." Her red lips were gently parted and waited for mine. I lowered my lips on her and she kissed me back seductively. Our kisses became intense and very soon she groped my crotch. We liberally exchanged saliva and I sensed that she had stale breath but didn't smell much of semen. Although, it was unlikely that she didn't fellate him for couple of minutes after he ejaculated inside her.

"Looks like you have been waiting for your turn," she said seductively breaking the kiss. Mayuri pushed me down on the bed and pulled down my trousers. In a moment she pulled out my very hard pecker. I wondered if after spending two days with Shrini, she noticed the stark difference between our penises and to my utter surprise she actually admitted that.

"Shrini is way bigger than you," she exhaled as she kneeled down to take my penis in her mouth. It was a rare moment. She almost never initiated intercourse and especially in the manner she did today; trying to perform fellatio right at the outset. Perhaps this is how she approached sex with Shrini. It felt heavenly. She played with my testicles and tickled below my balls with her tongue. I agonized as she only teased me and never moved to my puckered hole. I was in no hurry to ejaculate, however. After about five minutes into the act, she said, "Oh, I forgot, he left something for you."

She turned around and straddled my face in our favorite 69 position. The pungent smell of her urine hit my nose first and then the musky smell of semen. It seemed Mayuri didn't wash herself for a while and decided to present her pussy soaked in three or four of his ejaculations. I slid her gusset aside and examined her lips. As expected they were well fucked and quite distended. The semen was leaking from her lips and some of it was smeared to inside of her gusset. I didn't need encouragement from her this time and darted my tongue out to taste the sticky remnants of Shrini on her panties. Mayuri quickly realized what I was doing and responded, "Hmm..."

"You are the best!" she moaned as my tongue circled her open vulva.

"Beyond any doubt," she seethed as my tongue slide inside the folds to make way for the semen to trickle down into my mouth.

"No wonder so many bulls are eagerly waiting to mount your wife," she mumbled. Mayuri was indeed responding violently even after having a prolonged session with Shrini.

"Lick it," she urged, "every drop of it."

"Pay homage to what would make a home in your wife's womb," she exhaled. She had stopped sucking me and was completely engrossed in experiencing my slimy tongue slithering in and out of her well fucked, distended pussy. Her hands occasionally massaged my pecker and testicles. As my tongue stroked her pussy, sucking in every drop of semen, she encouraged me with her vulgar monologue. Mayuri immensely enjoyed the feeling and shuddered a few times, communicating that she was on the verge of her orgasm. It was very delicate and not as intense as I was expecting, the way things warmed up. Mayuri had been toying with my testicles, cupping them up and squeezing them a little harshly.

"These are no good," she exclaimed holding both my penis and testicles. I couldn't respond to her talking as my face was practically covered with her pussy and legs. She slid forward a little and placed her anus right over my lips and at the same time moved her finger to my anus saying, "Perhaps this might be of some help."

"Sameer, you could beat Shrini with your prowess if you were doing my back hole," she joked, perhaps contemplating anal intercourse with me.

"On the other hand, you could return the privilege by letting me do you," she added seductively. I was puzzled with this sudden twist and my heart skipped a beat as I wondered if Rohini ever shared our dirty secret with her. She wet one of her finger and probed my anal opening gently. I subconsciously responded to her by fervently tonguing her anus.

"I know this feels good," she said sensing my reaction, "someday we should practice a little seriously." She played a little and then let go of my penis and flopped next to me. She was breathing heavily; her breasts rising up and down rhythmically. I was not quite satisfied yet and quickly moved to honey pot and dipped my tongue again in her. I did something nasty and once again licked the inside of her panties. She loved the feeling of possessing a subservient husband, who was ever willing to please her. I noticed a smug look on her face as I moved to lay next to her.

"Who are the other bulls," I asked initiating the thread of our conversation that I couldn't pursue earlier. She grabbed my hard pecker and said, "You are getting excited at the prospect of having more people mount your wife. Isn't it?" She didn't wait for answer and said, "There are several, who at the drop of a hat would mount your wife and impregnate her."

"What are you talking about?" I asked surprised by her track of conversation.

"Nothing, just remembering the folks who made a pass on me," she casually responded.

"What? Who?" I asked.

"Your friends," she responded.

"Shrini, Pratik," she quickly added.

"What Pratik too?"

"He is no saint," she quipped.

"Who else?" I encouraged her to complete the list.

"Well practically everyone I ever met but some have been persistent."

"I told you about the black partner, right?" she quickly added.

"Not really."

"He is interested and if I do offer him some privileges then the path to partner role would be quickly paved."

"Why would you want something like that?"

"If you have not realized, I intend to have a bigger family."

"You always thought children were too much of a chore," I complained.

"Yes they are," she replied looking deeply into my eyes; her lips curling in a naughty smile.

"Making them though is not a chore," she said and kissed me forcefully. The sexual heat emanating from her was driving me crazy. I was yet to get a chance to dip my penis in her vagina on this trip; the only other chance I got was conditional to my acceptance of Rohini's proposal. While Mayuri had been vocal earlier; she never behaved in a randy fashion. Tonight she exuded a sexual aura that I had never sensed earlier. It reminded me of the lionesses in heat that would titillate the male lions to mate with her. I had always wondered if the lioness would care if the male lion happened to be the pride owner or another young male lion or perhaps a nomadic lion that happened to be around. Mayuri was entering into the mood again with the thought of conceiving from Shrini (or other bulls?). She stroked my penis while kissing me forcefully. In a matter of minutes, I couldn't handle it any further and proceeded to mount her. She broke the kiss momentarily, and wording her disapproval, "No," continued to kiss me. Her stroking motion continued and not able to control myself, I humped rhythmically with her stroke.

As we settled into a good rhythm, she said, "Fuck my other hole while my lover pounds my pussy and implants a baby." Her hand guided mine to her wet pussy and urged me to finger her. It was a weird scene. Here I was pumping with my pecker firmly logged in her left palm while my left hand was busy fingering her.

"Tell me," she exhaled, "wouldn't you want Shrini to father all your children?" Mayuri was in an elated state and was intensely enjoying verbal humiliation. I myself was amused by the situation but her taunts were pleasurable, given the way she handled me. It never seemed she was berating me; instead it was to titillate me. Mayuri, however, was cunning and many a times would either imply or confess that she desired this.

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"Wouldn't you?" she asked me again; certainly not expecting any answer from me.

"Or would you rather give each of your friends a chance," she seethed as she probed my anal opening with her right hand. My fingers were furiously see-sawing through her sloppy vagina. For a moment, the thought actually flashed through my mind. She could have only implied Vinil, Pratik, and Shrini. Mayuri was far more attractive than any of the other women in our circle and hence I was sure none would refuse such a splendid opportunity.

"Or would you rather hand the privilege to black partner from my firm?" she asked teasingly. I kissed her in response.

"Who would you prefer?" I asked breaking the kiss.

"Does it matter?" she replied after a brief pause.

"As long as I am in heat and it is not you - the lawful owner - who is mounting," she added giggling.

"Seriously," I urged her.

"Shrini is obviously a choice," she answered thinking a little.

"Don't stop," she urged me to continue the humping motion as I had slowed down my tempo.

"Vinil doesn't even qualify," she said dismissively.

"The black partner from my office might be a good candidate but then he could make your wife his private slut," she reasoned, "and I can't conceive from him and yet keep this a secret."

"Pratik is not very appealing," she said and then contradicted herself, "but neither was Shrini."

"I have heard horrible things about Pratik," she added.

"What?" I asked.

"Just that he is unhygienic and that he almost never engaged in oral sex and rarely ever kisses Sneha."

Pratik was certainly not particular about hygiene and was well known for taking baths every couple of days. The other aspects intrigued me as he never expressed his aversion to oral sex and kissing. I learned that he never engaged in French kissed Sneha as the idea was too gross for him.

"So she was complaining," I said.

"Yes but only about those two things."

"She actually was very happy with her sex life because he makes up for it. She claimed she never missed an orgasm because of lack of foreplay."

"He is very well endowed it seems," chided Mayuri.

"Sounds good isn't it?" she teased me.

"May be Sneha has a problem with her breath," I interrupted.

"She has awesome breath and is a great kisser too!" Mayuri retorted quickly.

"How do you know?" I asked. Mayuri hesitated, only a little, and then said, "I have kissed her."

"What?" I asked stunned.

"She wanted to feel how it is to be kissed and I offered."

"Really?" I asked, "When was this?"

"Let us not change topic," she cut me, "you would have preferred if I had locked lips with Pratik."

"Tell you what," she said, "Why don't we recruit his services as well?" Her stroking motion increased as I had stopped humping her hearing all the strange news.

"I can assure you that bastard wouldn't rest until he has knocked me a few times," she said with a little anger. It seems he had tried to exploit her a few times after we had gotten married but Mayuri never took it seriously. I was a little upset hearing this to which she said, "It has happened to me several times."

"You should be proud that your wife elicits sexual interest of other men."

"Instead of getting mad, you should figure out ways to let them have her," she joked.

"Yes sure. This time when they visit why don't you spend your nights with him while I spend my nights with Sneha," I quickly retorted.

"Honey," she said, "Unlike you he has the capacity to satisfy both his wife and your wife!"

"There is no way he is going to tolerate you sleeping with his wife," she said.

"Albeit, Sneha might not mind in enlisting your services to prime her for Pratik," she added sexily, grinding my testicles. I was stunned with her coarse remark. Although, I loved the smell and taste of Mayuri and was ever willing to please in every which way, it didn't quite mean that I would do the same for Sneha. The notion that I ranked below Pratik from her perspective struck me as he wasn't particularly good looking. Over the years, he had put on too much of weight and had a distinct pot belly and even his face showed his age with a double chin. To compound, his irascible and callous behavior along with his unhygienic characteristics never made him popular among women.

"No one can appreciate the importance of your soothing tongue more," she continued.

"Can you believe," she said, "she can count the number of times Pratik performed oral sex on her."

"Sneha is a fairly large woman," she said, "if she can't accommodate him with ease, then even I can't"

It dawned on me what appealed her about Pratik. Mayuri certainly wasn't interested in anyone who wouldn't fall in Shrini's league ever since she tasted sex with him. She was certainly curious about what Pratik had to offer; I just hoped she wouldn't go out of the way to find out.

"Who knows, she may even repay by performing oral sex on you."

"And keep away Pratik, if you don't want him to have his share."

"I have heard dreadful things about him from Sneha but she did hint that he is well endowed."

"Although, Rohini claimed he would be no match to Shrini."

"How would she know?" I asked.

"Precisely," responded Mayuri.

"Did you enjoy your time away with Shrini," I asked changing the topic.

"Very much," she said and leaned into me for a hot kiss.

"Although, I wished you were there to prime and soothe me," she said breaking the kiss.

"Are you in love with him," I asked hesitantly. She laughed and acted surprised with my question.

"Honey," she said, "you are very innocent."

"The only person who deserves my love and adoration is you!" she said emphatically.

"Do you feel Shrini and Rohini have kind of played with us," I asked.

"Yes," she responded after a little thought.

"There is no way you would agree to have him impregnate me."

"Were you aware of this?" I asked.

"To some extent and I played along only after realizing that you actually enjoyed the thought of sharing your wife with him."

"Was the pregnancy thing his idea or your idea?" I asked.

"It was our idea," she said, "I mean it was yours and mine."

"Mine," I responded stunned.

"You relish the very thought of it," she added emphatically.

"To me as a woman, it was only natural that the one that pleases me more in the bed deserved a chance." I kissed her and tried to roll on top of her; trying my luck the second time.

"Can you read something," she asked sexily.

"What?" I asked puzzled with her question and I looked if there was something scribed on her body.

"Property of Shrini!" she exclaimed.

I massaged her breasts and kneaded her nipples. I wasn't sure if my mind was playing tricks with me but her breasts looked a little swollen. I nibbled on her nipples and gently squeezed them while she gently stroked my hard penis. As I moved to get on top of her, she said, "I think you better not."

"Why?" I asked.

"Only the alpha male mounts a mare in heat," she added. As I mumbled my complaints, she cut me saying, "You made the conscious choice of having your wife impregnated by your well-endowed friend."

"Now don't complain."

"Let his seed soak in and fulfill your dreams," she added.

"If you could let me catch my breath a little," she said, "I can help you ejaculate," pushing me down towards her pussy.

I spent the next few minutes eating her when she decided to relieve me. She sucked me and deep-throated me very easily and gave me such an intense blow-job that I couldn't last more than five minutes. She made sure that I didn't ejaculate in her as that privilege was reserved for Shrini. We slept in each other's arms after we both were done for the night. It was around 10:00pm and I had forgotten to ask her about dinner but she wasn't interested.

We slept blissfully for most of the night but somehow, I wasn't quite done for the night. I woke up to take a leak a little after midnight and after returning back from the bathroom noticed her laying down almost naked with her night gown riding way over her butt. She was sleeping on her stomach and one of her legs was raised over a pillow and the crack between her cheeks was wide open. She was in perfect position to be taken by Shrini. I had to play with her and decided to start from her butt, without waking her up. I gently kissed her butt and homed in on her anus. She had a strong pungent smell that indicated that she hadn't showered this morning in preparation for the night with me. I didn't hesitate from tonguing her butt. After a few minutes of licking her anus, Mayuri moaned and woke up from her sleep. She blabbered, "Sameer what are you doing?"

"Why don't you get some sleep."?

"You know there is not much you are going to get." I ignored her and went on to eat her ass out for another twenty minutes while Mayuri fingered herself to another orgasm. I wondered if she would let me take her anally given that vaginal sex was ruled out for the next month. I moved up and lay next to her straddling her butt and rubbing my penis in the crack between her butt. Mayuri moaned, "I wish, I could let you take me right now!"

"You can?" I whispered.

"There is another hole," I whispered gently nibbling her earlobe. I wasn't too worried about my breath as the licking had taken care of all the foul producing germs. She squirmed in response and pushed back her butt against my pelvis.

"I am tempted," she seethed, "but need to reserve it for one of my bulls."

"Shrini?" I said driving my penis into the crack and now it was rubbing against her pussy lips.

"He is not too keen," she whispered back.

"Then who," I asked concerned.

"Well, whoever after Shrini retires," she said casually.

"You may get a chance if you are lucky," she added turning her face towards me. I was a little disappointed at missing out on a nice opportunity. Mayuri was interested but somehow was holding out on it. Ever since this episode became official I wanted to be with Mayuri and spend quality time with her. Somehow, Rohini's mind play was working on me as I tried to prove on every occasion that I indeed was a good lover. Mayuri sensed this and asked me, "Is something wrong honey?"

"You seem to be anxious about something."

"Don't know," I responded.

"There sure is something," she said.

"I hope you are not too jealous," she said in concerned tone.

"No, it's not that," I responded.

"Good. Shrini is just a fuck-mate."

"He might get to implant his seed in me but you would be the father of my children," she said sexily, her hand gripping my penis now. I moved in to kiss her and she kissed me forcibly pushing her tongue deep into my mouth. Her breath definitely wasn't fresh but I was in too hot a state to worry about that. I instinctively humped and she tightened her grip but just enough to let my penis slide in through her palm. She encouraged me to continue the humping motion and very soon I was see-sawing through her palm in search for my climax to relieve my anxiety. I moved my left hand to her pussy and fingered her pussy but very lightly and gently kneading her clit. We kissed each other very sensuously as both of us enjoyed the pleasant and different experience.

"How many times did you do it?" I asked in between our kisses.

"16," she said instantaneously. It seemed as if both Rohini and she were also keeping a count of her sessions.

"How was it?" I asked.

"Fantastic," was her reply.

"Is there any way I can watch both of you?" I asked. She stopped for a moment and said, "You have already seen us in action once." My heart skipped a beat when I heard this. It reminded me of last year's Valentine day, which Rohini and I had secretly watched. However, I mustered courage and said, "It was too dark," implying that she was referring to the second night of safari.

"Do you want to see how well he treats your wife?" she asked sexily and kissed me.

"Let me assure you," she said, "He makes best use of the privilege you have given him."

"I know," I said.

"How badly you want it?" she asked.

"Come on, don't stop it," she said as I slowed down my tempo.

"Pretty badly," I groaned.

"What can you do for it?" she asked.

"Whatever," I said wondering if she could humiliate me anymore.

"Would you undress your wife for him?" she asked seductively. I had underestimated her. It seemed that this was just the beginning.

"Hmm..." I nodded my approval driving my penis much farther in her palm.

"Would you prime your wife for his entry?" she asked biting my lower lip. I was getting excited with the talk and increased my tempo.

"Would you guide him into your wife honey?" she asked sexily.

"Tell me, would you?" I only increased the tempo in response and my finger frigged her very roughly.

"He has a huge tool," she exhaled, "Would you lubricate it for me?"

"With your tongue," she managed to say after a brief pause, her voice wavering towards the end. I devoured her mouth as I heard this and now was frantically fucking her hand. As I hit the crescendo, she said, "Would you rim him honey as I blow him?" I shot a huge load into her palm. She withdrew her hand from underneath me and licked clean my semen from her hand to my utter surprise. It was the first time, I saw her lick my semen. She still had never swallowed my semen, though. I understood her motivation when she pulled me for a kiss pushing her tongue deep into my mouth forcing my own semen into my mouth. As our excitement settled down, she said, "You may not have the pleasure of watching us anytime soon as Shrini is shy about these things." We settled the topic for the night and went to bed. As we nuzzled into each other I quickly said, "You have become such a slut!"

"I take that as a compliment," she jokingly responded and added, "But remember I am your wife and Shrini's slut!"

The next day when we had sobered up and were about to leave to the airport, she hugged and thanked me for being an understanding husband. She confessed her love for me. As a gift for my generosity she proceeded to give me a blow-job and this time she assured that I could come in her mouth - only for that one time, though. For the next ten minutes she gave me one of the best blow jobs. It was impressive that she deep-throated me several times and her suction was so effective that I couldn't hold on for more than ten minutes. She didn't even use her hands and yet I ended up ejaculating so quickly. She gulped much of it but did pass me on some when she kissed me. She again warned me that I wouldn't get such a privilege for a long time as it was primarily reserved for her bulls.

Over the next week or so the same theme followed in our bedroom where Mayuri always teased about having to help her and Shrini during their session and each time she tested the boundaries by throwing the same questions at critical moments of our love making, in the process extending our boundaries. The wordings and manner in which she posed them varied but they pointed to the very same acts. She was confident that none of that would ever transpire as Shrini could not have tolerated my presence and certainly wouldn't like engaging with me in any of the acts that Mayuri was alluding to. Mayuri was in constant state of arousal for the next week and she was always looking for opportunities to indulge in a little foreplay.

We returned to the US after another week's stay in India. Shrini and Rohini returned a few days after we arrived in the US but due to our hectic work schedule we didn't get to spend any time with them. Mayuri and Shrini were extremely busy with their work and didn't have any chance to socialize for another week. Although, Mayuri got a little time on hand later during the weekend but Shrini was sucked into an escalation that didn't allow him any time at all. Mayuri was sexually frustrated by not having an opportunity to mate with Shrini for more than 15 days. She had tasted blood after a long layover of nine months and certainly didn't enjoy the brief gap.

It turned out that Shrini got an opportunity to be with Mayuri the second weekend after we landed in the US. Rohini had to meet some friends over that weekend so she decided to stay at her place all by herself while Shrini decided to stay at our place for the weekend as his work required him to be present in the San Francisco area for any escalation over the weekend. I anticipated this session to be an extremely hot one since Mayuri had been longing this for more than a week but wasn't sure if it would indeed be as intense and long as Shrini was overworked ever since he got back from vacation. I wanted to watch them mate but knew there was no way to spy on them. Unlike our previous apartment the master bedroom was upstairs - we were living in a town house - and the windows were facing exterior of the building and there was absolutely no way to peek inside the bedrooms. The bed was much farther from the door and hence there was very little hope of overhearing them, unless they made loud noises or yelled. I did some research on the Internet and found a very nice way of using cell phone as an eavesdropping device. It was a risky strategy but I wasn't too concerned about getting caught by Mayuri as she very well knew my desire to eavesdrop on them.

On that Friday, I reached home a little earlier and after a little foreplay with Mayuri got down to my work. The equipment was ready and needed to be located at the right place so that I could hear them in the act. The bedside table was the right place but it could be conspicuous if they made love with the lights on. I didn't believe they would - if at all the bedside lamp would be on. Shrini arrived a little after 10:00 and soon sat down for dinner. Mayuri as his obedient mistress set the dinner table and served food for him that she had already prepared. Shrini never gulped his food down unlike Mayuri and I, who were very quick with dinners. He liked to usually have his food watching TV without getting disturbed. Mayuri came into our guest bedroom after a little chitchat with him.

"He is here, honey," she whispered closing the door behind her.

"He is here to mount your wife," she said giggling and gave an open mouthed kiss. She pulled me down as she sat on the bed saying, "Come, and quickly prepare me for him." She was wearing another of her favorite night gowns that I had given her as a gift on one of our anniversaries. All I had to do was slid my hand up, push aside the gusset and drive my tongue into the folds of her vagina. She didn't need any lubrication as her vagina was extremely wet and soppy. Nevertheless, I obediently licked her up for the next fifteen minutes until she thought she was ready for Shrini's onslaught. As she stepped out into the living room downstairs, I hurriedly setup the phone near the bedside and hoped that Mayuri and Shrini don't notice it.

Mayuri took a few minutes to clean up the table and tidy up the kitchen before she joined him on the sofa. While at the sofa, they didn't talk much but just watched the program on TV. They didn't stay there for long and soon moved to our master bedroom.

"You look gloomy," Mayuri broke the silence. I could hear pretty well through the cell phone, although they weren't exactly near the phone. Shrini didn't respond.

"Don't worry," she added cheering him up, "this sexy lady is here to help you relax."

"What's up?"

"Still having problems with your boss?" she said. The sound of the creaking bed let me know that they moved to the bed.

"I am not sure, I will get the promotion," he said in despair.

"Why do you give up?"

"It is not just about work."

"I know."

"Rohini, isn't willing?"

"Don't think so," he responded dryly.

"Not sure if that would tilt the scales."

"Well, your other wife will surely tilt the scales," she said sexily.

"I can't let that happen," Shrini responded.

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"You are too possessive," she responded. There was some silence and then I heard sounds of lips smacking. It seemed like an elaborate kiss as the silence and slurping sound lasted a lot longer than I had anticipated.

"Wow, you are too hot," said Mayuri breaking the kiss.

"Looks like Rohini is not taking good care of your needs," she added.

"While she is a good wife, she never could live up to my expectations in the bedroom."

"And you are pretty sure, she wouldn't live up to the expectations of your boss?" she asked.

"She is not determined and she is definitely not the type."

"Rohini is almost 37 and certainly doesn't have the libido to satisfy his needs."

"He needs a young woman and preferably white woman."

"Indians have a fetish for white skin," said Mayuri.

"And older men, all over the world, are ever willing to mount a woman half their age!"

"It's true," responded Shrini.

"The story, however, is much complex."

"Powerful men," he exhaled, "need precious belongings of others."

"They only choose worthy baits."

"Married women, who are young, demure, and yet willing to experiment in the bedroom."

"Hmm..." said Mayuri, perhaps as she took his penis in her mouth.

"What do you want today?"

"Want to hump my face?"

"Or should I just rim you?"

"Do you agree," he asked her.

"You seem to describe yourself," giggled Mayuri.

"Instead of spending your nights with your middle aged wife, you prefer to mount your friend's young wife."

"What's worse," she added, "You impregnate her and expect your friend to raise your child."

"There is a difference, though."

"When you would be her age, your passion for sex would not wane, perhaps subside a little."

"Even then most would prefer a woman of age 25 over a woman of age 37."

"Perhaps true about older men," responded Shrini.

"Let me hump you," he said nonchalantly, "Rimming may not be a good idea."

"Are you ready for it all the way?" he asked.

"Yes, I almost skipped dinner."

"Go slow, however," she urged him.

I heard some rustling of bed sheets as they arranged themselves in right position for her face fuck. It seemed like a very important ordeal for Shrini and perhaps these were the perks that tethered him to her even after his excitement for conquest subsided. I wished to witness this piece of action as it very clearly depicted how she placed her bull on higher pedestal over her husband. It surprised me how close they had gotten as the conversation seemed very similar to the conversation between amorous couples who have shed all inhibitions. Mayuri was willing to bed his boss to advance his career and it seemed they had contemplated for a few days, if not weeks. What surprised me was that she didn't mind Rohini's unwillingness to help Shrini and instead volunteered to even take her place in that regard. It seemed Rohini had never met any of his colleagues, otherwise such a move could never be considered. In essence, I was surprised with my naivety and wowed to keep a close eye on the action between Mayuri and Shrini. For the next five or ten minutes, I only heard some moaning sounds and the sounds of slurping saliva. Towards the end the bed creaked a lot more than one would expect during a face fuck. However, having witnessed the action once and my wife's willingness, I knew that this was normal.

"Hmmm..." I heard sound of Mayuri after a while, "you certainly must have enjoyed that. I could have let you deposit your stuff in my throat but it needs to the right place for now."

"Where is the lubrication," he asked.

"Don't worry about that," she responded.

"The thoughts of your boss mounting me have already provided enough lubrication," she chuckled.

"You are taking it lightly," he said, "It might be very well him pushing his penis inside you." Mayuri grunted as he pushed his penis inside her.

"And rightly so," she answered between her moans.

"After all he is your boss and you are getting something in return."

"You indeed are fairly lubricated," he commented.

"Well, both of my husband's keep me fairly busy these days. I am always on the edge," she responded sexily.

"Are you serious about romancing my boss?" he asked shafting her.

"Yes," she immediately responded.

"I do have an interesting idea, though," she grunted.

"What?" I heard Shrini ask.

"Let's meet him and once he is salivating, drop in the news that I am willing but it has to wait since we are in the middle of starting a family."

"That would make him even more aggressive," he said.

"Precisely, you can broker the best deal for allowing to mate with your wife during her fertile period."

"Obviously, I would already be pregnant before we attempt this."

"Would Sameer agree for this?" he asked.

"Sameer doesn't have to know. Besides he always relishes the thought of having someone else mate with me."

"How long are you willing to entertain him?" he asked.

"Till my water tube breaks."

"Are you serious?"

"The question is are you ready?"

"Are you willing to let him mount your mistress?"

"More importantly are you willing to accept the promotion and relocate to India?"

I was surprised to learn about this new development. I didn't know that Shrini and Rohini were relocating to India. I wondered if that had helped Mayuri in making her mind on starting a family right away.

"I don't have a choice," he exhaled.

"Either way, I have to move back to India."

"It would help to move into a better position; that way I could support our children financially," he said.

"So, I am willing to make that happen."

"You don't know much about him," said Shrini.

"Does it matter?" she quipped.

"Good that you are not my wife," he retorted, "You are such a slut."

"Huh..." grunted Mayuri, perhaps in response to his sudden plunge into her.

"The feeling is mutual," she responded quickly.

"You are great fuck but would make a terrible husband."

"Don't waste time and fuck me and show that you deserve to father my children," she added. For the next ten minutes, Shrini plowed her pussy and as expected Mayuri was fairly noisy. I always had the urge to see her mate with Shrini secretly and hear every word of their conversation, especially when Mayuri was unaware of my eavesdropping. Today was a very good opportunity and I was glad that I did take initiative and checked the arrangements before. It strangely excited me to learn how uninhibited and willing she was with him. I was waiting to hear the description of his boss; while the thoughts of Mayuri servicing him flashed through my mind. It reminded me of her plans for the black partner from her office; all the two aspects when put together put a doubt in my mind. What if Mayuri only played with that to find out my reaction to her helping Shrini get a promotion? Shrini humped her for a while before releasing his semen inside her.

"Did that relax you?" she asked. Shrini didn't reply; perhaps he was still catching his breath.

"Tell me about him," she asked.

"No don't," she quipped, "Let it soak in."

"He is 46. Married for twenty years and has two daughters. Eldest one just turned 18 and youngest is 15."

"What about his wife?"

"She stays at home and is about his age."

"How does he look?"

"Not very good looking."

"Slightly tall but overweight, bald and dark."

"His wife is pretty, though," he added.

"What's at stake?" she asked calmly.

"If I cooperate then a fairly senior position in the India center. Otherwise, just a management position."

"How open are you with him?"

"Very open."

"He openly demanded it," he said.

"He said he wanted to bed your wife."

"No."

"All he needed was a little excitement in life."

"But no prostitutes. Only homely housewives who had normal lives and the kind who would rarely indulge in such things."

"Where did he expect to find such women?" asked Mayuri.

"In a sense, he implied it had to be my wife!"

"For how long?" she asked.

"Couple of months, perhaps."

"Did you show him my photograph?" she asked.

"No, I wasn't sure."

It surprised me that Mayuri and Shrini had earlier discussed about this issue and Mayuri had tacitly agreed to help him. At this point, I was quite certain that the black partner from her firm was none but Shrini's boss and they were just testing me. However, Shrini wasn't aware of the fact that I might be awake and hence wasn't certain if Shrini himself was aware of this. I heard slurping sound on the phone and realized that Mayuri was finishing up her mistress duty for the night. I believed, she would spend the night with him but was surprised when I heard her get up and say, "Sleep tight. I need to go fulfill my wifely duties." We continued where she left out and had another night of hot sex, one of the very firsts of that nature under our roof - one after another in a row. Though, Shrini was always the first.

to be continued... orignal writer upto here only

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I couldn't understand if that was a smile or smirk. However, I could sense that she was deriving great pleasure in feeding my insecurities. I pushed the thoughts out of my mind as my tongue ravished her vagina lapping up their mixed juices until she could no longer withstand and urged me to mount her. I was reluctant to do so as I knew that I was far too excited and would perhaps cum within a few strokes.

As luck would have it she almost pulled me on top of her and forced me to enter her. And within a few strokes I ejaculated in her. It wasn't worth the trouble going through the pain of putting on the condom just for a few strokes. I again felt ashamed of myself. Manisha, however, wasn't quite disappointed with my performance. She just joked, "Looks like talks about my session with Kishanchanji got you too excited!"

"I will make up for it tonight," I pleaded.

Nothing much was said that afternoon as I soon moved to study room to attend to my office work. Manisha meanwhile prepared to visit her doctor to get a good fit for her diaphragm – she didn't want to waste any time in letting Kishanchanji take her bareback, I guessed. Or was it that she wanted to play it safe?

Once I had drained my balls, the reality struck me that I was no match to Kishanchanji in the bedroom. It at least seemed so the way Manisha talked about it. With sanity restored, I wasn't quite sure about exploring the topic of Manisha's preferences in the bedroom. There was still this small voice somewhere lurking in my mind that told me that may be it is only my perception and the reality could be that she preferred me over Kishanchanji and it was only the novelty factor that made her enjoy her escapades with Kishanchanji. Anyway, I preferred to shelve this topic till I got a better idea.

Nothing significant happened over the next couple of days although Manisha was happier than ever. I suspected Kishanchanji kept in touch with her on the phone. I checked her mobile a couple of times to see if there were any calls from him. However, I couldn't find any numbers but it could be quite possible that Manisha might have cleared her call history.

Things took a swift turn again as Kishanchanji unexpectedly turned up Thursday morning to view another India-Australia match. Even Manisha didn't expect him as she still was in the bed while I was wide-awake waiting for that crucial match. I was surprised to find Kishanchanji at the door when I went to open the door after hearing the doorbell. He had an early morning shower, which his wet hair revealed. Apparently, he returned around midnight and was eager to watch this crucial match.

We both moved to our den next to our dining room. Our dining room is the other side of our main living room. Kitchen separates these two sections and immediately after the dining section there is this family room. The family room is a few steps below the entire flooring. There isn't any separation between the dining section and family room, which is convenient except for that the dining section is a bit elevated. The railing at the end of the dining section that logically separated the dining and family rooms was covered with a one of the bed sheets that was left to dry by Manisha.

Our family room has our main TV and our living room has small TV but we never watch TV there. The surprising element of our house was that the entrance to kitchen was from the living room and not from dining section. We had an opening on the dining section side that allowed us to pass dishes and food items and also an opening on the right side wall, which was bang opposite to the staircase and our main door.

The preferred seat in our family room is the sofa just below the dinning section railing right opposite to our king size TV. Both of us sunk in that sofa to watch the TV. The match was about to start. Both of us were pretty excited to be together again enjoying the favorite sport. Somehow, the hatred for him got replaced with respect perhaps due to the pleasure he gave my wife in our bedroom.

After about half-an-hour Manisha joined us in the family room. Surprisingly she had freshened up before joining us for the match. She was one of the last to brush her teeth even though she is usually the first to get up. I wondered if Kishanchanji called her up on the phone to let her know that he is back.

Somehow I sensed that both of them were up for something. Otherwise, why would Kishanchanji wake up so early in the morning instead of having a good night sleep immediately after returning last midnight? More importantly, why would he take a nice shower so early in the morning? His attention was mostly focused on Manisha who was sitting on our left side next to our window fiddling with her cell phone. That was another surprising thing about our house that our family room didn't have an exit to the lawn back side of our house.

Very soon, Manisha got up and moved to kitchen to make tea for all of us. Kishanchanji followed her saying that he would make it for us today. This wasn't anything unusual of him but I knew that something hanky panky might happen in the kitchen. They could be out of sight and yet keep an eye on me easily from kitchen. A brilliant idea struck me and I took my cell phone and made a call to my wife's phone, which was lying on the sofa. I quickly moved after Kishanchanji to grab a glass of water but quickly dumped my cell phone with speakerphone in the mess around the kitchen wall. With her phone I moved back to my original place.

With the loud TV volume they would be quite sure that I couldn't hear them but with her phone now I could hear what was going on in the kitchen. No sooner did I sunk into my sofa I heard Manisha exclaim,

"How come you are here?"

"You were supposed to come only on Sunday!"

"Oh Manisha I just couldn't wait any longer to meet you!"

"Stop It!" Manisha said gritting her teeth

"DON'T"

"Vinit is right there"

"Oh come on! He can't see," Kishanchanji said. And there was some silence and then I heard their lips smacking. They were right next to the phone it seemed. The kiss was fairly long and after about a minute I heard Manisha pull out for a breather and say, "You made my day!"

With the bed sheet left to dry on the railings and my low seat, I couldn't even see the kitchen window facing the dining section. In any case they would be careful not to do any hanky panky stuff in front of the window. Should they do, however, with a slight adjustment to our show case door I could at least faintly see their reflection.

"Now come on you got to make my day," said Kishanchanji.

"What is this?"

"A Gift!"

"A Gift? For me?" she quipped excitedly.

"Oh Lover," exclaimed Manisha and said "that is so cute of you." And then I heard their lips smacking again. Those words would ring forever in my ears. This was the first time she addressed that lecher as her lover. Again the kiss lasted for almost a minute. I didn't dare to turn around to see them as that might have made them suspicious.

"Don't open it"

"Let me see"

"Just wear it and show it to me."

"Now"

"Yes Now!"

"Wear that and come here to relieve me!"

I couldn't imagine the guts this man had. He wanted to be relieved in my house just behind my back by my wife.

"Are you crazy?"

"We can't do anything here in Vinit's presence," she added.

"I don't care!"

"I have come all the way so early to meet you with a special gift."

"Wouldn't you reciprocate by at least relieving me?" he pleaded

"Oh Kishanchanji!" she whispered, "You are so impatient."

"The whole of afternoon and evening is ours."

"Until then have patience!"

I interrupted their amorous foreplay by asking for tea. To which Kishanchanji quickly asked her to put on the gift that he brought for her. Kishanchanji got two cups of tea for both of us.

Manisha took sometime to descend the stairs again. I needed to make some adjustments to show case door to witness the happenings in the kitchen. I was sure they would go in for another round of petting and this time around Kishanchanji might take some unwarranted liberties. I was not sure if Manisha would have the courage to go through with it in my presence. It didn't take long for me to find out, though.

Kishanchanji received a phone call as all this was going through my mind and he excused himself saying that he would return in about 10 minutes. Meanwhile, Manisha descended the stairs as soon as Kishanchanji locked the door behind him.

"Where has Kishanchanji gone?" she asked me. I noticed that she prepared herself well for her morning session with Kishanchanji. She had taken shower and was in her favorite bathrobe now. Kishanchanji might have gifted some kind of lingerie. She came to me and sat astride me on the sofa. I could smell her fresh breath and fragrance of her new shampoo.

She leaned in and gave me a very hot kiss. It was the hottest kiss I ever received from her; or was it my mind making me feel that way. Anyway, the kiss was a leisurely one and did last for a long while. Breaking her kiss she whispered to me in her rather sultry voice, "Kishanchanji wants to take a few liberties with your wife in the kitchen."

"What?" I asked.

"He has bought a very nice gift for me and is expecting something in return."

"Really?" I blurted out feigning ignorance of the events that had transpired a few minutes back.

"Yes, the gifts are lovely and I feel obliged to return the favor."

"Gifts?"

"Yes, there is more than one."

"I hope you don't mind me accepting them."

"Don't you think it is going too far?"

"Yes. But you wanted me to go that far. Isn't it?"

"We already have gone too far by allowing him to have sex with me. Isn't it?"

"Honey but I don't want you to get emotionally involved with him."

"How could I have sex without having any kind of attachment with a person?"

"Honey that would jeopardize our relationship," I pleaded.

"Not really. In fact, bringing him in our life has actually reinforced our love for each other."

"We are spending more quality time with each other and also having a lot more sex than we used to," she justified.

It was true that we had drawn a lot more closer in the last 3 months every since she agreed to experiment with extramarital sex. We had a lot more sessions in the bedroom and truly loved each other's company. In particular, I was drawn more to my wife, perhaps, by the fear of losing her to somebody else.

"But honey?" I again interjected her out of sheer frustration not being able to reason with her.

"Kishanchanji is lonely and he needs company not just in bed but in his life."

"And hence he is just trying to develop that friendship with me."

"What is the harm in that?" she argued.

"Honey you are half his age; he better try befriending someone of his age," I reasoned.

"If I am able to satisfy him in the bed, I don't see why I can't do so in his life," she said confidently.

"What if our love suffers as a consequence of that?" I asked earnestly looking into her eyes. My harried state revealed my frustration and my insecurities. She very sternly looked into my eyes and said, "I would never stop loving you!"

"No relationship is more important to me than ours."

"Do you understand that?" she said looking into my eyes.

"Now, I am living your fantasy for you. You might as well give me some freedom to play the way I want to."

"Am I asking too much?" she asked almost threatening to back out of the deal if I didn't play along.

"No," was my reluctant response.

"Then I hope you don't mind him taking a few liberties with your wife, right?" she asked me playfully.

"What kind of liberties?"

"I don't know. Why don't you ask him?" she shot back.

"Does it matter?" she asked in a saner tone after a brief pause.

I didn't have an immediate answer to her question but I wasn't sure what that lecher had in mind. If it was only having sex in the kitchen then it wouldn't be so bad but what if he wanted some unwarranted favors. Now, I couldn't think of what he might have in mind but knew that he was too smart to just ask for sex this morning. He had been getting that, anyway. Gathering some courage I put forward my concerns to my lovely wife who was so eager to offer those liberties to her newfound lover, "What if he asks for some kind of a special privilege?"

"What privilege?" she asked intrigued with my question.

"I don't know."

"Something that we wouldn't to grant him," I said shrugging my shoulders.

"I don't think there is anything to lose. He has already slept with me more than a few times and our secret is with him now. If he wanted anything then he can even blackmail us," she said playing down my doubts.

"He is hell bent on impregnating you. What if he asks for that?" I blurted out my deepest concern.

"Oh stop it! Don't be so insecure," she almost screamed.

"If he wanted to impregnate me, he could have done so by banging me or even by blackmailing us," she added.

"I brought this up with you since I was not sure what he would have in mind and what kind of liberties he might ask," she said calmly.

"Now promise me that you would accept my decision on this. Let me take a call on whether it would jeopardize our relationship or not."

"You are unnecessarily concerned about innocuous things. So, please be patient and leave it to me."

"Just trust me," she said looking deeply into my eyes. I nodded agreeing with her decision.

"So, I ask you one last time," she said, "You have no objections to Kishanchanji taking liberties with me." I again reluctantly nodded.

"Honey, I am really in a hot mood. I wish Kishanchanji could have gone for couple of hours so that we could have had some hot, raunchy sex," she said leaning into me for another kiss. She did seem very hot and would have ravished me if we had more time. But Kishanchanji was supposed to return any minute and we didn't enough time to even go in for a quickie. Or did she want to keep herself clean for him?

I had started to think negatively ever since the episode with Kishanchanji had started. Forgetting, that she had expressed desire to make love with me just now. How could I even doubt her ever after hearing this?

Kishanchanji was back as we heard the bell ring. She quickly got up and said, "Fetch him, while I freshen up a bit for him."

"Btw, please leave for office as soon as the match is over and give me some privacy," she added with a lovely smile as she headed towards the washroom.

Hearing that my negative thoughts started again! She wanted to be fresh for him. But she just had a shower – did she want wash off remnants of our kiss? She never bothered to do that before she came to kiss me, especially after having kissed Kishanchanji?

I let Kishanchanji in and he soon joined me on the sofa. The match was getting very interesting but his mind was more on where Manisha was and he asked, "Where is Manisha?"

Before I could reply we both heard Manisha say, "I am preparing breakfast what would you folks like?"

"Oh why am I asking? I have soaked Dal for Idli and Chatni," she answered her question in no time.

"But this is going to take some time," she said to herself.

"Kishanchanji you wouldn't mind helping me. Now, would you?" she asked him in her sexy voice.

"No not at all," saying that he moved to the kitchen. The phone was still on and I could hear the conversation. In between, I had kept the show case door a bit ajar so that I could see their reflection while they were facing the window. No sooner did he reach the kitchen he asked her, "Show me?"

"What?"

"My gift you are wearing."

"You are so confident that I would wear it."

"I was hoping you would," Kishanchanji said. For once the arrogance in his voice was missing.

"I believe there were conditions attached with wearing them," she said playfully and turned towards the mixer that she had place right opposite the window. Seems that Kishanchanji had forwarded a small note along with the gift stipulating the conditions under which she should be accepting the gift, confirming my worst doubts.

"Yes, there were and I was sure that you wouldn't mind them," saying that Kishanchanji had moved towards her holding her lovingly from behind as she was working on preparing Chatni for the Idli's. Both of them were carrying on their romance right in front of the window completely ignoring my presence. I couldn't very clearly see them in the mirror but they were nevertheless visible.

"How could you be so sure?" she said looking sideways to him. "Apart from such an outrageous condition you had three more conditions that weren't mentioned," she added.

"What is outrageous about it?" he said rationalizing his demand gently playing with her glowing arms.

"We are anyway sort of leading that lifestyle. This is just formalizing it," he said nuzzling into her neck, perhaps giving small pecks.

"Still I am already married. How could I take on another husband?"

"Oh stop it! Keep some distance. Vinit might catch us," she said; her voice full of pretence.

"What did you have in mind anyway?" she asked shooing him away.

"Are you accepting my proposal then?"

"Let me see if you are wearing the dress or not," saying that Kishanchanji tried to sneak his arm into her dress.

"Behave yourself!" she said pushing his hand away and gave him a stern look. It sounded more of mock to me than real.

"I can't accept your proposal unless you let me know the other three conditions."

"You got to trust me," he said again encircling her from behind and trying to cajole her to accept him as her husband. "The rest three conditions are nothing but logical consequences of your acceptance of me as your husband," he said playfully.

"And what may that be," she immediately shot back but then held her words for a brief pause before she added, "bearing your children?"

Hearing this he burst out into laughter, which was loud enough for me to turn back and ask them to share the joke with me. However, they ignored me with a casual remark that it was nothing and got back to their romance. I was glad that Manisha was concerned about it and brought it up at the right moment with him.

"You got me wrong!" he said

"I have never cheated when it comes to impregnating women. They voluntarily opt for my much superior genes!" he said proudly.

"What if I accept the proposal?" asked Manisha in calm and composed manner.

"Then we finish the ritual of putting the ring on your finger."

"And pronounce ourselves as husband wife right here!" he said ecstatically.

"And what about the other three conditions?" Manisha asked in her innocent voice wondering when he would let the cat out of the bag.

"I would pronounce those three conditions and you would accept them by saying "I do" and then we share a kiss to punctuate the proceedings," he said in a merry tone as if they would live happily ever after.

"Is it all hunky-dory as it sounds?" she asked still doubting his intentions.

"You better believe it!" he said very confidently.

"I think you are up with some pranks," she said not trusting Kishanchanji.

"Well, the conditions are out-of-the-ordinary; I have to admit!" he let the cat out of the bag. "But," he added, "Your acceptance of them would prove that you accepted me as your husband, whole-heartedly."

I could see that Manisha was concerned now as she separated from him and paused to think it over.

"I can assure you that the conditions wouldn't jeopardize your marriage," he said as Manisha pondered over the possibilities of his proposition.

"They are just meant to test your dutifulness towards me," he added.

"You are free to call it off if any of the conditions is unacceptable to you."

"But do remember that would be an end to our relationship," he further added. Although, the sentence sounded like an ultimatum but the tone wasn't intimidating at all.

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"Can't we do it in the afternoon?" she said perhaps wanting to buy some time and the reasoned, "I am not even dressed for it."

"That's the point!" he said emphatically and added, "We consummate our wedding right here after that. You don't need a dress."

"You are insane!" she said pondering over the possibility of getting caught, I guessed. She did have my blessing to have sex with him in the kitchen but she still balked at the idea of doing it in the kitchen with me just sitting a few feet away. I could guess that she preferred more freedom.

"By the time Idli and Chatni are ready, we would be done. Then why worry?" he said calmly.

"Vinit is busy with his match and his work," he said looking in my direction. I was pretending to be busy with my office work; composing mails on my laptop.

"Anyway, we would have enough time to cover our tracks before Vinit reaches the kitchen," he said further rationalizing his decision.

"You got the ring?" she asked.

Some of the excitement in her voice was missing as she dreaded the three conditions that could either end her relationship with him or perhaps take it the next level.

"Yes," he said ignoring the coldness in her voice.

"Two of them?"

"No. Just one for you."

"What about you?"

"I don't need to. It is the women who wear to show that they are already taken."

"You snob!" she cursed him. So, Kishanchanji just wanted Manisha to wear his tag. I don't know why Manisha couldn't see through his ploy. She was still in the game while I could sense the impending storm that could shatter our relationship. I had the urge to get up and interrupt the proceedings but somehow couldn't muster the courage to do so. I had to trust Manisha and let her make the decision. Anyway, that is what I wanted her to do right from the beginning – take things as per her wish rather than being directed by either one of us – Kishanchanji or me.

"Okay let's get through with it quickly!" she said. I could almost hear her heartbeats that were racing at a blistering pace and the eagerness in her voice that just wanted to go ahead the Nike way – "Just do it!"

"That means you are accepting the proposal?"

"YES" she let out in her breathlessness.

"You are already wearing the gift?" Kishanchanji asked the obvious.

"YES. Now come on don't waste time," she sounded almost short of breath.

"That means you had already accepted the proposal before you came down," he said playing with her sentiments.

"How does it matter now?" she asked in a frustrated tone.

"You do understand that accepting the proposal means accepting the three conditions, right?"

"Yes 'I do' and I also understand that if they are unacceptable then it is an end to our relationship," she said explaining his conditions.

I was surprised to her the "I do" phrase much before the vows being exchanged and so was Kishanchanji as he remarked, "You seem to be already practicing with the 'I dos'."

Manisha blushed hearing that comment of his, which made my heart skip a beat. She was getting into the action now. Perhaps she was looking forward to his three conditions, which would complete his proposition. I could see in the glass that she involuntarily stepped towards with her eyes lowered – as any Indian women would step towards her prospective husband.

Kishanchanji played the dual role of father and husband as he recited the vows, "Do you take Manisha as your lawfully wedded wife?" To which, he himself responded saying, "I do!"

Now Kishanchanji asked her, "Do you take Kishanchanji as your lawfully wedded second husband?"

"I do" was her giggling yet nervous response.

And then came one by one his three dreaded conditions.

"Do you accept that Kishanchanji as your husband deserves to use you instead of a condom as a sperm receptacle?"

"What is that?" she almost yelled.

"It means as your second husband I am entitled to always cum inside you."

"But that could lead to pregnancy," she almost yelled. I was delighted to hear her tone as that convinced me that she too was not ready to be impregnated by him – at least not yet. After too many negative signals, I was happy to receive a positive one. It kept my hopes alive – she didn't necessarily prefer Kishanchanji over me after all.

"Not if I cum inside your mouth or ass," he calmly responded.

"You rascal!" she yelled at him for tricking her into something that unpleasant. Kishanchanji might be too big for her to accommodate in her behind and she didn't like the taste of cum. Although, she did let him cum in her mouth the very first time they had sex. She, however, never has had anal sex and never showed any inclination in having it with me. Every time my suggestion for anal sex was promptly shot down by her. She did allow me to tongue her puckered hole but never reciprocated the favor. I could also recollect her comment about tonguing his asshole if he demanded when we were discussing her first session with Kishanchanji, although, she never acceded to my demands of tonguing my asshole.

I guessed, this was out-of-the-ordinary but nothing unreasonable to be turned down and hence thought she would accept it – she did have the option of swallowing his cum if she didn't want to engage in anal sex.

"Come on you promised!" I heard Kishanchanji pleading as all this went through my mind.

"I do," we both heard her voice to our relief. Then came the second condition, "Do you accept that Kishanchanji as your husband deserves the right to deflower you!"

"I accept but how is it possible?"

"There are other virgin holes in a woman's body," he hinted towards her asshole. I was surprised to hear that as she must have already shared with him that we never had anal sex. Now, she would have to surrender her *other* virginity – a husband's privilege – to him. I was glad that he had anal sex as one of the conditions. I wasn't able to convince her for anal sex all these years, at least he is able to open her up. And then I could always enjoy anal sex with her once she starts liking it.

"I do." came her acceptance without Kishanchanji pleading for it. I guess, she had almost surrendered to the idea of letting him unwarranted privileges with her body. In a sense, I was relieved that the first two conditions were within reasonable boundaries and I didn't feel apprehensive about her acceptance of both the conditions.

Then came the third and final condition. Could this be the final blow? I wondered. "This is a bit long one. Have a bit of patience," he said almost warning her that final blow was about to be unleashed.

"Do you accept that Kishanchanji as your second husband missed on the privilege of taking your *real* virginity?" he started off. This was an obvious question to which she promptly answered yes but I was concerned with the direction this was heading. I was sure that he wanted to ask for some other privilege in lieu of this so called *lost* privilege.

"Do you accept that Kishanchanji is entitled to another privilege in return for this loss?" He further asked her.

"Yes," she replied and added further, "but you are already entitled to take my anal virginity in return."

"Doesn't that even things out?" she asked earnestly.

"No it doesn't," was Kishanchanji's emphatic response.

"Ask any guy if you wish," was his curt reply. I guess that put Manisha on the back foot; she was perhaps contemplating how to handle it. I knew that this was coming. He had an alternative hole to take but still wanted something extra. Although, I would agree with him that taking a virgin pussy is entirely different from taking a virgin asshole.

"I don't understand why it doesn't even out," she just blurted out not knowing how to reason with him.

"Let us put this way," he said, "Your second husband needs to be compensated for all the years your first husband had exclusive access over you."

"Ok," she said, "So, what do you want?"

"This is the litmus test," he said confirming my worst doubts. "Here is what I want you to accept," he said. "Now, these may sound as separate conditions but they are the same and I am enumerating them separately for the sake of clarity."

Saying this he enumerated his third condition(s).

"A. We would celebrate our anniversary on the same day as your anniversary with your first husband."

This one seemed innocuous to me. Wait a minute? Why did he want to do so? Wouldn't it interfere with my anniversary with my wife? Was Manisha thinking? I wondered if she could grasp this subtle point. Also, our wedding anniversary was less than a week away. Did he know about this?

"B. You would celebrate your anniversary with your second husband first before you celebrate it with your first husband."

That was the final blow indeed. He did want to humiliate by getting the privilege to fuck her first on our anniversary before she could come to me. Still Manisha uttered nothing. Was it all or did he have anything else in mind?

"C. You wouldn't be allowed to shower or cleanup between the celebrations."

The last condition sounded strange to me at first glance but then it struck me. He wanted to send my wife on her real anniversary with the telltale signs of a well-used-wife. It took some time for me to recover from that jolt. How could somebody as sensible as him ask for something that outrageous? More importantly Manisha hadn't responded to it at all; perhaps she was shell-shocked with his third and final condition.

"Are you out of your mind?" was her firm question after some pause. There wasn't any kind of pretence this time and she did seem very serious. "Do you know how mean that condition is?" she again asked him.

"It could expose our affair and put an end to my marriage," she said in a concerned tone. She didn't seem to be mad at him but was just concerned with the condition he had laid out, which started bugging me.

"How would it expose?" Kishanchanji asked.

"I spending time with you on our anniversary and not washing up before going to my husband?"

"Do you think Vinit is that dumb?"

"So what do you propose?" Kishanchanji asked her.

"Why don't you ask something sensible?" she quickly retorted.

"Like what?"

"Do you need to have the third condition?" she asked

"YES," he replied emphatically.

"You already let him go down on you after we had sex, right?" he asked her.

"Then what is the worry," he asked after hearing her response. So, Manisha making me eat her was definitely a planned move from them. Now, I started to get the drift of things. It seemed as if Manisha was really sucked into this affair pretty quickly and was willing to fulfill his irrational requests.

"With such a thing we always run a risk," she said. I was not sure what risk she was talking about. I knew that she was having an affair with Kishanchanji so there is no risk of me finding out. Or was she running the risk of me finding out that they are forcing me to cleanup after their intercourse? Although, I kind of guessed it that I was cleaning up remnants of their sexual encounter, I wasn't 100% sure.

It seemed Manisha was a willing compliance but the instigator was Kishanchanji. To be very honest I am not averse to the idea of cleaning up Manisha after she had sex with someone else, with or without a condom. In fact, it had been one of my deep down desires to go down on my wife after she has been well used. It is not that I love the taste of cum but just that I want to experience her well-used pussy and body, with or without cum on it.

However, I found the idea of cleaning up after Kishanchanji had sex with her, especially after ejaculating in her, very repulsive. Or perhaps my conscious mind never wanted to accept such a submissive position although my subconscious mind would have gladly accepted it.

"Is that all or do you have anything else?" I finally heard Manisha ask him; perhaps she had resigned to her fate of humiliating me to appease her superior stud. My subconscious mind accepted him to be much superior in bed but my conscious mind would always question my judgment.

"No. That's it!" he happily responded.

"I thought you would have one more on retaining the privilege to have unprotected sex with me on the anniversary day. No?" she jokingly added.

"Now that you mentioned it I think that would be a wise idea," he said.

"Shut up!"

"But again I am pretty sure you would grant me such a privilege not too far in the future," he said in a matter of fact manner.

"Now get on with the proceedings," she quickly responded not choosing to respond to that comment of his.

"You need to accept the third condition."

"I do!" was her response to Kishanchanji's relief.

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SEXUAL INDEPENDENCE OF AN INDIAN HOUSEWIFE
PART8

When I woke up it was still dark in the room, but I could sense my dick was erect and being sucked hungrily. I looked down and saw a fully naked Priya, on her hands and knees, giving me a blowjob.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"It's time to fuck." Priya replied in a hoarse voice, taking my dick out of her mouth. Then she straightened, got on her knees, straddled me and took my dick inside her cunt. then she started riding me hard. We fucked in a few different positions for about 15 minutes and then finally I came in her mouth which she promptly swallowed. After that, she lay down next to me with her head on my chest and I looked at the clock on the table which said it was a little before 5. After Priya caught her breath back, she started telling me what had happened that night.

She and Kristen had indeed gone to the mall for shopping where they spent a couple of hours. Then they went to have dinner at a popular Thai restaurant nearby. But it being Saturday night, there was a long line and they'd have to wait half an hour for a table. She was waiting in line with Kristen when Carlos, who was having dinner with a friend spotted them. He immediately walked up, and asked Priya to join them at his table with her friend. The two girls, already hungry, were happy to get food at once. The waiter put two extra chairs for them and they had dinner. So Carlos was the hispanic guy I had seen her with tonight.

And the black guy was Eric, his friend. It turned out that Eric and Carlos had a double date that night with two girls, but one of the girls fell ill and the other one backed out. So they were making the use of their reservations at this restaurant by having dinner together. Carlos and his friend Eric were both very nice and fun to talk to and Priya and Kristen got along very well with them. when they got done with dinner, Priya and Kristen started to leave, but the guys insisted they come along with them to a club for some dancing. Kristen said she was 19, so won't be allowed in. But Eric said he was good friends with the guy who stood at the door and checked IDs and as long as she promised not to order any alcohol, he could get her in. Kristen agreed.

At the club, Kristen had orange juice while the other three had a couple of drinks. Once the three of them were nicely buzzed, they all headed to the dance floor. Carlos was dancing with Priya and Eric was dancing with Kristen. As they danced, Carlos started talking to Priya about Ramon. He said he knew Ramon was having a long fight with his girlfriend and wasn't able to spend any time with Priya, so she must be really missing him. She was quite buzzed by now and honestly admitted to him that she was missing Ramon and that I had been too busy, so she had not had sex in a few days, which was getting her really frustrated. Carlos suggested that they could take off, go to his place and he could satisfy her right away. He admitted that ever since he had seen her naked in the bathroom and then being fucked by Ramon on his couch and then cum on her tits, he had been thinking about her night and day.

He was also very jealous that Ramon got to fuck her in his apartment, while he himself had not had sex in a while. He then bad-mouthed Ramon a little, suggesting that Ramon was an idiot for giving so much importance to his silly girlfriend and ignoring a hot and great woman like Priya. Carlos himself did not have a girlfriend and if Priya picked him over Ramon, there would be no complications like with Ramon. Priya said it was nice of him to offer, but she wouldn't feel right sleeping with him without getting an okay from Ramon. Although Ramon had indicated his desire for a threesome with her and Carlos, she wasn't sure how he would feel if she slept with him with Ramon being around. And she did not want to be the cause of trouble between cousins.
Carlos said he understood, and he'd wait for her to be ready. Then they took a break from dancing along with Eric and Kristen and had a couple more drinks. Meanwhile Eric was flirting with Kristen and meeting with mixed success. She apparently liked him, but wasn't letting him touch her or kiss her yet. This got Eric a little frustrated and he decided to make Kristen jealous. So when they finished their drinks, he asked Priya if she would dance with him. Priya agreed and they headed to the dance pit.

In a couple of minutes, she felt Eric's hands starting to wander. He was a lean, well-built and handsome black guy, and Priya was a bit turned on by her first close encounter with a black guy. So when he started feeling her up and fondling her, she did not stop him, and instead responded by rubbing his back and cupping his ass too. Kristen and Carlos were watching them, and if it was Eric's intention to make someone jealous, it worked more on Carlos than Kristen. He cut in and started dancing with Priya while Eric went back to Kristen.

Carlos, already feeling very teased and turned on and yearning for Priya, started fondling her way more than Eric had. He slipped his hand under her skirt and started fondling her bare ass cheeks. He also started fondling her tits, slipping his hand into her tank top. People around them started noticing this and soon everyone was focused on them. Carlos and Priya both realized they had an audience and this seemed to turn both of them on. She was letting him slip his hand under her clothes but a couple of times when he tried to lift her skirt to expose her ass, she stopped him. Carlos responded by putting his hand under his skirt from the front and fingering her clit and cunt over her thong. ---- When they took a break again, Carlos made Priya down two tequila shots, and shortly she had lost even more of her inhibitions. When they went back to the dance floor next, she did not make any real effort to stop him when he lifted the back of her skirt and exposed her thong-clad ass to everyone. I guess this was the part I saw. She could also feel his erect cock through his pants rubbing against her crotch and this was turning her on, in addition to the knowledge that dozens of strangers could see her naked butt. she was getting very turned on by the situation and the cheers of the people around her.

A couple of minutes later, someone let out a wolf whistle and that embarrassed her a little, so she turned around and started grinding her ass against Carlos, feeling his erection rub against her. Carlos started massaging her boobs through her top. Then people started chanting show her tits, and Carlos asked if he should, but she refused, saying that was too much. He then started kissing her very passionately, and she kissed back. It was a long kiss and by the end of it, she was feeling really horny and naughty. So when Carlos asked her again if he could just flash her boobs for a second, she relented.

I knew what happened next, but I didn't say anything. Priya told me how the bouncer came over, stopped them and started yelling at Carlos. He demanded that they leave the club at once. He was the guy Eric was friends with and who had agreed to let Kristen in. So Eric joined them and started to calm the bouncer down, promising that he would ensure that nothing like that happened. The bouncer calmed down a little and said he would let them stay, but they were banned from the dance pit.

The four of them went towards the bar stools and sat there. But by now Carlos was really horny. He asked her again if they should go to his place and have sex, but she refused, saying that she couldn't do it unless Ramon was ok with it. Carlos kept pleading with her but she refused. Then he said, could she at least give him a blowjob in the bathroom? Kristen was listening to all this in surprise because this was the first she had heard of Ramon and Priya sleeping together. But she was even more horrified to hear Priya say yes to blowing Carlos in the bathroom. She asked Priya if she was sure about this or was too drunk. Priya told Kristen not to worry, she was drunk, but not drunk enough to do something she didn't want.

So Priya and Carlos headed to the bathroom and Eric and Kristen agreed to stand guard outside to make sure the bouncer didn't catch them again. And that's what they were doing when I saw them standing outside the door. I could not see Priya because by the time I went down there, she was already in the bathroom. Once they were in there, Carlos immediately took out his dick and shoves it into the mouth of Priya as she sat on the toilet. Priya sucked him skillfully and he had already been turned on by the night's events. So in barely two minutes, he started cumming in her mouth, a big load which she swallowed in one gulp.

Carlos put his dick back in his pants and started zipping it when he saw Priya take her thong off. He looked at her quizzically and she said she needed to pee, so he should go out and she'll join him later. So he came out, which I had seen him do and then Eric went in. Kristen told Priya in the car why that happened. Eric was really turned on by Carlos and Priya's horseplay and was trying to feel up Kristen. But Kristen, who was not drunk, kept resisting. As they stood guard outside the bathroom, Eric started getting even more jealous. He suggested that afterwards, the two of them should go into the bathroom and she should blow him. Kristen flatly refused, saying she was not the sort of girl who does that with a guy she has just met. Maybe a few dates, and she'd do anything for him. But nothing that night.

So Eric got upset and said that if she won't blow him, he'd ask Priya to do it. That's when Carlos walked out, and told them it had been a great blowjob. Eric decided go try his luck and started walking in. Kristen out a hand on his shoulder to stop him and said if he went in, she would never go out with him. Eric shook her hand off saying that he'd much rather get a blowjob from an exotic and voluptuous Indian woman than waste his time running after a stick-thin blonde.

Priya was just done peeing when Eric walked in and she was shocked to see him. He got a good look at her pussy, and said he'd been really attracted to her all night. Priya was about to tell him to leave, when Eric unzipped his pants and took out his rapidly hardening dick. It was about as long as Ramon's, 8 inches or so and thick, but it was jet black in color. The sight of this new kind of a dick had a hypnotizing effect on Priya and she just stared at it with her mouth open, unable to say anything.

Eric realized the effect he was having on her and immediately took the few steps to the toilet and inserted his dick in her open mouth. Priya sucked on it obediently, very turned on at what she was doing. As she sucked on his dick, Eric, reached down with his big hands and started fingering her naked cunt skillfully. His big hard fingers sliding in and out of her cunt made Priya lose any control she had left on the situation. She leaned back, taking his dick out of her mouth and started moaning as Eric's fingers sent waves of pleasure through her whole body.

It had been over three days since anything went up Priya's cunt. She was aching to be fucked, and had really wanted to accept Carlos' invitation to go back to his apartment. But his being Ramon's cousin made her want to wait for Ramon's permission, But now Eric's finger had thrown any thoughts of Ramon out of her mind. Plus she was still very drunk. She wanted to be fucked, and looked at Eric with a hungry expression on her face.

Eric didn't need a degree in face-reading to realize what she wanted. He took his fingers out of her cunt, and pulled her up from the toilet holding her hand. Priya complied and then yielded to the pressure from his hands as he turned her around and made her bend over and keep her hands on the wall. He rolled up her skirt and stared at her beautiful and perfectly shaped ass for a couple of seconds. He then penetrated her cunt in one swift motion and started fucking her hard as she held on to the wall for support. He humped her like a wild dog for about ten minutes, and then the both of them came together, Priya's body convulsing as Eric shot his seed up her cunt. As Priya's orgasm subsided, she felt satisfied and even a little excited that now she had been fucked by another ethnicity - black.

As they started getting dressed, Priya realized that her thong which had been around her ankles had gotten dirty because of the wet bathroom floor. So she just threw it away and came out of the bathroom naked under her skirt. She walked out of the bathroom with Eric and joined Kristen and Carlos who were sitting at the table. Carlos smiled and asked Eric if he enjoyed Priya's blowjob. Eric broke out into an even wider smile and said, he wouldn't know, because he didn't fuck her mouth, but her cunt, and held up his hand for a high five. Carlos however looked shocked and hurt and did not return his high five.

Before Priya could say something to him to calm him down, Kristen who was really disturbed at what was happening told her that I had called while she was in the bathroom and I was expecting her to return shortly. So they decided to leave. Kristen, disgusted at the guys for taking advantage of a drunk Priya just stormed out without saying goodbye to anyone. Priya said goodbye to Eric with a short kiss and was about to do the same to Carlos, but he looked away, still pissed off that she let Eric fuck her but not him. She and Eric exchanged cellphone numbers and he told her to call him if she ever wanted some more of it. Carlos was still sulking as she walked out and joined Kristen in the car.

Priya finished her narration and hugged me tightly and said she loved me a lot. I said I loved her too. We lay there like that in silence a few minutes, and then

"There's a little bit more." she said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"The reason why I woke up in the middle of the night, got turned on and came here, instead of waiting till the morning." she said.

"And why did you do it?"

"I got some messages from Eric a while back." she said.

"Text messages?" I asked.

"Among others." she said and then reached for her cellphone which she had kept next to the pillow. She clicked a few buttons and went to the message list. Put the phone in my hands and said, "Start with this message and keep going up."

The first message was a text message which said - "thx fr 2nite. mst do again. call me. here are some souvenrs." The second was a picture message. I watched in shock as it was a picture of Priya, bent over with her hands on the wall with just her top on and her naked ass jutting out. Her face was turned away and not visible, but it was obviously her. I opened the third message. It was a picture of a long hard black dick next to Priya's naked white ass. I felt my dick starting to get hard again.

The next message was also a picture, taken from the same angle as before, showing Priya's ass at a close-up, except that the dick was now clearly penetrating her cunt. Then there was a pic he had probably taken holding it horizontally next to him, because it showed the two of them sideways, Priya's naked body visible from her knee to her ass to halfway up her back and stomach. And Eric's waist hips and thighs, and a part of his dick still outside as the rest of it was buried in her cunt.

The next pic was dark and hazy, but I could still make out that he had taken it by putting the phone under her stomach, because it showed her pussy mound, upper thighs and stretched out cunt lips with the dick in them. The next pic showed her top rolled up to her armpits, and her swinging boobs. It was an interesting and erotic picture, clicked at the instant when the fucking motion had made her boobs stretch forward.

And the final message, the hottest of the lot, was a one minute video clip. It started focused on her ass-cheeks jiggling as his dick pounded her cunt mercilessly. Two distinct sounds were audible - the loud thwacks of Eric's thighs and hips slapping against Priya's ass, and Priya's deep and loud moans of "oooh...ahhhhh...ooohhh...ahhhh". The view shifted to a long one as he zoomed out, and showed her whole body writhing and shaking as he fucked her hard at an enormous pace. He started fucking her even harder and I heard my wife say "oh fuck that is so good....oh yes, like that...keep fucking me like that Eric....keep fucking my indian cunt with your black dick..oh yesss". And the view zoomed back on her jiggling asscheeks as I heard his voice say in a very strong typical black accent "oh yeah, I'm gonna fuck your hot little curry cunt, my indian bitch. I love your booty too...love it.". And then the clip ended.

By now my dick was fully erect again and I was disappointed the pics and clip had ended. I looked at Priya who looked very embarrassed.

"I had no idea when he took them. I was facing the wall the whole time." she said, sounded a little down.

"Well, your face isn't visible in any of them." I said.

"Yeah, I was thankful for the same thing." she said.

"And honestly, I am glad he took these. I loved watching them." I said.

"I thought you would." she said with a smile.

"Well, now I want to fuck your hot little curry cunt." I said, and throwing the phone to one side, pulled her on top of me. And we fucked again. Fucked long and hard. Exchanging a lot of dirty words. And as I fucked her, I couldn't help but wonder what kinky erotic adventures lay ahead. As I fucked her and inserted a finger into her asshole, I thought about the possibilities of what she could and would do next.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

SEXUAL INDEPENDENCE OF AN INDIAN HOUSEWIFE
PART9
Here's a new definition of irony. Me, the man whose wife was going around fucking and sucking almost any young man who showed an interest in her, was relishing all the events and not feeling the slightest hint of jealousy, envy or possessiveness. On the other hand, those men who got to ravish my hot wife on whom they had no real claim, all got caught up in the petty throes of jealousy. The next week was full of events that made it seem like Priya had stepped into the centre of some teen television drama series, and although I found it all very amusing, I could see that she was getting genuinely annoyed.

The first person to get ensnared by the green monster was Ramon. Having finally made up with his girlfriend after days of pleading and lying and falsely convincing her that he had not cheated on her, he found out about Saturday night from Carlos. When Priya refused to fuck Carlos and just sucked him off instead, out of worry that it would piss off Ramon, she had been wildly underestimating the repercussions. Ramon was upset that she had even sucked him off. He was not upset about the act itself, but the fact that it was done in his absence and without his permission.

Ever since Ramon found that that he was only the second guy Priya had ever slept with, he had started thinking of himself as some kind of a hotshot sexual mentor to her. He wanted her to expand her horizons by sleeping with other guys, having threesomes, and maybe even more. But he wanted to be the guy in charge. He was suddenly feeling all territorial about her. So when he came to know that she had been sucking off his cousin while he was busy making up with his girlfriend, it ticked him off.

As if her dalliance with Carlos was not bad enough, he was even more livid that she had slept with Eric. It turned out that Eric and Ramon not only knew each other, but hated each others guts. Ramon's girlfriend Julia used to go out with Eric before they started going out. And she had left Eric for Ramon, a grudge that Eric still nursed. Eric and Julia had however, still remained "good friends", and this never sat well with Ramon. He was sure that Eric was secretly trying to win back his ex-girlfriend by trying to convince her that Ramon wasn't right for her.

And now Priya, his special exotic Indian conquest, had gone and fucked Eric. This not only gave Eric something to boast about when they met next, but it also meant that he know had specific information about who Ramon was cheating on Julia with. Although Eric had not told Julia about it yet, it was a trump card he held over Ramon. And Ramon was convinced that Eric would use it sooner rather than later. Ramon told all this to Priya while he yelled at her and berated her for, ironically, being such a slut. He seemed so angry and ready to explode that Priya, despite wanting to, did not talk back and just kept silent during his whole tirade.

Then there was Carlos. He was pissed off that although he had been so patient and gentlemanly to Priya all the time, and made his apartment available for her and Ramon to secretly fuck in, she had spurned him. He could have understood if she had spurned him out of some loyalty to Ramon. But then right after refusing to fuck him, she had turned around and let Eric bang her. He sent her a few text messages expressing all this anger and when she tried calling him back, refused to answer her calls.

Carlos was also apparently pissed at his good friend Eric. According to him, Eric should have known from the events of that night that Carlos was pining for Priya. And he should have been a loyal friend and waited before fucking her. Carlos had already let Eric go in the bathroom for a blowjob, after he got one. Eventually when he fucked Priya, he would have shared her with him too. But Eric instead went ahead on his own and fucked her before he could, which caused a rift between them.

Eric, although not as upset or angry as the other two guys, was being possessive himself. On Monday, he called up Priya and asked her if she wanted to go out with him some time. Priya answered she might... she told me she was looking forward to fucking him in more spacious and comfortable settings than a bar bathroom. But before making plans, Eric made it clear to her that they could only hook up if she agreed to break it off with Ramon. Priya found that very presumptuous and refused.

In a week filled with all this mess, there was some good news. Priya's car was finally delivered. She was thrilled because it now gave her newfound freedom. It did not matter that Ramon was angry with her because she did not need him for rides any more. So when he ignored her, she ignored him back. For the whole week, it was as if they were two strangers. Priya limited herself to hanging out with Kristen in college, and their friendship grew stronger.

At college on Monday, Priya sat Kristen down and told her everything honestly. Kristen was surprised to learn that I knew about everything and was okay with it. She was also surprised at how daring or even reckless Priya had been and was now a part of some complicated sexual triangle...well...not even a triangle... maybe a polygon involving people almost a decade younger than her. Nevertheless, Kristen became a trusted friend and confidante and Priya was actually happy to have someone else to talk to about the whole mess other than me.

Meanwhile, I was not too unhappy about the situation. The drama amused me, much to Priya's chagrin. But the drama also meant no sex for her for a while from anyone except me. Although I was disappointed at this temporary halt in her adventures, it also meant that I had her all to myself. So everyday when I came home, I found my wife horny and ready to go at it as many times in the night as I could get it up.

However, on Thursday after we finished fucking for the second time that night, Priya was honest enough to admit to me that she was missing sex with others. I was great and she enjoyed our sex, but now that she had tasted the sample of sex with multiple partners, she felt like something was missing now that it had only been me for about 5 days. Her body was craving the company of some other men, and she readily admitted, bigger and thicker dicks. However, she still had her pride and said that she would not make the first move with Ramon, Carlos or Eric and it was up to them to get back with her.

On Friday, I had to go leave town for the weekend and attend a conference in Los Angeles. When I had booked my tickets a week or so back, Priya was happily fucking Ramon, so when I asked if she'd like to come, she said no, that would have her a couple of days to spend with him if possible. Now, with all the men on outs with her, she wanted to come with me, but all the flights were booked. So it was a downcast Priya, troubled by all the drama and the prospect of a lonely sex-less weekend, who dropped me off at the airport in her new car on Friday night.

When I reached LA, it was midnight there, which meant it was 2 am in the Midwest. When I turned my phone on, I saw two voicemails waiting for me, both from Priya. The first one was in a happy voice and said -

"Ajit!!! Great news!! Eric came to his senses. He called me up and apologized for being so possessive, and said he'd like to be in my life even if it meant sharing me with others. He wants me to go over to his place tonight, where he'll cook for me and then...he he...you know. Anyway, I have to go get ready and drive over to his house. I'll talk to you later. Love you."

That sounded like good news. I was glad to hear that she was no longer morose and was happy. I was also looking forward to hearing updates from her about their night together. I then heard the second voicemail. In this one, she was whispering and she sounded drunk, sleepy, tired, but also somehow satiated.


"Ajiiiiiiiiiiiiiit. I love you so much honey so so much. Tonight has been so awesome. I wish you were here. I am calling you from the bathroom so have to whisper. Eric is just something else. He has just been...ohh god...I can not tell you how the orgasms were.... and the whole new thing he got me into. I can’t describe it on the voicemail. I have to go back now...oh and also, if you call me after you land, I won’t be able to answer the phone. I'll tell you later why. But just send me a text message so I know you landed safely. Love you." and the whispering ended.

I found that message very curious and confusing. But I was hoping that the next day, I would be able to get the whole account of her night in detail. I sent her a text message saying I reached safely and took a cab to my hotel, where I fell asleep almost immediately.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

SEXUAL INDEPENDENCE OF AN INDIAN HOUSEWIFE
PART10
When I woke up the next morning, I saw two text messages from Priya. "gud to kno u reachd safe. i luv u." and "gonna spend the day wt eric. hav a gud conf." I couldn't think much about that though, because I had to get ready and go to the conference. The whole day was spent in talks, lectures and networking sessions. I tried calling Priya in between a couple of times, but she didnt answer. Instead sent me short text messages saying she was having a great time.

At night I had to go out for dinner and drinks with a few conference delegates and by the time I got back to my room, it was almost midnight. I went to bed right away. And overslept in the morning, which meant I had to go back to the conference floor without asking Priya about her time with Eric. I did get a couple of text messages from Priya saying she could not wait to tell me everything in great detail and I would be surprised to learn what all she had done.

Sunday night, after the conference wrapped up, I was on my way to my hotel room when I called up Priya. I was now finally free and could not wait to hear everything in great detail. The phone rang for a while before she finally answered.

"Hi honey, I am free." I said happily.

"I am glad to hear that, Ajit." Priya answered in her cold voice that she uses only when she is very angry. "But I have a couple of little kids to deal with here."

"What? You're babysitting?" I asked.

"No. Don't be silly. These two kids I am with - Eric and Ramon. Two stupid stupid kids who think that just because they have big dicks, they have the right to do whatever they want." and then she said loudly, "See you two babies? I am telling my husband about your dicks and he is not asking me for a divorce yet."

"Priya, what the hell is going on?" I asked, really confused.

"Ajit, when was the last time you checked your official company email?" she asked.

"After lunch, why?" I answered.

"Go check it and you'll see what's going on and why I am so angry at these two dicks. Meanwhile, I still have to give them hell for their stupidity. One dick thinks that he has to right to secretly videotape everything he wants and use it as a bargaining chip. And the other dick things the best way to get back at someone is to try and hurt someone completely innocent." Priya said.

"What???" I asked.

"Just go to your room and check your email. I'll talk to you later." she said and abruptly hung up.

I almost ran to my room and rushed to my laptop which had my company inbox open. I saw a bunch of emails from colleagues and clients and scrolled down until I saw it. Sender - Ramon Reyes. Subject - Fw: Who da man now?

I clicked on the email and it read -

Mr. Ajjeet,

Hope you don't mind me mailing you. Got your id from your company website. I think you need to know some realities about your wife and what a lying cheating whore she is. She has been fucking around behind your back and you dont know it. If you dont believe me see the links in the email below.

Ramon

Below it was a forwarded email from Eric Jackson to Ramon

Hey Ramon

Check these links. Who da man now?

Eric


And then there were a bunch of links to URLs from a video sharing website. I clicked open the first one.

The camera showed a simple living room captured through what seemed like a camcorder kept in a corner. A couple of couches were visible as was the front door. Sitting on a couch was a tall lean and handsome black man who I guessed to be Eric. A few seconds went by and the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it." Eric yelled out, got up and came close to the camera. He brought his face very close to it and said, "Hey Ramon, wait till you see who walks in that door."

Then he went and opened the door. And there was Priya, standing there in her woolen coat, boots, gloves and a woolen cap.

"Come on in. Found the place easily?" Eric said letting her in.

"Yes, it was no problem. But it's snowing so hard outside." Priya said taking off her gloves and coat. Underneath, she was dressed in a denim skirt and a sweater. She looked, as always, astonishingly hot.

"Yeah, the weather's a bitch." he said, taking her coat, gloves and cap and putting them on a stand. He then put his arm around her and led her to the couch saying, "I am so glad you came. Trust me, this is a night you will not forget."

"He he, anything will better than the bar bathroom, Eric." Priya said, sitting next to him on the couch and in her arms. The contrast of her petite white-skinned body next to his tall black self seemed more starker as he hugged her.

"Now, do you want something to drink? How about a margarita? There's some in the kitchen." Eric said.

"Sure, that sounds good. Should I go get us some?" Priya asked, starting to get up, but Eric pulled her back down and said,

"No need for that." he then yelled, "Jojo! Get us two margaritas you bitch!"

Priya sounded as surprised as I was to learn that there was someone else in the house.

"Yes, Master." said a female voice on the distance.

"Who's Jojo? And why is she calling you master?" Priya asked.

"You'll see." Eric said with a wry smile.

In a few seconds, Jojo appeared on the screen carrying a tray, and I almost flew off my seat. Jojo was a tall hispanic-looking woman with striking features and a very voluptuous body. She was at least 5 ft 10, if not taller. A beautiful olive-skinned face with a body to match. And she had a big build. Not fat, because there was no flabbiness anywhere. Just wide shoulders, wide hips, long muscular legs and huge massive boobs, easily size DD, with big pointy nipples.

I knew how the nipples were because I could see them. No, she was not naked, but everything vital was on display. She was wearing a black leather teddy, made up of straps rather than a contiguous material. There was a gap for the boobs to hang out, and the teddy was also crotchless. Her shaved pussy was visible through a triangular hole in the teddy. And she she turned, I saw that the back only had a few leathed straps and her ass was completely naked.

Apart from that, she was wearing back leather boots, much like Priya's, and in her neck, she wore a black studded collar with a leash hanging from it. On her face, she was wearing dark make-up with a black lipstick, which matched well with her jet black hair, and gave her a very gothic look.

"Your margarita, Ma'am". she bent down and brought the tray in front of a shocked Priya, who was staring at her with her mouth agape. Priya absent mindedly took a margarita, and then looked away, not wanting to stare too much.

"For you, Master." Jojo said to Eric and he took his glass.

"Good job, Jojo. Come, sit next to me." Eric said.

Jojo kept the tray on the coffee table, and walked behind the couch. I was surprised, like Priya seemed to be too, when Jojo, instead of sitting in the empty space on the couch next to Eric, sat down on the floor on bent knees. Eric looked at her approvingly, put his hand on her head and said,

"Nice bitch. isn't she a nice bitch, Yoyo?" he turned towards Priya.

"Yoyo?" Priya on the screen and I sitting in the room said at the same time in a similar tone of voice.

"Yes, I'd like to call you Yoyo. Jojo, meet Yoyo. Yoyo, meet Jojo.' he said.

"Good evening, Yoyo." Jojo said in a deferential voice.

"Okay what the fuck is this, Eric?" Priya said, getting off the couch and putting her margarita glass on the table.

"Here's what the fuck it is. Jojo here is my sex slave. For a couple of days. She does whatever I tell her to, wears what I tell her to, and fucks whenever I tell her to. And then Sunday morning, she takes off her slave uniform, puts on her regular clothes, and goes back to her regular life and to her regular boyfriend." Eric explained.

"Are you blackmailing her or something?" Priya asked.

"Haha, not at all. She does it because she enjoys being a slave. Don't you, Jojo?"

"Yes, Master. I love being your slave." Jojo replied.

"She enjoys it because she is a natural submissive. She craves to be dominated sexually. She gets sexual pleasure out of being my slave. And from what I saw of you that night in the bar, you enjoy being dominated too." Eric said.

"What nonsense." Priya said, but not in a very convincing tone of voice.

"I know a submissive when I see one.... and fuck one. So here's the deal. If you want to be with me tonight and maybe even tomorrow, you have to becone Yoyo, my other slave. Do what I say without answering back or protesting. And I promise you that you, me and Jojo here will have a great time together." Eric said.

"You're insane!" Priya said and then looking at Jojo said, "and you're insane. Both of you. This is way too creepy for me. I am leaving."

And Priya started walking to the door.

"Sure, go ahead and leave if you want. No one's got a gun to your head. The best submissives are the ones who voluntarily submit. Like Jojo here." Eric said. "make sure you lock the door on the way out."

Priya went to the stand and took her coat and cap from it. As she was doing that, Eric got up and stretched his arms. Then he reached for the leash, held it in his hand and yanked it hard saying,

"Get off the floor, you bitch."

Jojo got off the floor at once. He then pushed her towards the couch, and she feel forward. Her knees were on the couch, her stomach was against the backrest and her face and boobs were hanging over the top of the backrest. Eric spanked her ass really hard a couple of times and that big naked ass jiggled like jello. Eric then started walking towards Priya who had frozen like a statue in the middle of putting her coat on.

The look on her face showed that she was worried Eric would manhandle her too. But instead he ignored her presence, walked to a cabinet next to her, opened a drawer and took out what looked like handcuffs with leather loops. Without a word to Priya, he turned around, and strode to the couch. Once there, he roughly grabbed both of Jojo's hand, pulled them behind her back and cuffed them together. Without her elbows supporting her, Jojo's body fell forward, and there was a small thump as her stomach hit the backret hard. Her huge boobs swayed back and forth like a pendulum.

Priya stared as Eric then got on his knees sideways on the couch next to Jojo. He raised his right hand, looked towards Priya, smiled and brought it down really hard. There was a loud smack as Eric's big strong palm spanked Jojo's substantial ass, and Jojo let out a yelp. He then spanked the other ass cheek, producing another loud smack and yelp. He kept spanking her ass cheeks one after the other, harder and harder, until all that was heard was smacks and yelps.

After a minute or so he stopped, and there were red palm prints on both of Jojo's asscheeks. She seemed to be sobbing softly with the pain. Eric then got off the couch stood behind her and roughly inserted two fingers into her cunt which seemed to be wet. Jojo really was enjoying this. He then pushed his thumb against her asshole and it effortlessly slid in, and soon he was grabbing her crotch by the two holes like someone holds a bowling ball.

"You want to be fucked, bitch?" he yelled.

"Yes please, master." Jojo cried out.

"You sure you want to be fucked?"

"Yes please, master."

With his other hand he unbuckled his pants and brought out his big erect black dick.

"Which hole do you want me to fuck you in, bitch?" he asked.

"Whichever you wish, master." Jojo whined.

"Good answer, slave. Hmm...which hole do I fuck?" he said, pretending to think. And then taking his fingers out of her holes said, "I know...neither. Instead.." he said and walked around the couch until he was in front of her, "..I am gonna fuck this mouth hole."

Very roughly, he shoved his whole dick into Jojo's mouth. It must have hit the back of her throat, because she started making gagging noises. But Eric ignored them, grabbed her hair with both his hands and started humping her mouth really hard, his dick sliding in and out of her mouth. Jojo made short gagging noises in the rhythm with which the cock was fucking her mouth.

Meanwhile, Priya had been watching this whole spectacle with an amazed and slightly aroused look on her face. There was no denying it. What had seemed creepy to her a while back was now turning her on. With her coat still in her hands, she walked towards the two of them, as if being pulled by a magnet. She came to a halt a couple of feet away from the couch, and stared at the rough way in which Eric was fucking Jojo's mouth. Ad she didn't even realize when she dropped her coat on the floor.

If Eric noticed Priya, he didn't give any indication of it. He kept fucking Jojo's mouth mercilessly for a minute or so and then finally took a break by pulling it out. Jojo gasped loudly when her mouth was emptied and exhaled visibly, her breasts heaving a few times. She looked at Priya and gave her an understanding smile.

But that didn't go down well with Eric. He slapped her hard across the face, the sound of which rang through the room, and made Priya take a step back in surprise.

"Who the fuck told you to look at her and smile, you bitch?" he yelled and slapped her once more.

Tears streamed down Jojo's face as she looked up at Eric with a wild expression on her face. Eric responded by shoving his dick back in her throat and started face-fucking her. The face-fucking continued for a couple more minutes, and then Eric took his dick out. He grabbed Jojo's hair, and holding it in one hand walked around the couch. Jojo's torso moved 90 degrees from facing the back of the couch to facing the side away from Priya.

He then let go of his grip and Jojo's face and shoulders fell on the couch with a thud. She was now on the couch on her knees and shoulders, her big ass jutting upwards. Meanwhile Eric took off his shirt, pant and underwear and got fully naked, revealing a muscular well-defined body. He threw a quick glimpe in Priya's direction who was now standing there looking positively horny.
He then got on the couch on his knees behind Jojo's ass, and put the tip of his dick at her sopping wet cunt lips. Jojo's body shuddered in anticipation of the penetration, but she kept waiting for a few seconds as it didn't happen. Eric stayed still, his dick at her cunt lips and said,

"You know what to do, bitch."

Jojo inhaled deeply and said,

"Please Master. Please fuck me. I beg you. I truly beg you to fuck me. Please. Have mercy on me and fuck me."

Priya let out a gasp and covered his mouth with her hands as she watched with wide eyes Jojo wiggle her butt and beg Eric to fuck her.

"And why should I have mercy on you, bitch?"

"Please Master. I beg you. I beg you." she wailed.

Eric smiled and then slowly started penetrating her cunt. Jojo let out a small cry of relief that stretched out as inch by inch Eric's dick penetrated her. In a few seconds, his dick was completely buried inside her cunt. He then took it out like that gradually all the waay and started inserting it again, slowly. Jojo was now making guttural noises like an animal, enjoying the slow fucking she was getting.

All this had by now gotten too much for Priya. She plonked herself on the cushioned chair arranged perpendicular to the couch. She put her hands on her knees and kept watching Eric fuck Jojo slowly. The lust on her face was self-evident and Eric looked at her and smiled, confident that she had taken his bait. Priya looked at Eric's and smiled weakly and then turned her gaze towards the writhing grunting body of Jojo.

And I could see why Priya was so entranced. Just watching it on the screen, I was incredibly turned on at the sight of Jojo's tall busty well built body, clad in the skimpiest of leather teddies, kneeling with her head on the couch. And Eric's well toned body slowly slapping into hers and his huge dick slid in and out of her cunt. Priya was getting to watch all this live, in 3 dimensions, just a couple of feet away from her.

Eric then shifted to a higher gear and sped up a bit. Not too hard, like I had seen him pummel Priya in that clip on the phone. But fast enough. The gradual increase in pace caused a gradual increase in Jojo's moans too, and they became more high pitched. Her plump ass cheeks kept jiggling every time Eric's hips slammed into them.

Priya also shifted to a higher gear. Until now she had been shifting and fidgeting in the chair. Finally she could not take it any more. She pulled her denim skirt up until it was bunched around her waist, revealing that she was wearing a thong again. Her hand went down and slid the fabric of the thong to one side, and her fingers started working on her clit at once. She let out a big sigh of relief as she was able to pleasure herself after exercising self-control for such a long time.

Eric watched all this triumphantly and suddenly went from second gear to overdrive, hammering Jojo's cunt so rapidly that this thighs were a blur on the screen. Jojo started howling with pleasure as he did that and Priya, as if to match their pace, started moving her fingers on her clit rapidly as well. Eric's mach speed hammering finally had the effect it was bound to have and Jojo started shaking and shivering and her howls got really piercing. She was clearly having an orgasm.

Watching Jojo made Priya hit her peak as well, and soon she also started moaning loudly, her voice mixing with Jojo's. Jojo's body raised itself off the couch a couple of times and crashed down with a bang as her orgasm washed over her, and Priya had by now slid down the couch so much that her whole ass was suspended in the air. The two of seemed to climax at around the same time and Eric watched with an accomplished grin as he brought two women to orgasm simultaneously, without even touching one of them, even as he himself had not cum.

In a few seconds, both Jojo and Priya came down to earth and their howls now turned into short soft moans as their bodies felt the receding after effects of their respective orgasms.

"Thank you, master." Jojo said in almost a whisper as Eric pulled out his cock from her cunt and stretched back. It was still fully erect, and it was confirmed that he had not cum. "Thank you, thank you....finally. Oh god, finally!" Jojo exclaimed and started crying and laughing at the same time as if in relief.

Eric got off the couch and stared at Priya, who stared back at hime with glazed eyes. He smiled and got down on his knees in front of her. Half her body was already off the couch. He put his big hands under her ass cheeks and lifted her up, so her cunt was just a couple of inches away from his hard cock. Priya smiled in anticipation as Eric slowly advanced his dick towards her pussy. As the tip of his dick touched the entrance of her cunt, she inhaled and braced for his entrance.

Instead Eric backed away and took his hands out from under her ass, making it hit the floor with a soft thud. He got up, and by now the smile on his face had been replaced with a stern look.

"You think it would be so easy? I told you. If you want to get fucked, you have to be my slave. You have to be my Yoyo." he said.

"Fine. I am your slave. I am your Yoyo. Fuck me now." Priya almost screamed impatiently, pulling herself up on the chair.

"Not so fast, Yoyo, not so fast. You don't just become a slave by saying it." Eric said and got back on the couch on his knees and behind Jojo who was still whimpering softly.

"Then what do I have to do?" Priya said in high voice.

"You can start by losing that demanding attitude you have. Be more like Jojo here. Deferential." he said as he inserted his dick into Jojo's cunt and started fucking her again. Priya stayed silent and looked at him angrily, as if debating if she should just walk out right away. But she stayed there, a picture of contrasts. Her face wore an angry self-respecting look. Her top was still the way it was. But the waist is where the contrast started. Her skirt gathered around it in a bunch. Her thong displaced, her wet cunt in full view and her legs spread apart and suspended in the air as if placed on invisible stirrups.

As Eric fucked Jojo again and started getting her worked up, Priya's attitude started melting away. The look on her face got softer as she watched the two of them go at it. Eric seemed to have an amazing stamina and continued to pound Jojo like a madman for a full fifteen minutes until finally he started cumming. Jojo had already orgasmed twice more by then and Priya had fingered herself to climax once more.

By the time Eric finished filling Jojo up with his seed, both ladies were a sight to see. Jojo was almost semi-conscious because of the multiple orgasms and Priya's face held the hunger of a bitch in heat, but the pliability of a bunny rabbit. Eric took his dick out of Jojo and it made a short plop sound and his cum started oozing down her thighs. He then looked at Priya and said,

"You sure you wanna do this too?"

"Yes." she said hoarsely.

"Yes what?" Eric asked in a stern voice. Priya looked confused for a second before realization hit her.

"Yes, Master." she croaked.

"Hmmm. This is your first mistake, so I am letting you off with a warning. But from now on if you don't address me properly, there will be hell to pay. Get it....Yoyo?" Eric asked.

"Yes, Master." she said.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

SEXUAL INDEPENDENCE OF AN INDIAN HOUSEWIFE
PART11
"Good. Now, first things first. Get completely naked. Even those boots. I want them off." Eric said and right away, Priya started taking her clothes off, starting with her skirt. "I am going to get your uniform from inside. But meanwhile, I want you to get started on your first task."

"Yes, Master?" Priya, who had already gotten naked from waist down, asked as she started taking her top off.

"Your first task is to clean her cunt up completely." Eric said pointing towards Jojo. "Using your mouth only. No hands. Lick the juices off her thighs, off her pussy lips and from inside her cunt by putting your tongue in it."

Priya's face broke out into a grimace in disgust at the idea of what she was being asked to do.

"And that's another thing. Stop making faces when I give you orders. If I give you an order as your master, you should be happy to carry it out. The next time you make a face like there's a bug in your food, I swear to god, you will regret it. Now get to it." Eric scolded her and headed inside.

Priya took off her boots and reluctantly got on the couch behind Jojo's kneeling body and looked at the overflowing cunt doubtfully. Jojo waited until Eric had left the room completely and then said to Priya,

"Don't worry Yoyo, it'll get better."

Priya let out a sarcastic snigger and said,

"Yeah right." She then started licking the cum off Jojo's thighs.

"No, trust me. You'll get used to it. I was like you in the beginning too. Doubtful, disobedient. But as time passes, you get into the groove and it starts making you hot. oooh...that feels nice" Jojo said the last part because now Priya was inserting her tongue inside the cunt to get the cum out. She moaned a bit until Priya was done cleaning, and basically eating all the cum, and then said,

"You're very pretty, by the way. Really nice and petite, but still a nice rack."

"Thank you. You're very sexy too. I wish I were tall like you." Priya replied.

"Tall, short don't matter to Eric, honey. All he likes is the booty. Grab-able booties like yours and mine. If the booty is nice, fleshy and round, he'd fuck a midget too." Jojo said and started laughing. Priya joined in.

"Nice accent, by the way. Where ya from, Pakistan?" Jojo asked.

"No, India." Priya said.

"Oh of course, India. And what's your real name, Yoyo?" she asked.

"Priya."

"Damn, that's a mouthful. I'll just stick to Yoyo. My name ain't Jojo. It is..." she said but was interrupted by Eric's yelling.

"Who the fuck told you two bitches you could chatter and gossip away like two old maids?" he said.

"Sorry Master" Jojo said, and Priya repeated the same right away.

"You two bitches wanna run your tongues so much? I'll find a good use for them. But first.." Eric said and handed the garb to Priya. "Here's your uniform. Put it on."

My naked wife obediently started completing the formalities of becoming Eric's slave. She first took the teddy, which when folded could have fit into her fist. It was identical to Jojo's in design and shape, except that it was bright red. But apart from the color, everything else was the same. As she put it on, her boobs jutted out of the two holes for them, and her shaved cunt and ass were completely visible. Next she took the boots, also a matching bright red, sat down on the chair and put them on.

Finally she reached for the red studded collar and was about to put it on when Eric stopped her.

"You don't do that. I do that. I will collar you, thus making you my slave." he said taking it from her hand. "But remember, once the collar is on, until I take it off, you are my completely slave. You have to follow my every order or else I'll slap you around if I have to. Are you sure you want to be collared by me?"

"Yes, Master. Please collar me, Master." Priya said.

"Alright then." Eric said and wrapped the collar around her neck and buttoned it. It also had a leash like Jojo's except of course, red in color. "Great. My two lovely slaves. Jojo and Yoyo."

He then took a step towards the couch and opened Jojo's handcuffs. She got up and stretched her hands and stood there next to Priya, looking almost like an Amazon. Eric took both their leashes in his hand, smiled and then yanked them downwards. The two slaves immediately fell to their hands and knees.

"Come along, my bitches." Eric said, dragging the leashes making the two of them crawl around the couch and behind him. "Let's start playing."

And the final shot of the scene had the two unmatched asses, Priya's shapely substantial, and Jojo's shapely and massive, jiggled softly as the knees behind them moved to take them away out of the camera's view. The last thing I saw were their boots, red and black, sliding away.

I sat there, as the clip ended and realized that I had cum all over my shirt without even realizing it. What I saw there, involving my wife, was hotter than any porno I had ever seen. No wonder she was so excited about the whole thing. I got some napkins and cleaned my semen off my clothes and clicked on the second link.
The next clip was not very long. It started in a bedroom, with a big kingsize bed with a lot of wooden bars in the frames at the top and bottom. Jojo and Priya were both handcuffed to the bars, and were on their knees. Eric was kneeling behind them with a small paddle in his hand, and was smacking their asses with it one by one. He was doing it pretty hard, because both his slaves were yelping pretty loudly when a shot landed, and their asses were red. The redness of Priya's ass was particular remarkable, because of her whiter skin tone and also because she was wearing red. As I paid closer attention to their yelps, I realized that Eric was smacking Jojo a lot harder than he was Priya. But the bigger woman seemed to be able to take it. And then the clip ended.

The third clip started from the same angle with both ladies in the same position. The redness of their asses had faded away a little, which indicated that it had been some time since the last clip was shot. Eric came into the picture, wearing just jeans and got on his knees between their asses. He then put his two hands up, and folded all fingers except for the index finger on both hands, looking like a cricket umpire about to signal six. He then looked at the camera and winked.

And then he started fingering the clits of both women using one finger for each. They had been silent so far, but both of them started moaning and squirming. In a couple of minutes, he made both of them climax once each and the two of them were shaking their butts like they were desperate to get out of the bondage. But Eric mercilessly kept going, bringing both of them to orgasm after orgasm. Both of them were howling for him to stop, begging him to stop. But by the time he stopped, it had been fifteen minutes and both of them were on the verge of passing out. And the clip ended.

The fourth clip was one of my favorites. Jojo was sitting, legs folded, yoga style, nodding at something Eric was saying that I could not hear. Then Priya came into the picture, and sat down in Jojo's lap, facing her, and stretching her legs out behind Jojo. The two of them stared at each other uncertainly for a few seconds, when I heard Eric yell,

"Get on with it, bitches!"

And the bitches got on with it. They started kissing each other. And not just pecks, but proper lip-to-lip lingering kisses with their tongues playing with each other. I found that whole clip extremely hot. I had often fantasized about seeing Priya with another woman. But even after our recent experiments, she had refused to entertain the idea, saying it seemed "yucky". And here she was, obviously loving the way Jojo was kissing her. After some sensuous kissing, Jojo hurriedly started removing Priyas breasts from the cover of her dress. After removing them compleately, she started sucking on one of them while molesting the other one by her big palm. Jojo‘s hard sucking was giving tremendious pleasure to priya and she was moaning loudly. After few more minutes Jojo stopped her sucking and started whispering something in to Priya’s ear. Priya was laughing hering her but I saw that Jojo’s hand wasn’t stopped, it was continuously pumping Priyas right breast like an automic machine. When the clip ended ten minutes later, one look at both their faces made a fact clear. They were turned on beyond belief, as I could see from the way they had that familiar look. After everything ended they stared at each other for a while before Eric yelled at them to get up.

The next clip turned me on and disturbed me. Or rather, I was disturbed by how much it turned me on. Because it was the first look at my wife being subjected to hardcore BDSM. Until then she had just been handcuffed or hit on her ass, which is really no big deal, given how fleshy her ass is. But this one was wild. The clip started with Jojo turning Priya on to her front and then putting her knee on her back. She then told Priya to bend her legs in the knee as far as she could, which she did. Jojo then took a thick rope and tied it arund each leg tightly. She then took both of Priya's hands and pulled them towards the feet really hard making her arch her back as much as she could. Holding the hands there, she used the end of the same rope that tied her feet to tie her hands tightly right next to the feet.

Priya's body was completely stretched arched in a D shape, with her hands and shins forming the straight line and her thighs and torso forming the curved part. Her big firm boobs were spread apart and jutting out. The discomfort was clearly visible on her face, but I also noticed that her nipples were erect, which meant she was getting pleasure out of this. Jojo then got off her back and sat next to her side. Eric then entered the picture, fully naked, with his dick fully erect. He grabbed hold of Priya's hair and roughly yanked it upwards, so that her head was touching her back and her face looking at him.

He then slapped her across both cheeks one by one a few times really hard, and I saw tears well up in her eyes. His fingers left their red marks on her face. Eric then got on his knees in front of Priya and roughly inserted his cock into her mouth. She started making gagging noises like Jaojo had been in the first clip when Eric did the same to her. But Eric kept fucking her mouth fast and hard, and I was convinced that part of his dick was sliding up and down my petite wife's throat. After about half a minute, he took his dick out and Priya started coughing and retching, and gasping for air. As she did that, he slapped her again a couple of times.

"Want more, bitch?" he aske sternly, and I was shocked as my wife said,

"Yes, master. More, master." in an unrecognizably lustful voice. She was clearly enoying this, and honestly, so was I. I knew that it turned me on to see another man fuck my wife, but I had no idea that her being abused would also get me horny.

I watched with my dick erect again as Eric shoved his dick down her throat again and fucked it mercilessly for a minute more. Priya kept making the gagging noises, but there were also moans of pleasure in between. Eric then made a gesture to Jojo who had been watching all this with fire-filled eyes. She must have had this experience herself and was excited to see someone else put through it.

Jojo got up and reached above her head to pull down another rope which was apparently hanging from the roof. It had a carabiner at the end and although I could not see the roof, the way she stretched the rope, I guessed there was some sort of a pully mechanism at the other end. Jojo took the carabiner and snapped it into the rope aroun Priya's hands. She then pulled the carabiner hard to make sure it was shut and said meekly,

"It's done, master."

Eric got off the bed and disappeared from view. Then I heard a squeaking noise and saw the rope from the roof pulling Priya up by the hands. Her boobs were lifted from the bed, then her stomach, then her crotch and thighs until she was arched straight like an actual D, with just her knees resting on the bed. Priya started whining in pain, but not too loudly. Eric got back on the bed and stood in front of her. He then grabbed hold of her head with her hair and shoved his dick into her mouth once more. Because she was hoisted straight, she could not take his huge dick down her throat and half of it stayed out even when he pushed it in the most. This time, he fucked her mouth longer, maybe 2 minutes or so.

This time when he took his dick out, Priya started coughing again and I could see tears streaming down her cheeks. Eric bent down, grabbed her face with one hand and started kissing her hard. To my surprise, she kissed back enthusiastically, and when they broke the kiss, there was a loud smooching sound followed by an "ahhhh" from Priya.

Eric disappeared from the view again, and the squeaking noise started once more. Priya's body was lowered back on to the bed and I thought it was over when Jojo took the carabiner off. But instead of letting it go she moved to the back and snapped it on the portion of the rope between Priya's feet. And the squeaking noise started again as Priyaodhar's body started getting hoisted once more, this time upside down. This time, Eric cranked the pully more than earlier, so her whole body was lifted off the bed, and was left hanging and swaying a couple of feet above it. This time because she was suspended in the air, Priya's body was hanging at a weird angle, kinda like a D tilted forward at 45 degrees. Which meant her face was facing the bed and her boobs were hanging downwards, towards her neck.

I was curious to see how Eric would fuck her mouth at this angle. But when he got back on the bed, it was clear that he had no intention of doing that. Instead, he started slapping her on her pussy really hard, and Priya started yelping in pain. Eric made a gesture to Jojo who got down on her knees, bent in the waist and moved her head forwards and upwards until her mouth was just under Priya's nipples. She then started sucking the nipples really hard, making Priya howl even more. Meanwhile, Eric continued slapping her pussy. After sucking her nipples for few minutes Jojo started biteing her breast meat here and there. Thought Jojo was not biteing her hard, but I saw planty of bite marks started appearing on Priys’s soft flesh. Jojo was acting like a wild animal eating meat after a long time.

This went on for a minute or so until Priya's crying got really plaintive, and Jojo stopped biting her breast meat, stared at her crying face and said in a very stern and unrecognizable voice,

"Eric, that's enough! Bring her down at once!"

Eric recognized the urgent tone of her voice and immediately jumped off the bed, and soon Priya's body started being lowered. Jojo immediately took the carabiner off and started untying Priya's hands and feet. Afer she was untied, Priya kept her hands on her pussy and kept bawling like an uncontrollable baby. Jojo lied down and hugged her softly, keeping Priya's head on her own big boobs and said,

"There there. It'll be OK. Now we know your threshold, and I promise, it'll never ever get to that."

As Priya lay there, looking like a child in the arms of the much bigger woman. After few minutes Jojo took out one of her brests and offered it to Priya. Priya took the offer instantly and pressed her mouth on one of her nipples and started sucking it vry hard, while Jojo was playing with her hairs using her fingers. Meanwhile Eric slowly advanced towards the camera, looked back to make sure they weren't looking, and then brought his face really close to the lens and said,

"Hey Ramon, they seem to be getting along really well." and then he winked. And that’s where the clip ended.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

SEXUAL INDEPENDENCE OF AN INDIAN HOUSEWIFE
PART12
The next clip was the most bondage-free clip of them all. No cuffing or pain, except for some mild spanking. It was also the hottest one so far. It started with both Priya and Jojo on their knees on the bed in front of Eric. Priya seemed to have come back to normal and maybe even washed her face because there were no signs of tear streaks on her face. Jojo caught her hair and gently guided her open mouth towards Eric's erect dick. This time he stayed still, and did not fuck her mouth. Instead, Priya started sucking his tool, using her skillful technique, which brought a grunt out of Eric's throat. After a minute or so, Priya took it out of her mouth and put it into Jojo's who started slurping at it hungrily.

After a few minutes of the two ladies alternately sucking his dick, Eric got down on his knees in front of them and hgged them both together in one embrace. He then let go of Jojo and focused on Priya, kissing her softly and passionately. As they kissed, he slowly pushed her to the bed on her back and got on top of her. He then got between her legs and very slowly, penetrated her cunt with his dick.

"Oh God Yessssss!" Priya almost screamed in delight. "Finally!!! Thank you, master!"

Eric smiled and started fucking her gently, as he started playing with her boobs. Jojo moved next to them and started kissing Priya who kissed back hungrily. She also kept moaning in pleasure as Eric increased his speed and started fucking her faster. But just as her moans got deeper, Eric took his dick out, and pulled Jojo towards him. He made her lay down right next to Priya, their asses touching and starting fucking Jojo's cunt. Priya played with herself lying down as Eric kept fucking Jojo right next to her. He then pulled out and started fucking Priya again and then Jojo started playing with her self. After fucking for Priya for a while more he took his dick out, moved back a little and spanked both the ladies on the sides of their hips.

"Get on all fours like the bitches you are." he ordered and spanked them again.

Priya and Jojo both giggled as they rolled over, grabbing on to each others hands for support. They then got on their hands and knees right next to each other and spread their knees wide. The sight was very erotic. Two beautiful asses, one bigger and browner than the other, thrust backwards. Below the asscrack, two wet shaved pussies. I envied Eric as he spent a few minutes spanking them both and fingering their cunts as both of them started moaning.

Then he started fucking Jojo from the back, doggy style. With one hand, he grabbed her hips as he thrust into her. And with the fingers of his other hand, he started playing with Priya's cunt. Both the slaves were enjoying their master paying attentiont to their cunts simultaneously and were moaning and grunting loudly.

"Kiss each other." Eric ordered, and the two complied, turning their faces towards each other and starting to kiss very sloppily and sexily. As the two kept kissing, Eric changed his position and was now fucking Priya and fingering Jojo. He was hammering Priya a lot harder and faster than he did Jojo, and the speed and Priya's muffled yelps reminded me of their clip in the bathroom that I had seen on her phone.

After fucking Priya exclusively for five minutes, Eric withdrew. He got off the bed and announced that he was going to get some rope. The ladies stayed like that, on their knees, kissing hungrily and their asses sticking out. Then Priya took one hand off the bed and stretched it backwards, reaching for Jojo's ass. She fondled the ass for a few seconds and then ran her finger down the ass crack until she was at Jojo's cunt. She then put her fingers inside Jojo's cunt and started fucking it. Jojo let out a pleased moan, took her hand to the back and started doing the same to Priya's cunt.

When Eric came back, he seemed a little surprised and delighted at the hot scene that awaited him, of the two women on their knees, kissing each other and fingering each other. He just stayed like that, with pieces of rope in his hand, watching them for a few minutes, drinking in the erotic sight. I couldn't blame him. There are few things kinkier than watching two hot women on all fours like bitches, wearing contrasting leather teddies and boots, pleasuring each other, with their lips as well as fingers at the same time.

Eric then approached them standing on the bed. He bent down and grabbed Priya by the waist. She let out a small yelp as he effortlessly picked her up and held her in the air for a couple of seconds. She looked like a little puppy being picked up by its side, with all her limbs hanging downwards. Eric then moved her in the air towards Jojo and gently placed her on Jojo's back. Priya's boobs mashed against Jojo's shoulderblades and her face rested against the back of Jojo's head.

But even hotter was how it looked lower down. Because Priya was a lot shorter than Jojo, he ass ended where Jojo's started, and her thighs came down in front of Jojo's too. It was a sexy looking double stack of asses, legs and cunts. Picture how it would have looked from the back, from Eric's perspective. Priya’s lovely buttcheeks, below that her sopping shaved cunt, then Jojo's big butt and her bald cunt.

Priya was having a little trouble staying balanced like that and kept squirming from side to side trying to find a stable position. And then I realized the purrpose for the ropes. To hold this ass-cunt club sandwich together. Eric had four pieces of rope in his hand. He used each of them to tie together each of Jojo's and Priya's limbs. Now their right hands were tied together, right legs, and so on. When Eric got done with the ropes, Priya seemed to be perfectly fixed on top of Jojo and their asses and cunts were stationary.

Eric stood back and admired his work for a few seconds. Then he took some steps towards the camera, looked at the lens and said "How dya like that Ramon? A cunt sandwich that I am gonna drill into." he then winked and went back to the bed.

Eric started on his knees with fucking Jojo, and since they were tied together, Priya's asscheeks jiggled too. Both ladies were moaning again, but Jojo louder because obviously, it was her cunt being hammered. After fucking her nicely for a while, he got off his knees, on to his feet and took a couple of steps forward until his dick was hanging above Priya's ass. He bent his knees to bring his dick at level with my wife's cunt and then penetrated it and started fucking her. Now Priya's moans got louder.

After fucking the two doggy style on top of each other a few times, Eric took a step back. He then reached down with his hand until it was on Jojo's side and pushed her very hard sideways. Both the ladies helped as their stack toppled over to one side with a thump. Then they started giggling at the weird pose they were in, as if tied together while spooning. Except of course this time the little spoon was on the outside.

Eric then got between their legs, grabbed their left legs which were tied together, and stretched them straight upwards. The resulting sight was erotic too, with both their cunts stretched and displayed as both their legs were wide apart. Holding their legs up like that, Eric got on his knees, brought his dick closer and then started fucking them both, one stroke at a time. He'd drill his dick into Priya's cunt, take it out and then drilll it into Jojo's cunt and then back to Priya. Both ladies let out throaty grunts alternately as Eric started finding his rhythm and fucked them like that harder. It was amazing to see how rapidly his hips moved as he hammered both the cunt one by one at a great speed. Priya's boobs were pressed between their bodies, but it was a deligh to see Jojo's massive jugs shake up and down with each thrust.

This erotic position lasted for about five minutes and then he rolled them over again, on their backs. Now Jojo was on top of Priya, and I was surprised the bigger woman's weight didn't break my wife's ribs. Priya did let out an uncomfortable grunt, so Jojo said,

"You ok there Yoyo? Am I too heavy for ya?"

"It's fine. Not too bad." Priya replied in a slightly breathless voice.

"Good. Time to finish you two off." Eric said and got between their legs and stretched them apart. Since jojo was taller, her crotch and ass were completely hiding Priya's in this position. So Eric grabbed hold of their legs and lifted them high and high and higher, until both their asses were off the bed and their combined weight was being supported just by Priya's back and shoulders. But in this position, Priya's dripping cunt was accessible and even slightly opened up.

With any further ado, Eric thrust his dick into my wife's cunt and started fucking her rapidly. Priya's moans, even though muffled by Jojo's head in front of her, were audible enough to show that in this position, Eric was hitting the right spots in her and already she was on her way. Eric had been fucking the two of them for over half an hour now and I was not surprised that she was close to an orgasm. Eric started hammering her even faster, his thighs almost a blur, and very soon my wife started howling and cursing loudly.

"OHHHH GODDDDD YESSSS...OH OH OH...YEA YEA YEA...MMMMMMM" she yelled, and then I suddenly heard Jojo say,

"OW! She bit my shoulder really hard." and started laughing.

Priya was too lost in the throes of her orgasm to have heard it and she started thrashing her arms around, making Jojo's hands thrash around too and her massive tits gyrate. Finally, after what seemed like an eterntiy, Priya's orgasm subsided and her hows turned into grunts and then into whimpers, and she said,

"Thank you, master. That was worth the night long wait."

"You're welcome, slave." Eric said. "Jojo's turn now."

He had still been holding their legs high up. he lowered them slightly so that Priya's ass was now touching the bed. He then started pounding Jojo's cunt. It did not take long for him to make her climax either, and as she did, she raised her body off the bed a couple of times, pulling Priya up with her, and then fell back again. The impact of those falls must have knocked the wind out of Priya for sure. As Jojo got done with the orgasm, but ladies lay there on top of each other, moaning and whimpering, their limbs moving slowly in every direction. There was no way to know which of them was moving the hand.

Eric then rolled them over on their fronts, or rather on Jojo's front, and Priya exhaled loudly and said,

"Ahhhh....that's a relief!" as she was not the one bearing the weight now. Jojo however barely seemed to notice Priya's weight.

Eric grabbed them by their arms and pulled their bodies towards the edge of the bed until their heads were suspended in the air He then stood on the floor and started fucking their mouths one by one. This mouth fucking did not last too long though. Eric was close to cumming too, and as soon as he realized he was about to, he took it out and held it straight. The first spurt of cum hit Priya's nose and eye’s. He then moved his cock lower and it hit Jojo in the face. Eric came shaking his dick up and down and his copious cum covered both their faces.

After Eric got done, the two of them started rolling their tongues on the outside of their mouth trying to lick as much of the cum as possible. Eric examined his work proudly for a few seconds. And he had a lot to be proud of. These were two beautiful and sexy ladies whom most guys would lose a limb to just make out with. And here he had them, dressed like slutty slaves, tied to each other, with their faces covered in his cum. Why wouldn't it boost his ego? After admiring the sight for a while more, Eric bent down and started untying them. The scene finally ended.

The next scene seemed a bit tame. Both the ladies had been untied and were lying on the bed catching their breath. The camera showed them just lying there like that for a couple of minutes. Then Eric walked in with a small pile of clothes that he kept on a table. He went to Jojo, unbuttoned her collar. Then he unbuttoned Priya's collar. He said,

"You two must be tired. I've kept your clothes there on the table. And there's two bathrooms in the house with showers if you wanna clean up first. There's towels in both of them. I am gonna go get us some coffee and bagels."

Eric walked out and the scene ended and I wondered what the point of it was. Maybe signifying that he had taken off their collars so for now they were no longer his bitches or slaves, but their usual selves. When the last scene started, it seemed a little different than the others. It was not shot from the other cameras but seemed to be from a webcam. It focused on an empty chair for a few seconds. Then Eric, fully dressed, came and sat down on it. He looked at it and said,

"Ramon, what I am gonna show you next will answer that one question that must have troubled you while watching everything else. I wasn't around when it happened. Had gone to get coffee for the ladies. I only saw it right now while checking and editing the tapes. So I am shooting this intro from me to add to it. This will teach you to never ever screw with me again. Now watch the scene and prepare for the consequences."

Eric disappeared and the scene shifted to his bedroom again. Jojo walked in naked, drying her wet hair with a towel. She stood next to her clothes on the table and kept drying her hair. In a while, Priya walked in, also naked, with a towel wrapped around her head as is her norm after showering. The two ladies looked so different, all scrubbed and cleaned with no make-up or lip stick. And as hot as their had looked in those contrasting teddies and boots, I found their naked bodies even more arousing.

Priya approached the table and stopped for second, staring at Jojo. Jojo saw her staring, smiled and asked,

"What you looking at, Yoyo?"

"Hehe, sorry." Priya said blushing. "It's just that.... this is the first I have seen you completely naked...and you have such an amazing body."

"Thanks, girl" Jojo said, and spanking Priya on the ass said, "You have a fantastic body yourself. And damn, you are a slut! For your first night in such a thing, you kept pace with me throughout. And it's taken me a while to build up this much stamina."

Priya blushed some more and smiled. She moved to the table and picked up her bra and started putting it on. Jojo took her panties and slipped them on as she said,

"So lemme ask ya something, Yoyo. An Indian lady, obviously married as I can tell from that ring on your finger. Not the sort that I'd expect to be into such things. Where did Eric find you anyway?"

"We met through a common friend in a bar one night." Priya said, pulling her panties up and reaching for her skirt.

"Common friend?" Jojo asked.

"Yeah, Carlos." Priya said.

"Carlos! You're friends with Carlos too!" Jojo said, sounding surprised as she reached for her jeans.

"Well, kinda friends. Actually we are on the outs now, because of Eric." Priya explained as she buttoned her skirt.

"What did Eric do?" Jojo asked curiously.

"To be honest, Carlos has been lusting after me for a while. And the night I met with him and Eric, I spent the whole night making out with Carlos. He wanted to take me home and finally fuck me. But I refused and just gave him a blowjob in the bathroom of the bar." Priya said putting on her top. "But then Eric came into the bathroom after that, and I was just too horny. And I let Eric fuck me."

"Oh, and that got Carlos all jealous, huh?" Jojo asked, putting her shirt on.

"Yeah. he hasn't talked to me much since." Priya said, now fully dressed.

"That sounds like Carlos. I've known him for a while now. He's the kind who'll get all whiny and weepy if he feels slighted." Jojo said leaning against the table. "How did you meet Carlos anyway?"

"He he, well, this might make me sound like more of a slut. But I met him through another guy I have been fucking for a while now." Priya said sheepishly.

"Damn, girl! You are a slut! How many more men you been fucking?" Jojo said laughing.

"He he, only these three and my husband." Priya answered. "Well, technically, not all three. Carlos and I have never really fucked, just sucked off and let him cum on my tits another time. So the only two guys I have fucked apart from my husband so far are Eric and Ramon."

"RAMON??????????" Jojo said in a suddenly loud voice, standing straight.

Priya looked surprised at this reaction and stared at Jojo with confusion. Jojo stared back at her with a very angry and hurt look on her face. Priya watched in surprise as tears sprang up in Jojo's eyes. She put a hand over her face and biting her lips, asked Priya in a weepy voice,

"You've fucked Ramon?"

"Yes but...."

"How many times? And since when?" Jojo asked, staring at the floor.

"I'm sorry. I don't understand...." Priya started saying.

"Just answer the question please." Jojo said pleadingly. "How many times and since when?"

"Well, it's been over a month. And how many times....I don't know honestly. Never kept count." Priya answered.

Jojo now started crying very loudly and went to the bed to sit down. Priya looked confused for a while. But then realization dawned upon her. She trepidantly walked towards Jojo, and standing a couple of feet away asked cautiously,

"You are.....Julia?"

Jojo or Julia nodded as she kept crying. Priya looked as if she wished the earth would open up and swallow her at that very instant. She seemed to be caught between just leaving and consoling Julia. She finally decided on the former. She started walking out of the bedroom. Stopped at the door for a second, turned back and said,

"I am sorry, Julia."

And then my wife left. The clip showed Julia crying for a few seconds more and ended.

As the final clip ended, a lot of the pieces of the puzzle fell in place for me. From the moment I saw the emails and started watching the clips with Eric's constant comments for Ramon, I had assumed that Eric had been video-taping everything so he could get back at him. He could show Ramon that he had seduced Priya, the girl he was fucking, and turned her into a slave. While Ramon had to work long and hard to get into Priya's pants, Eric had done it on the first night and on the second night, abused her like he owned her.

That by itself, I thought was enough to get Ramon riled up. But I was a bit confused at a lot of Eric's comments, especially the one where he spoke about how well Julia and my wife were getting along. Now it all made sense. Eric had scored a double whammy. In a night of debauchery, he had banged and abused not only Ramon's mistress, but also his girlfriend. In the same bed. At the same time. It was the biggest gesture of vengeful emasculation possible.

So when he sent all these clips to Ramon, Ramon obviously got angry at his girlfriend who had clearly been having an affair with Eric even as she gave Ramon a hard time about her suspicions. But he was also upset at Priya, his latest conquest, for getting into the act so wilfully. Even worse, she had unwittingly confirmed Julia's suspicions about Ramon cheating on her. So as his own minor revenge on Priya, he searched for my email ID. He thought that I was in the dark about what my wife had been up to. So he decided that if his relationship was going to be skewered, so should Priya's marriage.

And now I also understood why Priya was upset at the two of them for acting like kids. They had both been very petty and stupid. Eric, getting her together with Julia and video-taping everything without telling her, just to use it as a tool against Ramon. And Ramon, instead of limiting his anger at Eric, forwarding it to me, an unintentionally shattering the charade of my ignorance.

And I suddenly remembered - Priya! She was going to call me after a while. It had been a couple of hours and she had still not called. I immediately reached for my cellphone and dialed her number. It rang for a while and then went to voicemail. I guess she was still thrashing out things with Ramon and Eric. I left a message asking her to call me back as soon as she could, no matter how late it got. I then restarted the clip of Eric banging Julia and Priya together, and whacked myself off to a nice orgasm.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

SEXUAL INDEPENDENCE OF AN INDIAN HOUSEWIFE
PART13
I turned on the TV and waited for Priya to call back. Half an hour passed, but still not dice. I got a little worried. On the phone, she had sounded angry and was clearly yelling at Eric and Ramon. Two young, well-built guys with huge egos. What if they started fighting each other physically? What if they got upset at her instead and pushed her around or worse? I started imagining the worst scenarios of an argument between them turning violent, and it got me even more worried. So I sent her a text message saying I was worried and asking if she was okay. She texted back right away that she was fine and will call me soon. Assured that she was safe, I started watching the TV and dozed off in a while.

I woke to the sound of my cellphone ringing. Priya was calling. I checked the clock and it was almost 5 am, which meant that it was almost 7 am for her. I answered the phone,

"Hi Ajit." she said, sounding sleepy, "Did I wake you up?"

"Yeah." I said suppressing a yawn, "But it's fine. I wanted you to call no matter what time it was."

"What time is your flight back? 8:10 right?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'll leave for the airport in maybe one and a half hour." I said.

"Hmm, good. I can't wait to see you. I've missed you so much this weekend." she said lovingly.

"I missed you too. I especially missed having you here when I watched all those clips. Mindblowing, Priya!" I said.

"He he he, I thought you'd enjoy them. Those were just from Friday night though. There are more from Saturday I guess, when Julia left and I was the only one with Eric all day. I'll ask him to make a DVD if you want." she said.

"That sounds great. Anyway, talking of Eric.... how did it go? When we last spoke you were yelling at him and Ramon for being kids."

"Yeah, it went well I think. You must have guessed what happened with the clips and everything right? Eric made the videos to humiliate Ramon. Ramon got angry at me and send them to you as a revenge?" she asked.

"Yeah, that much was obvious."

"So anyway, here's what happened after what you saw in the clips. I got dressed and waited for Eric to come home. When he did, Julia came out of the room, said she needed to go, and just left. I was about to leave too, but Eric asked me if I wanted to stick around and spend the day with him. I said it was already morning and I needed to get some sleep. He said I could sleep there. And maybe after waking up, put on my slave uniform again so he could give me undivided attention."

"I liked the idea, to be honest." she continued. "I had never thought about BDSM seriously, but I enjoyed the night thoroughly and was looking forward to more. So when I agreed, Eric took me by my hand to the bedroom. He said I should get comfortable and started taking my clothes off. I let him, and took his clothes off too. We lied down on the bed spooning each other, when he started getting hard again. I reached back and felt his dick and asked him to fuck me one more time before we slept."

"Did he?" I asked. "Yes, he did. And in a very different way, gently while we were still spooning. He kissed me on the lips and neck all the while. That fuck was more like love-making and he was very romantic through it all, saying sweet things instead of using curse words. Since I had just showered, I did not want him to cum in my cunt, so when he was about to, I took it in my mouth and swallowed it all."

"After that we slept naked in each others arms. When we woke up, it was evening. We went out for some food, and I ate like a pig, famished after the previous night's exercise, he he. And then when we went back to his place, Eric put the collar on me. Which meant I was his slave. I changed into the red teddy, and from then on until the wee hours of the morning, it was more BDSM play."

"What all did you do?" I asked.

"A lot of the stuff from the previous night, actually. Bondage, spanking, paddling etc. Except that it was just me. When you called up during that day, I was either asleep or then literally tied up so could not answer. I'll ask Eric to send you the tapes. You can see for yourself." she said.

"Alright, I'll wait." I said. I was already quite content watching the videos of Friday night so I was in no hurry for the next night. I was more interested to know about the drama that happened on Sunday.

"Anyway, Sunday morning, after he uncollared me, I drove home. Took a nice long bath, made myself breakfast, sent you some text messages and then went to bed. When I woke up in the afternoon, it was because of someone banging on the door angrily. I went and opened the door and it was Ramon. He was in a furious mood. He told me that he knew that I had been having sex with Eric as his slave because Eric sent him an email with a lot of videoclips. He then said that Julia had just left town the previous day leaving him just a single text message that she was breaking up with him. He did not understand why and called her up but she did not respond. It was only after he saw the clips that he realized why."

"And he blamed me for being a part of it. I tried to calm him down but he was so angry that I was afraid he would hit me. Finally, once he got done venting, he stormed off. I then called up Eric but it went to voicemail. I left him an angry email saying I knew he had been secretly videotaping what we did, and unless he wanted me to go to the cops, he should either call me back or come by the house. I sat there, fuming at Eric when Ramon called. He told me triumphantly that he had found your email ID and had forwarded all the clips to you. Now you would leave me and I would understand the pain of Julia leaving him."

"That really ticked me off. I started yelling back at him, telling him that you already knew everything. That there were no secrets between us which is why our marriage was so strong. And if he had been even half the man that you are, he would have been honest with Julia. Hearing me yell back quietened him down a little bit. That's when I heard the beep of call waiting and it was Eric. So I put Ramon on hold and took Eric's call. Eric was scared about my threat of going to the security officer. It turns out he already had a rapsheet about sexual offences and was under probation. If I ratted him out, it would mean jail. So he was begging me to not do it. I told him to come over to the house at once."

"I then went back on Ramon's line and told him to come over too. I said I was sick of all this childish drama, and I did not want to become a pawn in their mindgames. So I wanted to talk to both of them and straighten their heads out. I then called up Carlos and left him a voicemail saying he should come over to the house too."

"Haha, so you organized a big yelling session for all of them?" I asked.

"Pretty much. Honestly, Ajit, the sex has been great, but all this drama has been frustrating. Especially since I am not the one with insecurities or grudges. I am sick of all this. By the way, I sort of "broke up" with all of them. No more sex with any of them. They're too childish for my liking." she said.

"Really? Broke up completely?" I asked.

"As of this morning, yes. No more of these young idiots." she said.

"But what about your newfound inner slut?" I asked.

"We'll see about that in a few days. As of now I just need a break from all the kinky sex for a while and want to enjoy lovemaking with my husband." she said.

"I have no problems with that." I said, laughing. "So did they take it well, the break up?"

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

SEXUAL INDEPENDENCE OF AN INDIAN HOUSEWIFE
LAST PART
"Oh yeah, let me get back to that story. So anyway, soon Eric and Ramon came to the house. Both were staring at each other angrily as if ready to pounce at each other. But their emotions were nothing compared to my cold intense anger. I sat them both down and told them about you and me. How we had fallen in love as teenagers. How we had stayed together through all these years and had a happy marriage. And how we were honest with each other. That you knew everything, and did not mind it. Because I was truthful and did not break your trust. I told them that if they were stupid enough to hold such grudges against each other over a girl, they were no better than kids. And I said having a big dick is probably bad for guys like them because it took away all the blood supply meant for their tiny brains."

"Ha ha, you said that?" I asked.

"He he, yeah." she giggled. "They were not happy to hear that wisecrack. That's when you called and we had that conversation. After that I continued yelling at them and cursing them for a while. And then Carlos came. He was taken aback by how I exploded at him too. Who the fuck do you think you are, I said to him, that you believe that I am obligated to fuck you? If I don't want to, I won't. Just because I danced with you erotically a little, instead of being happy with getting a blowjob, you start acting like some betrayed boyfriend? And then start throwing tantrums? So on and so forth, until he was apologizing continuously."

"Eric and Ramon also started apologizing for being so childish and said they'd try to work out their differences. Soon all three of them were pretty much sitting there like collegeboys who got yelled at by the Principal. Then I dropped the bombshell. I said I was done with the three of them. The drama was too much for me, so they should consider it a break-up. Eric and Ramon started protesting, saying there would be no more drama, and they would try to work everything out. But I stayed firm and said even if there was no drama, they had all made some mistakes I could not ignore."

"Eric had videotaped me secretly without my consent, which was very creepy. Ramon had tried to destroy my marriage, although in vain, and that was crossing the line. And Carlos, well I looked at the guy and drew a black. I realized he had not done anything too bad apart from acting like a baby when I refused him. So I said, you might not have done anything stupid, but you seem like these guys, someone who definitely would pull some stunt. So I'd prefer to just end it before giving him a chance to. All three of them sat there looking even more sad and I glared at them having finished my break up speech."

"So they took it well, then?" I asked.

"Ummm...wait, there's more." Priya said mysteriously. "We were all silent for a couple of minutes and then Carlos started laughing sadly. I asked him what was so funny? He said that he had come off the worst in this whole drama. At least Eric and Ramon got to sleep with me, despite making those horrible mistake. He never did anything, and never got to sleep with me, and yet I yelled at him as much as those guys."

"That is funny." I said, letting out a chuckle.

"Yeah it is." she said. "Eric and Ramon also started laughing, and so did I. Soon we were all laughing really hard. Then Eric said to Ramon - you sent the mail to her husband and the dude already know - that's funny too! And we laughed even more. Then Ramon said to Eric - dude, your names for them..Jojo and Yoyo? What are they, clowns? Those names are so hilarious I laughed at them while watching the clips even though I was angry. More laughter."

"All that laughing broke the tension and mellowed down the mood a little. Ramon extended his hand towards Eric and said, I am sorry for stealing your girlfriend man. She is a fucking tart anyway. Kept giving me hell for cheating on her when she'd been fucking you on the sly the whole time. Eric took his hand and shook it, saying he was sorry for being such a douchebag too. Julia had always been somewhat of a slut and when she dumped him for Ramon, he should have just moved on. Then Ramon said to Carlos, I am sorry I got upset at you about that night in the bar with Priya. It's not like she is my wife. I should have given you the green signal to go ahead and fuck her. Then at least you would have come out of this drama with something mroe than just a blowjob."

"Carlos smiled sadly and shrugged his shoulders. Then Eric started describing what a great fuck I was. He said that my cunt is the warmest and tightest he has ever fucked, and loved how it gripped it cock. Ramon agreed and said that he loved how perfect my boobs were - big but not obscenely massive like Julia's. Then Eric started describing to them the first time he fucked me in the bar bathroom. He said even though he has fucked me a few times since, he loved that one the best. Because here I was, a woman who had just met him and didn't even know his last name, bending over a toilet for him and taking his cock in. He then took out his phone and started showing them the pics and the clips from that night that he took."

"Okay." I said, wondering how she reacted to it. As if reading my mind, she said,

"You know, I went over to watch it all too. All this talk about me was kinda boosting my ego and to be honest, making me a bit horny too. As I watched the short clip of Eric fucking me doggy style in that bathroom, I could not help but get a little wet. Once he got done showing it all to the guys, Eric looked at my face for a couple of seconds and said - hey, I know that look. She's horny again. Ramon looked over and said, yeah, she is, she is running her lower lip under her teeth. That's always a surefire sign that she is horny. Is that so, Ajit? Do I always do that?"

"Yeah, you do." I said, amused that others had caught this tell of hers too. "I used it a lot when we had started to make out, to decide if I should keep going or stop. If your lip was under your teeth, i kept going. When it wasn't, I stopped because if I didn't, you would."

"Why did you never tell me this?" she said, laughing.

"I thought you knew!" I answered, also laughing. "It's you who does that after all."

"I never even realized it. It's subconscious."

"Anyway, I am guessing there's much more to the story of what happened." I said.

"Yeah." she said "Eric and Ramon started laughing and high-fived each other. Then Ramon turned over to Carlos and said something in his ear. Carlos smiled, got up and came to me. He put his arms around me and started kissing me. I kissed him back, and started feeling a fire light up down there. He then asked me if he could fuck me. Before I could answer, Eric said - you idiot, that's why you never got into her pants. You don't ask her. She is the type who will say no if you do. You get her ready and then she'll beg you for it herself."

"I knew I should have been offended at all this, but instead I got even more turned on. I didn't say anything, just stood there in Carlos' arms. Carlos still looked a little unsure though, so Eric got up and said, I'll get her ready for you. I was wearing shorts with an elastic waistband and a t-shirt. Eric stood behind me and turned my head towards him and kissed me deep and hard. As he was doing that, he slipped one hand into my shorts and panties and started playing with my clit. Then he parted my legs and inserted two fingers deep into my cunt for a little while. He broke the kiss and said - she is already quite ready for you, Carlos."

"Eric turned me around and pushed me so that I bent over the couch armrest. Then he pulled my shorts and panties down and said to Carlos - fuck her. Carlos immediately unzipped his pants, took his cock out, got behind me and shoved it in. And finally I felt Carlos' big dick inside me too. He said - oh god, you're right, she is so warm and tight. I was about to say something to him when i felt my head being pulled up by my hair. It was Ramon who had taken his cock out too. He shoved it in my mouth and I started sucking on it."

"As Carlos fucked my cunt slowly and I sucked off Ramon, I suddenly wondered how this had happened. I had broken up with them and I did intend to stay away from them. So I took Ramon's cock out and said - guys, this is the last time. Sort of a goodbye fuck. From tomorrow, nothing more. I mean it. Eric said, okay, if that is so, we'd better make today count, right? He got on his knees next to me and started roughly massaging my boobs. Ramon put his dick back in my mouth and I continued to suck him off." "Holy shit! All three of them!" I finally blurted out. I had been listening to her narration for a while now, too shocked to say anything.

"Yeah. After some time Carlos said he wanted a different position and told me to lied down on my back on the couch. As I climbed over the armset to get on the couch, he spanked my ass a couple of times and chuckled in delight. I lay down on my back, and he jumped on the couch after me. Grabbed my knees to spread my legs and entered me again and resumed fucking. Ramon put his dick back in my mouth too. Eric who until then had been playing with my boobs, got on top of me, put his knees on each side of my boobs, and started fucking my boobs."

"Hmmmmm." I said, getting hard at the though of three men going at my wife.

"Because his dick is so big, it kept brushing my chin when he pushed it all the way forward. I was really turned on by three men on me at once. Plus the feel of Carlos' new dick. I started cumming soon. Eric and Ramon know how I thrash around when I cum, so they both put their hands on my shoulder and arms and held me down as I shrieked out during my orgasm. Obviously, the shriek was muffled by Ramon's dick which was still in my mouth."

"Seeing me cum in such a violent manner made Carlos shoot his stuff too. He started pumping my cunt with semen as my orgasm was going on and the feeling of that pushed my climax point even higher. Once Carlos got done fucking me in the cunt, I relaxed my legs. But Eric let go of my boobs, and replaced Carlos. Carlos, now spent, just stood there watching my two previous lovers fuck me on both sides."

"Eric fucked my already cum-filled pussy for a while. And then he asked me to get on top of him. So I got up and he laid down on the couch. And I sat on him, taking his dick inside me. I started riding him and he started thrusting his dick upwards, touching me in places I love the most. Meanwhile Ramon was about to put his dick in my mouth again, when Eric said - Ramon, fuck her in the ass, dude. I did it yesterday and it feels great."

"What??" I cried out in surprise.

"Oh yeah, sorry I forgot to mention that when it was just me and Eric at his place, he fucked me in the ass a couple of times. I did not love it much to be honest, but I was with the collar, so had to do what he told me. But his fucking my ass had loosened it up a bit. So Ramon's big dick was able to enter it. Not too easily. It took him a couple of minutes of pushing and using the cum oozing from my cunt for lubrication to get it in. But once he did, he was able to fuck me there quite easily."

"Damn!" I said. "Double penetration!"

"He he, yeah, my first ever double penetration. And although I don't like ass-fucking by itself, combined with cunt-fucking, it actually felt good. I could feel the two cocks brushing against each other on my insides. It also made me feel so much more of a slut than I already was - getting fucked by two well-hung guys in the cunt and the ass. I started having my second orgasm soon. This time, Ramon, loving the sight of my orgasming body and because of the friction of my asshole, started pumping his seed into me faster than usual. And soon, he filled my asshole with his cum."

"Eric then made me turn around and get back on my hands and knees. He wanted to cum inside my asshole too. His dick entered very easily because of Ramon's recent fucking. Once he got it all the way in, he fucked me in the ass very hard, grabbing me by the waist, for a good five minutes or so before he eventually emptied his load inside me. And I just stayed like that for a while, my ass up in the air, oozing with cum."

"Wow!" I said, masturbating myself. "That was quite a fantastic last fuck with them."

"Well....." Priya said and giggled.

"What?" I asked. "You changed your mind and are planning to keep this going now"

"Oh, no no no. No way! I am sick of their childishness. but what I just described was not the last fuck. There were more. Quite a few more." she said.

"How many more?" I asked.

"Hmm...how do I count? Does three guys fucking me at the same time count as one fuck or three?" she said.

"Priya!" I said really turned on. "You are unbelievably hot. I can't wait to get home and fuck you."

"Me neither, honey." she said. "But by the way, our couch cushions are all messed up because of the cum. We'll have to throw them out."

"What else will we have to throw out?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing else. You know I was never comfortable with the idea of fucking other men in our house. That one time just happened because I got carried away. Once they were done fucking me, we sat naked and talked a little. I made them coffee. And then Carlos started getting hard again and tried to make me bend over the dining room table, when I said, I am okay with fucking you guys for today. But not in this house any more."

"So where did you go?" I asked.

"We all went to Eric's place. Soon after we reached, Eric put the collar on me, for, like he said, the last time ever. This time though, he ordered me not to wear the teddy. Just the boots. So that's all I had on until an hour or so ago when we disbanded for the night and I drove home." she said.

"So what all did you do there?"

"Well, it was quite eventful. Anal, oral, vaginal sex. Double, triple penetration. Tying me up and hanging me in the air. Spanking me, paddling me, slapping me. It was all quite wonderful." she said.

"What's with the short summary? Tell me in detail." I demanded.

"Honey, I am really sleepy and tired right now. I have been pounded in all my holes by those guys, and slapped around all evening and then most of all night. I need to go to bed. In fact I am not even going for classes today. But tell you what, I did do something for you. Took a lot of pictures and clips with my phone. Or rather told the others to take them. I am going to forward them all to you and then go to bed."

I felt a bit deprived, not getting to hear the whole account in great detail. But I could understand how exhausted she must have been. So I did not press her.

"Alright honey. Send them to me and go to bed. I'll see you later today." I said.

"This is why I love you so much. Bye Ajit, come back soon." and she hung up.

Then the messages started arriving. Bings after bings after bings. I decided to shower until she sent all of them. And when I came out of the shower, the phone was full of new stuff for me to see.

First there were some pictures. My wife, wearing just the red boots and the red collar, handcuffed to the bed as Carlos fucked her. Then Eric and Ramon. Then two of them paddling her red ass. Her feet and arms bound behind her as she laid on the bed with Carlos fucking her mouth. The next pic had Eric and Carlos both putting their dicks in her mouth. Her mouth looked very sexy, completely stretched.

Then an extremely erotic clip. Eric must have been shooting the clip which opened with a close up of my wife's face. It wore an expression I had never seen before. Her eyes were tightly shut, her mouth was open and dripping a big of saliva, and it looked like she was feeling pain as well as pleasure at the same time. The camera zoomed out to show what was happening. She was on top of Ramon, who was fucking her cunt. And behind her, Carlos was brutally fucking her in the ass at the same time. Hearing about a double penetration is one thing, and actually seeing her getting one was completely another. She looked so absolutely slutty and trashy..... I loved it.

In the next clip, she was suspended in the air with the rope tied to a harness around her waist. She was completely upside down, her hair falling all over her face. Ramon was stradding her suspended body, one leg to her front and one leg behind her, drilling his cock downwards in her cunt. The camera then moved lower to show that Eric was lying on the bed with his dick erect and in her mouth. Every time Ramon thrust downwards into her cunt, he pushed her whole body, which made her take Eric's cock all the way in.

One clip started a few seconds after she had just started having her orgasm, each hand tied to the respective leg in front of her as she was on her knees. Eric was the only one pummeling her cunt and she was shuddering and yelling as the orgasm swept over her.

"I love it when she cums." Ramon's voice said just as the clip ended.

There were a few pics of triple penetration, taken by Carlos who was the guy standing up and getting the blowjob, as the other two guys rammed the other two holes. A pic of all three shooting their loads in her mouth which she had wide open, squatting on the ground. And a couple of clips of double penetration when she was facing upwards.

The visual aids ended, and I masturbated once more, and got ready to go to the airport. I was counting down the minutes until I got home and fucked my wife's well-stretched asshole myself.

THE END

Epilogue: Priya more or less stuck to her "break-up" with the three guys. I say "more or less" because one day when I was out of town, her car broke down and she needed a ride to classes. She called Ramon who gladly helped her out, and at the end of the day, when he suggested they go to his place and fuck, she agreed, mainly to thank him for his help. But that was the end of it. It never happened again. Ramon and Julia broke up. Julia is now single, although she still spends an odd weekend here or there being Eric's slave. Carlos fell in love with an Indian girl who works with him. We bumped into them once, and her resemblence to Priya was uncanny. I guess of all the three guys, Carlos was the one who had gotten the most emotionally involved with my wife.

As for my wife's sexual adventures, they started to stop slowly after the break-up. Though she fucked some other guy's after the breakup but the frequency was very low like once in a month. This time she picked her pray from those men whom she met at bars, book stores, libraries, guys who work at the counters in supermarkets, and on the odd occasion, some homeless and old guys also. But I think she stopped it completely when we decided to adopt an angel like 5 years old child from an orphanage in India.

(THE END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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