[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE BED WAS BIG ENOUGH FOR THREE

PART1


It had been a long day of traveling, drinking, and enjoying the waves of the sea with my wife, Neha and my long-time friend, Prakash. Recently divorced, Prakash met us at our hotel room to for a well needed release of steam.
Before coming here when we asked him to come with us for this 4-5 days sea side tour, he said it was not possible for him because of an urgent meeting that came up suddenly. He said it was important for him to attend the meeting. But after we reached there at the sea side he called us and informed his office meeting has been canceled. So we asked him again to come and join with us. Earlier we new he was not coming, so we have booked just one room in the hotel. When we invited Prakash again, we didn't think about our couch, that's not much bigger than a loveseat, not being large enough for him to sleep on. Unfortunately it was a full packed tourist season and getting another room in the hotel was not possible. Fortunately, we had a king size bed in our bedroom. We told Prakash it was big enough for all of us to sleep comfortably and that we were good enough friends to make the situation work. Once back at the hotel room, we ate, drank some more, sat around the swimming pool, and drank some more. Needless to say, by the end of the evening our minds were cloudy and our bodies were weary..

Neha and I have always had one bad habit of leaving a T.V on in the room as we sleep. We always like having a little bit of sound and small amount of light in the room rather than complete darkness. That night it afforded Neha and me the opportunity to whisper to each other in bed, so that we couldn't be heard by Prakash. Once in bed, Prakash laid on one side face outward. I was lying on the other side facing inward, and Neha was in between us facing me.

As my mind began to focus on the three of us together in bed it obviously drifted into the direction of sex. My cock sprang to life and I took Neha's hand, so she could feel it. She grinned and whispered that we couldn't do anything about it right now. I said that I bet Prakash was just as hard as I was with her between us. She dismissed that saying that Prakash was an old friend and wouldn't be thinking about her like that. I reassured Neha that she was, even at 40, someone that any man would love to fuck. I reached my hand down and pulled up Neha's nighty and slipped my hand into her panties to cop a feel of her sweet pussy. Just as I suspected, she was soaking wet from our discussion. I told her it felt like she would like to try him out as well. She pulled my hand away and gave me a smirk, from which I couldn't tell if it meant yes or no.

About then, Prakash rolled over in bed and was now facing towards Neha's backside. Neha whispered to me that Prakash's leg was now on hers. I told her he probably did that on purpose. Again she dismissed me. A couple of minutes later I saw the covers move and Neha jerked lightly. "Honey", she said, "I think Prakash's hand is on my leg. What should I do?" To let her know how I felt about it, I once again took her hand and placed it on my raging hard-on. I told her that we are all adults and that if he's making a move on her that she should enjoy herself if she wanted to.

Nothing happened for a few minutes, but then I saw the covers move again as his hand moved off the top of her legs. Then, Neha whispered to me. "He pulled up my nighty and is putting his hands inside my panties on my butt. I'm so hot that somebody is going to have to fuck me. Are you sure you want this?" I told her that Prakash probably hasn't gotten laid in a while because of his divorce, so it should probably be him. It's only fair right? With that, she kissed me, while practically jammed her tongue down my throat, and then rolled over facing Prakash.

I thought I could hear them whispering, but with the T.V going couldn't make out anything that was said. And then, the covers began moving slowly again as it was apparent that they now had hands on each other, and her head began moving in a motion that made it obvious they were kissing. I saw Prakash start to look up, so I quickly shut my eyes. I heard him say in a low voice "looks like he's asleep". Neha then sat up in bed next to me, removed her nighty, and placed in on top of me. I knew that my friend, Prakash, was now seeing her gorgeous breasts. She then reached under the covers and removed her panties and placed them on the nighty. It was like an episode of the Twilight Zone in my head. I was coming to the realization that this was actually going to happen.

Neha lay back down, facing him, and pulled the covers back up. They pulled themselves together by intertwining their legs and once again began kissing. I couldn't believe my wife of 15 years was lying naked next to me kissing another man. After a few minutes, she pulled away from him lying face up. I felt her left leg pull up to my thigh which I knew meant that her legs were now spread. She reached over with her left hand and touched my swollen cock, which I think was to make sure I was still in agreement with the situation. Then the covers rose up as Prakash moved over on top of Neha. As he lowered himself down on top of her she let out a gasp, which I knew meant that Prakash's cock was now pushing inside my wife. All I could think about was the wet silkiness of my wife that he was now experiencing.

For a long while they lay still together kissing passionately. Then, the sheets began to move rhythmically. It was clear that for the first time since our marriage, Neha was being fucked by another man. I had been subtly opening my eyes slightly now and then to try and view what was happening. This time as I did, I became aware that Neha had her right hand on the back of Prakash's head pulling it down onto the pillow on the other side of her head and that she was facing me and looking me in the eyes. She took her left hand and placed it in my hand. What a surreal experience it was looking Neha in the eyes and holding her hand as she was being fucked. With each thrust into her, by Prakash's cock, her eyes would close slightly in obvious pleasure and her hand would clench. And, with her left leg on top of me, I could feel each thrust, myself.

As Neha's pleasure became more intense she was now facing up with her eyes closed and was breathing heavily. I don't know if she was getting too hot or if she wanted me to be able to see better what was happening, but she pulled her hand away from mine and ripped the covers off of them. I could now see Prakash's body on top of Neha. His butt cheeks were moving up and down forcing his cock in and out of my wife. With the covers off, the smell of their copulation was permeating the entire room. I felt like I wasn't even there. It was like watching a porno movie, except that my own wife was one of the actors. I couldn't believe how long he stayed inside her. I thought for sure that her sweet pussy would have sucked the cum out of him right away, but it must have been the alcohol at work because he just kept pumping away.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, his movements seemed to be getting more labored and his breathing became louder. Then, his body tensed up. He rammed is cock in harder than ever and let out a grunt under his breath that sounded like someone who really wanted to scream out as loud as he could but was resisting. Neha instinctively grabbed his ass cheeks and tried to pull him in deeper. My best friend, Prakash, was about to cum inside my wife and she was trying to get as much of it as deep in her as she could. An "oh" escaped Neha's lips as her legs wrapped around his and began to shake. Neha and Prakash were now locked firmly in orgasm together. Prakash pulled back and thrust again, then again, and again. Each time he did I visualized his semen shooting inside my wife.

What were minutes seemed like hours, until their bodies finally relaxed from what appeared to be the best sex either of them had ever had. Neha's legs relaxed their grip around Prakash and she dropped her hands to her side. Prakash continued to lie on top of Neha, obviously wanting to enjoy the sweet sensation of her pussy as long as he possibly could. Every so often, he would pull his cock back and slide it back into her. I couldn't blame him for still being hard inside her wonderful warmth. They were both sweating profusely and breathing heavily. Once again I reach over and took Neha's hand. She turned her head and looked at me. I smiled at her and she smiled back. We lay like that for a few minutes and then heard Prakash begin to snore. She tapped him on the back and he rolled off of her, facing away from us. For a brief second I got a glimpse of his cock. It was double the size of mine, and much thicker. Unbelievably it was still hard!. It was only seconds before he was again blissfully snoring.

I moved towards Neha and began kissing her. I reached down with my hand and found the unbelievable wetness between her legs. Neha asked "Are you mad? Are you still going to make love to me?" I answered by removing my underwear and quietly taking my place on top of her. My rock hard cock was pinned between us I forced my tongue in her mouth and kissed her with a passion like I hadn't done since we were young. Suddenly, I knew what I had to do. I moved down slightly and began kissing her sweet breasts and protruding nipples. I then moved lower and kissed her tummy that was still wet with the combined sweat that resulted from her lovemaking with Prakash. I moved lower again and kissed around her pubic region. She placed her hands on me and pulled slightly as if to say I don't want you to go any further, but I knew she wanted what was about to happen as much as I did. I then pushed myself all the way down until my hands were on her silky thighs and my face was in front of her well used pussy.

I teased her with my tongue by kissing and licking her thighs. While doing so I was intoxicated by the pungent aroma of their combined juices. Then, I felt Neha's place her hands on the back of my head. I was right about her wanting this as she was actually pulling my face into her pussy, which was leaking another man's cum like a river. I put my tongue out and licked once from the top of her anus to her clit. She gasped with pleasure. Prakash's sperm that had leaked from her was now pooled on my tongue and slowly working its way down the back of my throat and into my belly. As I swallowed it, I envisioned his seed also doing the same thing in her womb as it sought out her eggs. I then thrust my tongue as deep as I could inside her and began eating the remaining results of their lovemaking as fast as I could. My head was spinning. I couldn't believe that my wife tasted so good with another man's cum running out of her. Neha's thighs were locked against the side of my head and shaking almost continuously in orgasm. I licked and sucked for what seemed like hours until she could take no more and finally pushed me away. I think I could have stayed there all night.

I sat up and saw the beauty of my wife with her legs spread and Prakash's cum all over her and the sheets. Prakash was still snoring peacefully next to us. I moved forward over her, lowered myself onto her, and slipped my cock into her hot, wet, slippery, and now adulterous pussy. The heat and wetness was more than I had ever experienced before. Unlike Prakash, I didn't last long. Within just a few minutes my body began to shake, my tender balls, still sore from being full of cum during Prakash and Neha's lovemaking, began to contract, and my cock exploded into Neha with a force that I had never felt before. I think I must have passed out momentarily because the next thing I became aware of was Neha pushing me off her. My cock was soft and wet. I kissed her and told her I loved her and drifted off into sleep.

I awoke the next morning to a bright sunny room. Prakash was no longer in bed with us. He was in the bathroom. Neha was still on her back with her legs still spread. I'm sure Prakash enjoyed the view of her before leaving the room. I kissed her gently and she woke up. She smile at me and said that she had a terrific time last night. While waiting for Prakash to return, we spent the next half an hour making love and plow
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE BED WAS BIG ENOUGH FOR THREE

PART2
Nothing more happened with Prakash on our seaside trip and a couple of weeks had passed with things kind of settling down. One night, in bed, we were discussing an overnight business trip to Delhi that I had coming up when Neha dropped on me.

"You know...I'm going to be kind of lonely when you're gone."

"Well it's only going to be one night." I responded.

"Yeah." she said, "But I don’t feel safe to stay alone at night. You know about our building. If some thing happens, no one will come out for help. Then she stopped for moment and added “and our bed is so big and empty with just me in it."

That's when it finally rang clear in my thick skull what she was really getting at.

"I think I see. Maybe we need to find a way to fill that empty space." I replied.

"What do you have in mind?" she asked eagerly.

"I've been thinking about a way to get you and Prakash together again. This is a fantastic opportunity!" I answered.

At this point I became aware that my cock was at full attention envisioning my friend Prakash once again making love to my wife. Smile came to my wife’s face quickly.
I whispered "You are a naughty girl! And she hid her face behind her hands in shame".
I reached over, lifted up her nighty, put my hand down in her panties and felt her pussy, which was soaking wet.
She also quickly put her hand inside my pajama and felt my erect cock.
"Which one of us is really the naughty one here?" I asked.
"Well, we can't just call Prakash to come over and fuck my brains out, can we?" Neha said.

"I'm sure that would work just fine." I responded

"But, I bet we can come up with a better idea."

We were so worked up at that point that we stripped down as fast as we could and started fucking like wild animals. As I fucked her, my head was spinning with visions of Prakash fucking Neha and I'm quite sure hers was too by the way she was responding.

As I fucked her, I grunted out. "You like having Prakash's big cock inside you. Don't you?" She moaned, but didn't answer. "Don't you love it when he's doing this to you?" I prodded.

This time she responded with a faint "uh huh."

I was getting close to the point that I was going to cum, so I asked her "Do you want Prakash to cum inside you?"

"hummmm." she gasped.

"Then tell him." I said.

"What?" she panted.

"Tell Prakash to cum inside you!" I grunted, as I tried to hold back a river of sperm.

Neha then blurted out "Cum inside me, Prakash. Please, cum inside me. I want to feel your hot sperm inside me." Then she shouted out "Oh shit!" and began to shiver and quake in a huge orgasm.

That blew me over the edge. My balls contracted and sent waves and waves of sperm into her burning pussy.

We laid there in our afterglow and tried to decide how to approach Prakash. We both decided that we really enjoyed the seaside trip where Prakash had no idea that I knew he was fucking Neha. We couldn't come up with a plan before going to sleep, but by the next day, which was the day before I had to leave, I had a brainstorm. I showed Neha how to loosen up one of the pipes under the master bathroom sink so it would start leaking water. I told her that after she did that, she should call me and I would then call Prakash to go over and help her with it. That would give her all the time alone with him that she wanted.

Neha agreed with the plan, but then started to worry about how she looked, and what she should wear, etc. I told her that she was beautiful and Prakash would fuck her that instant if he could. She continued to fret over it so I agreed to help her get prepared. Neha went to take a shower and I started looking through her closet for clothes. I came up with a very hot black dress that she had only worn once, because she didn't like how short it was. I went into the bathroom and showed it to her.

"I can't wear that. How do I explain wearing something like that?" She said.

"How about, you were out with friends while I was gone and just returned home and found the leaking pipe?" I answered. We both agreed that was a plan.

I was still in the bathroom when she stepped out of the shower. She was so gorgeous standing there dripping wet. When my eyes moved down from her bouncing breasts to her pussy, I came up with an idea.

"Why don't you shave your pussy for Prakash?" I asked.

She thought for a minute and then replied. "Why don't you shave it for me?"

I didn't have to be asked twice. I got out the shaving cream and her razor. She went into the bedroom and placed a towel on the bed and lay down. As I started removing her pubic hair, I came to the realization that I was preparing her pussy for my best friend to use, and not for me. Her pussy was absolutely dripping wet as she was obviously thinking the same thing.

When I finished shaving her and wiping off the rest of the cream, I started to lean my face into her pussy in order to taste her sweet nectar. I was startled by her hand on the top of my head pushing me away.

"Don't you think we should save that for Prakash tomorrow night?" she asked.

Reluctantly, I agreed. I knew she was right. That way she would be that much more excited when they got together, but my fully erect cock didn't agree. I couldn't fuck my wife and didn't want to jack off, so I went to bed with a terrible case of blue balls that kept me awake on and off all night.

Working out at Delhi the next day was a terrible experience. My cock was hard on and off all day thinking about what was about to happen that evening. My mind was never on my work, it was always on my wife. Later, I went to dinner and then returned to my hotel room. Shortly afterwards, I received the call from Neha.

"Guess what?" she asked.

"What?" I answered.

"We have a leaking pipe in the bathroom." she responded giggling.

I got off the phone and called Prakash to explain the situation. Not surprisingly, he was eager to drop what he was doing and rush right over to help her.

After calling Neha and telling her the good news I tried to lie in bed and watch television, but my mind was obviously elsewhere. I stripped out of all my clothes and lay there rubbing my aching cock. As the minutes passed, I tried to guess when he would arrive there, I tried to guess when he would have my wife naked, and I tried to guess when she would be fucking him. It didn't take long to shoot an enormous load of cum all over my chest and belly. I continued to lay there naked, and after about 2 hours, for some reason, I thought that she had already had plenty of time to fuck him and send him home. I never thought about the fact that he would probably just stay there and fuck her until I returned, so I dialed her cell phone.

"What?" she asked in an annoyed tone when she answered.

"Well? Did Prakash come fix your pipes?" I asked anxiously.

It was then I heard a lot of rustling in the background.

"Actually...ugh....he's working on it....ugh....right now." she said in a breathless manner. I just then realized that I had called her in the middle of her being fucked by him.

"It sounds like he's doing a great job!" I chimed in.

"Uh huh." was the only reply I got.

"Let me talk to him" I said.

"Nuh uh." she responded.

"Go ahead and put him on the phone. Let me have some fun with him too!" I begged.

There was a pause and then I hear "Hey buddy" from Prakash on the line.

"Hey Prakash", I answered. "Thank you so much for rushing right over there to help out Neha. How's it coming? Are you getting that pipe taken care of?"

"Yeah, it's just a loose nut. I'm trying to get it screwed back into place." he said.

"Outstanding" I said. "It's hard taking care of Neha's needs while I'm gone. I'm sure glad you're there to do it for me." I followed.

"Yeah." he said, now sounding like he was out of breath. "I had probably better....ngh....get off the phone....ngh....I think I'm about done here".

I remembered those sounds from our seaside trip. My head was spinning. My own hard cock was painfully erect again and leaking precum all over me. I knew Prakash was about to cum in Neha.

Neha's voice broke the momentary silence.

"Honey....I think....ugh....I should go now." she said.

In the background I hear a moan from Prakash, followed by Neha whispering. "Oh Prakash."

There was more silence. I knew Prakash must be cumming inside my wife. Just like her last coupling with Prakash, I'm sure there was no condom. I'm sure he entered her bare. They probably never even discussed it. That meant there was no barrier between my wife's eggs and the sperm she was undoubtedly receiving from my best friend. In my mind, she was on her back. I envisioned her legs wrapped around his thighs. I wanted to see her hands clenching his ass in an effort to pull his manhood tight against her cervix as he poured his seed into her womb. Her eyes were probably rolling back in her head. Her mouth, I am sure, was open and gasping for air as his warm sperm triggered her orgasm. I imagined a thick vein running along the bottom of his cock, pulsing over and over again as waves of sperm spewed from the end of his cock and pooled deep within Neha's body. I wanted to feel what he was feeling. No, I needed to feel what he was feeling. I'm sure he felt the lust radiating from deep within Neha when he first entered her. He undoubtedly was overwhelmed, lying on top of my wife, feeling the warm soft skin of her tummy and breasts beneath him as they pleasured each other in unison. The sweet, wet, velvetiness of Neha's most private of area must have been overwhelming to him. I'm sure he could feel Neha's vaginal muscles contracting forcefully around his swollen cock as nature took over and her body involuntarily responded to his attempts to breed her. I'm sure that in Prakash's mind, at that very moment, with each thrust, through each shudder, and culminating with each spurt, he believed that he was impregnating my wife.

I was virtually unconscious with desire as own cock erupted once again began shooting my useless cum all over my chest. This time, so forcefully it even hit my face. I lay there in my delirium for what must have been seconds, but seemed like hours, until I heard Neha's voice in the phone tell me to call her when I got close to my house and hung up on me.

After Neha got off the phone, I assumed that she intended for Prakash to stay there until I returned. I wiped the sticky cum from my face and chest and let it drip onto my tongue. I imagined that I was eating Neha after her mating with Prakash and swallowed it down. I laid there awake for hours with visions of them in my head. Before falling asleep, I jerked my cock off one more time with thoughts of my wife's adulterous acts swimming in circles in my brain. When I finally came, it was even more painful than the time before and there was very little sperm left. What little there was simply oozed out and pooled on my belly.

The next day I was mentally and physically exhausted. I knew from what Neha said that she wanted me to tip her off when I was nearing home. So while returning home from airport I dialed the phone when I was about a half hour away.

She was as short with me as last time in answering with a simple. "Ha bolo?"

"I will be home in about a half hour. Is Prakash still there?" I asked.

"Uh huh....ugh....I'll see you then." she answered breathlessly and hung up.

My worn out and sore cock once again sprang to attention and remained that way all the way home. That last half hour seemed like days, but I finally arrived. Prakash's motorbike was nowhere to be found, so I knew it was okay to enter. I walked in the door and found nothing. Looked in the kitchen and again found nothing. I made the long walk up the stairs and found Neha sound asleep on our bed. Her clothes were strewn around the floor and she was lying on her back naked from head to toe. Her hair was a mess. Her gorgeous body appeared to have dried cum all over it and there were stains all over the sheets as well. She looked so peaceful and satisfied I hardly wanted to wake her but my own cock was once again aching for attention.

I quickly stripped out of my clothes and crawled into bed. I immediately took hold of her knees and spread her legs. I gazed at the wonderful sight of her shaved pussy. It was covered with the remnants of her coupling with my best friend, Prakash. Eagerly, I lowered my face and began softly cleaning the dried semen from her swollen lips and inner thighs. I push my tongue inside and found her still soaking wet. I'm sure Prakash had just left because a blob of sperm immediately oozed from her and onto my tongue. As I swallowed it down, I savored that delicious taste of their combined juices that I remembered from the last time Neha and Prakash were together.

My eyes looked up and saw that Neha was watching me.

"Go easy." she said. "I'm really sore."

I continued gently making love to her sweet vagina with my tongue until there were no more juices remaining except my own saliva. I noticed she wasn't getting excited like she always does when I eat her. She explained that she was simply too tired. I got up and started kissing my way up her body. Each time I found a spot of dried semen I removed it with my tongue.

"I love you." she whispered.

"I love you too." I quickly responded.

When my mouth reached hers we locked together as passionately as we ever had before. I started to slide my aching cock into her pussy.

"Slowly." she instructed.

I couldn't believe the sensation once I was all the way in. She had never been hotter or wetter. I started fucking her in long slow strokes.

"Well, was it good?" I asked.

Even as hot and wet as she was, I could hardly feel her because she was so stretched out as I continued to slowly fuck her.

"Prakash was here until just a little bit ago. We never slept. I lost track of how many times he made love to me. It was wonderful. He's a great lover. I have to admit that you are no match to him" Neha replied.

Hearing that from her brought me to the edge.

"Do you want Prakash to cum inside you again?" was my final question.

"Oh yes. Cum in me now. Please cum inside me." She begged.

With that response, my entire body seized as spurts of cum that felt like lava, began shooting in agony from my tender, worn out cock and into my wife to join with the seed planted there by my best friend. We both passed out with me on top of her and remained that way for hours. When we finally awoke, we began trying to figure out how we could possibly top this experience.

(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE BED WAS BIG ENOUGH FOR THREE
LAST PART



We awoke late the next morning to a bright sunny Saturday. Neha and I spent a lot of time discussing her experiences with Prakash. Going from a drunken quickie to an overnight stay was a huge leap and we were both worried that things might get out of control. I knew she really enjoyed her time with him, so I needed her to reassure me of my role in this little game, which she did. She said she was having a blast, but only wanted to continue if I was sure. She said she wasn't interested in fooling around with him without me. I knew she was telling me the truth, but in my gut wasn't sure if she could resist him if he made advances towards her.

We continued to enjoy our coffee and our day together in the living room. I was in my recliner and Neha was reclined on the couch. As I peeked over at her, my imagination and hormones took hold of my brain as visions of her and Prakash making love on the couch popped into my head. Obviously my face showed my pleasure as Neha spoke up. "What are you grinning at?"

I responded with. "I just realized that if I was, quote -- unquote, asleep in my chair that our couch is big enough for you and Prakash. If you positioned him just right, I could watch the two of you."

She grinned from ear to ear and replied with. "You are a dirty old man".

We didn't have much else planned for the day except dinner and drinks later with just the two of us. While we were sitting there Neha's cell phone rang, she grinned, and answered with. "Hi Prakash, what's up."

I knew he would contact her directly, I thought to myself. What a gentleman to call his girlfriend the next day after spending the night with her for the first time. Only his girlfriend was my wife! I continued to listen to her side of the conversation.

Her smiles to me reassured me as she responded to whatever it was he was telling her on the other end. "Dipak? Oh yes, he's sitting right here. Thank you. Me too. The pipe? Oh yeah it's just fine. You're really know how to work with your hands don't you? I was so happy that you came to my rescue. I'm not sure what I would have done without you."

I came up with another brainstorm at that point and interrupted her with. "Why don't you invite him to dinner and drinks with us tonight?"

"Prakash." she said. "Dipak would like to thank you for taking care of me last night. We're going out for dinner and drinks tonight. Why don't you come along with us? Great!"

She was grinning ear to ear and nodded yes to me. She continued. "You'll pick us up? About 7:00? We'll see you then. Bye."

"Well, you and I have work to do." she said to me after hanging up the phone.

"What do you mean?" I replied.

"We have to get me ready for our date with Prakash tonight. I can't wear the same old dress with him again, can I?" She asked.

I agreed, so we went out to the mall and picked out, not just a new dress, but new shoes, and a new bra and panties as well. We picked out a stunning short red dress and bought her lacy red panties and a lacy red bra. When we returned home she informed me that she had one other chore for me. Again she wanted me to shave her pussy so that it would still be nice and smooth for Prakash. Just as I did two nights ago, I shaved her pussy and tried to get my tongue inside it when I was finished. But, just as she did two nights ago she got me to hold off so she could save herself for Prakash. I reluctantly complied while once again my blue balls were in raging pain.

When Neha finished getting ready she was as beautiful as I had ever seen her. She was absolutely glowing with anticipation of the night's events. Prakash soon arrived and I met him at the door. "Thanks again buddy for taking care of Neha." I told him.

"The pleasure was all mine. She's a great lady." He replied.

I'm sure the pleasure was all yours I thought to myself. What a surreal experience it was greeting Prakash at the door in anticipation that Prakash's cock would later that night be buried deep inside my wife. It was then that Neha started coming down the stairs. Prakash's jaw literally dropped when he saw her. He seemed speechless like he didn't know what to say. Neha came up to him and gave him a little wink and his face turned as red as her dress. "Let's go fellas." she said, and we headed out the door.

On the ride to the restaurant, Neha was seated between Prakash and me in the taxi. Neha's short red dress was riding slightly up her beautiful thighs. I kept catching Prakash glancing down at her legs. I was trying my hardest to suppress an erection while thinking about the two of them fucking each other. I bet he was too.

Dinner was uneventful and Prakash picked out a bar to go to afterwards. We arrived there and found there was a large dance floor. Neha was excited because she loves to dance. We found a booth and ordered drinks. Neha was sitting between us. After a little while I asked her to dance so we could get some time alone. While we were dancing I told her that she was probably going to have to ask him to dance, because I didn't think he would ask her in front of me.

So, when we returned to the table Neha blurted out to Prakash. "Dipak's going to the bathroom. I need someone to dance with me. Come on!" He didn't have to be asked twice and practically jumped out of the booth as I dutifully made my way off to the restrooms.

When I returned they seemed to be having a good time on the dance floor. After a couple of more songs they returned to the booth. I noticed as we were sitting there that one of Prakash's hands wasn't on the table. I glanced down and found it on Neha's bare thigh. Moments later a song that Neha really likes started playing. She grabbed Prakash's hand without speaking and led him out to the floor. When that song finished, a slow dance song started. He seemed hesitant, but she quickly embraced him and they danced. He kept his hands to himself for the most part, but she had one hand on his ass. They continued to stay on the floor for a couple of songs until the next slow song. They moved themselves behind the crowd where I couldn't see clearly. When I did catch glimpses it was obvious their hands were all over each other and I think I saw him kissing her through the crowd.

After they returned to the booth both of them excused themselves to the restrooms. Neha returned first and climbed in next to me. She grabbed my hand and placed something soft and damp in it. I looked down to find her panties in my hand. I smiled at her and quickly stuffed them into my jeans when I saw Prakash return. He sat next to Neha as we finished another round. I glanced down again to find her dress hiked up even further than last time and Prakash's hand underneath it. Neha was squirming slightly in her seat and by the look in her eyes and the way she was breathing it was obvious that Prakash's hand was feeling her bare pussy.

A slow song came on again. I hated to interrupt them, but I wanted Neha alone for a minute, so I asked Prakash if I could steal his girl for a dance. He looked puzzled for a second and then said. "Hell yes, I'm sorry I monopolized her so long out there. It's just been forever since I went out dancing." I led Neha to the floor and embraced her tightly as we danced. My raging hard on was pressing against her. Neha noticed and squeezed my cock through my jeans and said that it appeared I was having as good a time as Prakash was. I asked her if she was ready to take Prakash home and follow through with our plan. She responded by taking my hand in the middle of the song and practically dragging me back to our table.

As we drove home by taking a taxi, he looked over at me and told me what a lucky guy I was. Neha turned to me and practically jammed her tongue down my throat. I could tell that, sexually speaking, she was fully charged. I whispered to her that I loved her and she responded with the same. When we arrived at the house, I asked Prakash if he would like to come inside for a night cap. I didn't think he could climb out of the taxi fast enough.

Once inside after paying the taxi driver, Prakash sat down on the couch and I turned on the television and fixed us some drinks while Neha went up to change. As she walked up the stairs I swear I could see a wet stain on the back up her dress. Without her panties, her pussy must have been soaking the material on her dress during the ride home.

I thought Neha would throw on some sweats or something, but instead she came out in a sheer nightie that I had never seen before. I found out later that she bought it two days before in anticipation of her previous encounter with Prakash. However, she never got to wear it because he quickly got her out of her dress and she was naked during the rest of their time together. You could see the outline of her nipples through the sheer material. I couldn't see any panties on her through the material, so I assumed she had none. I'm sure Prakash's reaction was the same as he stared at her. Neha sat between us but leaned towards me as we worked on our drinks and all pretended to watch whatever it was on the television. The silence was deafening as none of us seemed to know how to make the inevitable happen. On one hand I wanted to throw Prakash's ass out of the house and fuck Neha like there was no tomorrow. But on the other hand, I knew that Neha was anticipating spreading her legs for him, not me.

I broke the ice by getting up to go to the bathroom and feigned stumbling on the way, while telling the two of them it seemed that I drank too much. Neha got up to fix them a couple more drinks. When I returned, Prakash immediately got up to go the bathroom. I took advantage of his absence by turning off the light and taking my place in my recliner. Neha came into the room and saw me. "I take it you want this to happen again?" she whispered. Prakash was coming out of the bathroom, so I just quickly nodded my head yes and began pretending to sleep.

"Looks like we lost him." Neha said to Prakash.

"Maybe I should head on out of here." Prakash said.

"Do you really have to, Prakash? Why don't you at least stay and finish your drink? We won't bother him. I'm sure he's out until morning." Neha said.

"In that case you don't have to ask me twice." he responded with a smirk.

Things then got quiet, so I lifted my eye lids slightly to see what was happening. I could see them by the light of the television. They were both sitting there with a drink in one hand. Her other hand was on his jean covered leg and his other hand was caressing her bare thigh. They were just staring at each other as he massaged the smooth skin on her leg, moving further up under her nighty with each stroke. Prakash moved towards her and kissed her as his hand moved all the way up under her nightie. As they kissed, Neha gasped slightly and I knew he was feeling her sweet married pussy for the second time that night. After a while she pushed his hand away and stood up and threw off her nightie. As I suspected there were no panties. She looked so beautiful standing completely nude in front of my best friend. He stood up too and got out of his clothes as quickly as he possibly could. It was then, through my squinted eyes that I got a good view of how big he really was. He was as thick as I remembered from the lake, but much longer. They embraced and kissed with his massive bare tool pinned between them. Their hands were moving up and down and all around each others bodies as their passion intensified. My own cock wasn't as big as his, but inside my jeans at that moment it had to have been harder as it strained to get out.

Neha then pushed Prakash back towards the couch and he sat down. She got down on the floor between his knees and took his massive cock into her hands. She lowered her lips to his cock and circled her tongue around its swollen head. I watched in awe as she slowly lowered her mouth down the length of his shaft. I was stunned as her lips moved lower and lower along his shaft until finally her entire face was pressed against his hairy belly and his cock was fully lodged within her throat. I found myself wondering if the ease at which she did that meant that she had already sucked him off like that two nights before. What an erotic sight it was watching her bob up and down on another man's cock, then go down to lick his balls, then drag her tongue back up along the length, and start bobbing up and down again. Prakash was laid back with his eyes closed and breathing heavily in obvious appreciation of the pleasure my wife was providing him.

Neha had enough of sucking before he was able to cum. I'm sure her jaws were tired from trying to service that huge thing. She then stood up and climbed on top of the couch and straddled his legs as her lips joined his in another kiss. Prakash's cock, now slick with Neha's saliva was pinned between them. She took her time. I think she wanted to give me a show. Neha pulled herself up and wrapped her hand around his shaft and aimed it at her pussy. Prakash's burning love muscle was now less than an inch from her pussy that had been soaking wet all night with desire. The first time Prakash fucked Neha at the hotel I wasn't able to see his cock as it invaded my wife's once faithful womb. This time, for the very first time, I was about to witness another man's cock enjoy the warm wet feeling that only a short time ago was only felt by me.

Once again, there were no condoms. Nature was simply taking its course. The virile and fertile alpha male was making his conquest. Did Prakash just assume Neha was on the pill? Did he care? He planted his seed inside my wife numerous times the other night and appeared ready, willing, and able to try and inseminate her again. As she lowered herself, I was watching intently as the tip of his bare cock first made contact with her pussy lips, and then slowly pushed past them and into her wetness. Slowly she took him into her body until he was firmly seated inside her. His hands were on her breasts and their tongues were exploring each others mouths. Neha sat there moving her hips from side to side slowly as they kissed. I wondered to myself if she was trying to adjust to his size.

Neha remained that way for a short while, and then slowly started moving her body up and down on his cock. Prakash was leaning back enjoying the sensation of Neha's pussy working on his cock for about five minutes before I noticed her breathing becoming labored. His engorged cock must have been pounding against her cervix in the position she was in. She gasped "Oh Prakash" as her body went into convulsion in the throes of an enormous orgasm. When she came back to earth, she giggled, got up and told him to get up. She then got on the couch and lay on her back. Prakash quickly got between her legs and thrust his cock back into her.

"Easy there my hero." she gasped. "I'm still a little sore from what you gave me the other night."

With Prakash face down on her, I could now open my eyes fully. In doing so, I found Prakash nibbling at her neck. His ass was steadily moving up and down and his thick veined baby-maker was pumping in and out of her, while his enormous sperm filled balls were slapping against her ass. Neha's hands were clenching his shoulders. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his. She was staring me in the eyes. She smiled briefly, but she was too lost in the pleasure she was receiving from Prakash to worry about me. Each time Prakash thrust his cock in, her eyes would close. Prakash's body was sweaty and he was obviously lost in the gift of pleasure that my wife was so willingly providing him. Both of them were breathing intensely. The only thing I could see was Prakash's cock, covered in Neha's sweet juices, as his body got closer and closer to the eruption that would send millions of his seed into my wife's awaiting and unprotected womb. The only thing I could hear was their rhythmic gasps and groans as they enjoyed what each other had to offer. The only thing I could smell was the fragrant smell of their lovemaking that permeated the entire room.

Finally it happened. "I can't stop." He gasped.

Neha opened her eyes and looked at me as she said to him softly. "Don't stop. I need it. Give it to me, Prakash. I want all of you inside me Baby".

He immediately tensed up. Neha's wide spread legs were still locked around Prakash's and were now drawing up as tight as she could get them. Neha reached down with her delicate hands and pulled tight on his ass to draw him deeper into her womb. Prakash began to moan softly. I watched intently as his cock began to pulse and his body began to shake. Each pulse was sending more and more of his hot sperm into my wife. Neha's body began shaking intensely. I felt my own cock that desperately wanted to take Prakash's place inside of my wife and found it was leaking precum all over the inside of my shorts. The culmination of their combined efforts had resulted in what appeared to be pure ecstasy for both of them. Once their shaking ceased, Neha relaxed and Prakash's cock, no longer pulsing, was now moving ever so slow inside her. I'm sure, at that moment, he hoped he would never have to withdraw.

Finally, Neha was fully relaxed and she tapped Prakash on the shoulders and they both got up. Then she did something totally unexpected. She took him by the hand and led him upstairs. When they reached the top I heard on bedroom door shut. I got up and quietly went up the stairs near the door. It was a few minutes before I could hear anything. When I did it was the bed shaking. Then I heard Neha in a loud voice.

"Oh shit that feels so good Prakash. I love it when you fuck me like that. You're so damn big!"

I couldn't believe he was hard again already! I also couldn't believe my wife had turned in to such cock hound. They weren't trying to keep quiet this time. For what seemed like an hour, I sat there with my own cock trying to burst out of my shorts listening to my wife tell my best friend what a great lover he was as he pleasured her. In between her praise of him she screamed out through three orgasms. I then heard Prakash. "Oh shit Neha! Oh shit! You're so hot! I'm gonna cum again!"

Neha's voice then rang out. "Oh yes Prakash. Do it. Deeper, Prakash. Get deeper. I want it all the way in. Cum inside me again, Prakash."

Prakash then lets out a guttural. "OHHHHH!"

I hear Neha yell. "OH FUCK!" as they were both obviously cumming again simultaneously.

They became silent for a while and then I heard them starting to move around, so I quickly went back down to my chair. Good thing I did because I heard the bedroom door open and saw their naked bodies coming back down to the living room.

Neha told Prakash. "You had better go now so I can put him to bed."

Prakash asked. "When can I see you again?"

Neha giggled out. "You mean. When can you fuck me again?"

Prakash grinned and said "That too for sure."

She went up to him and wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. They were only a couple of feet from me. From where I was sitting I could see the evidence of their copulation. There was a trail of sperm running down each of her legs. I was mesmerized by how it glistened on her tan thighs in the dim light. Neha then pulled away and gathered up Prakash's clothes. He quickly threw them on and left.

I immediately asked her why she took him upstairs behind closed doors. "Because, silly. He was a little shy. You got to watch him fuck me. I wanted you to hear him fuck me too."

She's so considerate. I got out of my clothes as fast as I could and grabbed her and held her as tight as I could while we kissed. As always, I was eager for her sweet pussy. I dropped right there to my knees. Once again I saw the sperm trailing down the inside of her thighs. I grabbed both her legs and started lapping up his and her juices that were running out of her. I worked my way from her knees, up her thighs, to her bald pussy, and immediately shoved my hungry mouth against her pussy lips and inserted my tongue. I was rewarded once again with the sweet nectar produced by my wife's infidelity.
My cock had been waiting all day for its reward also and it wasn't going to wait any more. I pulled Neha down to the floor spread her legs and pushed inside her sloppy warmth. I could feel my best friend's semen providing my cock with the lubricant I needed to immediately begin sliding my cock in and out of her. As I fucked her, my mind was filled with images of the vein on Prakash's cock pulsating as it poured the juice into Neha that I was now using for my own pleasure. I could still hear Neha's pleas for Prakash to cum inside her, echoing in my ears. I felt my balls being covered in the remnants of their tryst as my pumping forced their juices from inside her. The more I pumped the more of her lover's cum was forced out. His virile manhood must have given her enough baby-making juice to remain inside her womb for days.

I never felt her pussy as loose as I was now. I yearned to give her the same pleasure that she had just received, but knew she couldn't feel me insider her well enough for that to happen. It seemed like my cock had been buried in my wife forever, but in reality it had only been moments, probably even less than a minute, since I entered her. I must have pumped only a half a dozen times before my swollen cock began pouring my own love seed into Neha as my body shook and shook in the most gripping orgasm I had ever experienced. When my orgasm finally subsided I must have passed out, because I woke up a couple of hours later next to her on the floor. She looked so beautiful and so satisfied. I fell back asleep hoping to dream up a new adventure for us.
(End)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE MAKING OF A CUCKOLD

part1
That was quick!'

My wife was looking up at me half smiling...

I felt somewhat embarrassed. We had been playing about in bed as married couples do who have been together for some years. I had just rolled on top of Deepti, with her encouragement, but as I entered her I just exploded.

'So??'

'What??'

'Why??'

'Err... not sure.'

'Well something must have set you off. That's not happened in years. Come on... share it...'

'Not sure I can.'

'Why not?'

'I think you might be upset.'

'Try me. If it turns you on so much maybe we should explore it...'

Deepti had by now wriggled out from underneath me and was lying on her side looking at me, her head propped up by her right hand. Clearly I was not going to get away...

'What was it?'

Nervously, hesitating again I looked at Deepti who was starting to grin..

'Darling are you alright? You look embarrassed'

I looked away and down as I felt Deepti's left hand encircle my penis which was starting to harden again..

'Oh my something's really exciting you. You've never got this hard again so quickly in years...'

I looked up again. I was excited.

Now Deepti was gently moving her hand up and down, feathering her fingers over my groin and balls. Exquisite. I took a deep breath. 'I was thinking about you and Dipak.'

'Dipak?'

'Yes. I found as we were playing together with each other, talking about the evening, I had this mental picture of you and him...' my voice trailed off

'No.'

'Afraid so. Yes'

Now Deepti's eyes were full of laughter, as was her voice.

'So you climaxed as you entered me thinking exactly what?'

I knew I was going red in the face.

'I imagined he was fucking you instead of me.'

'Hai bhagban, that is nasty.'

'Sorry.'

'Oh don't be sorry. It's just somewhat surprising. What led you to that?'

'You really want to know?'

'Sure do. Anything that can bring you off that quickly is something I should know about.'

I tried to put my hands round Sandy to draw her in for a passionate kiss.

'No way. That can wait. I want to hear the story. You've never met Dipak till now anyway.'

I sighed.

'I think that is just the point. I had never met him, but I knew from our conversations over the years that he was your lover when you were at university and that he had then gone off to Australia for an engineering job in mining. He sends a New year card each year and, I'm guessing as this I do not know for sure, one of the Valentine cards you get each year is definitely not from me...'

'Your kidding?'

'No. You have always commented how did I manage to arrange to send them from so many different countries, how outrageous they were...I have denied sending them but you have never believed me.'

'Till now.'

I could see that Deepti was now thinking about this. Her hand was just holding my cock which was firmly hard, gently throbbing.

'Go on.'

'I also know you get a letter in those New Year cards. I suspect you sent at least one back.'

Deepti's hand dropped from my cock.

'You know about those letters?'

'Not what's in them but once a couple of years ago when you were ill and I was looking after the children the cards came in and I opened them.. including the one with the Australian postmark. There was a letter in it for you, marked 'private' and because I was rushed off my feet with the twins I just glanced at it. I thought very little of it then... but later it started me thinking..'

'Why?'

'I remember it started off 'Dearest Deepti' and at the end number of ''kisses'' had been added at the bottom. Then when I looked for it to give it to you I could only find the card.. I assumed I had lost the letter, but later after the next Valentine's day card came in post marked Singapore it set me thinking. Singapore and Australia are very close.. ' Now Deepti was really concentrating on me..

'Then last New Year you tell me he's now got a job in Bangladesh teaching practical mining engineering and that he's suggested we meet up for dinner here at in Delhi on his way through later on in the new year. Seems ok, but I start to wonder what you guys were like together, what you write to each other, and when I do it excites me'

I looked away somewhat shamefaced.

'Sorry but it does.'

Deepti's arms were now round me and she was kissing me. I was holding her also. My penis was rock hard.

'Relax darling. It's ok. You can tell me. Seems like you enjoy talking about it anyway...'

Deepti was now rubbing her body against mine... and there was a solid bar in between..

'Then we meet him this evening and you clearly still do like him a lot. There was a sparkle in your eyes and you flirted a little with him.'

I hesitated again..

'Go on. I want all of it. All your feelings..'

'There were a few moments tonight which made me squirm, my stomach ache, but excited me and all evening I kept of finding myself with an erection.'

I stopped. Surely that was enough.

'Go on, you must tell me if it turns you so much' 'I find it somewhat humiliating.'

'But clearly that also turned you on tonight .'

Deepti was again playing with my erection and now also teasing my nipples with her other hand. I just held her. I could not concentrate on anything else.

'Did it?'

'What?'

'Turn you on.'

'Yes.'

'Oh my we are finding things out tonight...' 'Let's hear the rest of the story then. What few moments??'

'When we arrived and I excused myself as I had to go to the bathroom. I was so screwed up with tension. Then when I returned you had already gone to the bar. As I walked in I could see you and a man, which turned out as I expected to be Dipak, sitting side by side on stools chatting. You were flicking your hair and as I approached I could see the fun in your eyes.'

'That's all it was Sunil, just fun. I love you.'

I could see Deepti was concerned now. I think she was realizing that this could turn quite serious.

'It's ok Deepti I know that. It's just... I don't know it turned me for some reason. Even more so when I arrived and had to stand behind you both for a moment before you turned and introduced me. You never said he was that much larger than me or that he was so strong. He nearly broke my hand when we shook hands you know. It's still tender.'

I looked hard at Deepti when I said this and she had the good grace to blush a little and look down.

'I did not wish you to be jealous.....I know he was a bit of a 'hunk'... That's why I went out with him at University. And it seems he still is..."

I jerked as Deepti said this and clearly she felt it through my penis.

'So you like that do you?'

'What?'

'Come on you know.'

I tried to look away but the pillow and bed would not allow it and then Deepti's hand which had been playing with my nipples took my jaw in her hand and turned my face to her. Leaning in she kissed me, gently at first, then with more force till her tongue was in my mouth, whirling around. As we broke apart a slightly serious look came over her.

'Imagine that was me and Dipak'

My whole body shook and jerked and I felt as if I would climax again.

'Wow.'

I felt worse, but oh so excited. I was sure I had never been harder.

'Go on'

'Then there was no seat for me next to you so I had to take one next to Dipak.'

'I know and I thought it was very nice of you to say to Dipak that he should talk to me rather than try and lean back. Those stools were so tight into the bar.'

'True. But as Dipak turned his back to me.. it was as if I was there on my own and you on a date with Dipak. You know what the crazy thing was?'

'No.'

'It made me hot to think of you being on a date with Dipak'

'That is crazy.'

'I know and I am feeling guilty about it.'

'No need to. You were there. It wasn't a date.'

'True but it felt like one...'

Anything else?'

'Actually yes. I found it excruciatingly when you guys stood up and when Dipak took your arm and you both turned to me and you said to the barman, but also to me.. 'I'm sure my husband will pay'. I could have died.'

'Well you didn't.'

'No But I felt as if I could'

'Dear dear Sunil... how hard you are... there must have been something you liked about it...'

I was trapped.

'What were you feeling?'

I was almost stuttering now..

'1.. 1...found it one of the most stimulating moments of my life.' 'What me standing holding Dipak's arm and saying you would pay? You truly are starting to worry me.... But it must be true as you’re as hard as anything and leaking precum all over my hand.'

Deepti had looked down at my cock and was now looking up into my face.

I could only nod.

'This truly is a different night...'

I nodded. It was all I could do.

'So...'

Deepti was prodding me again. I had sort of gone into dreamland..

'When later after dinner we went to that club and you danced with Dipak. Especially in that slow dance when he held you close and, although it was dark, I am sure I saw his hand slip down over your bottom.. and... I am not sure, I probably imagined it, but I thought he might have given you quite a kiss on the mouth.'

As a I said these words Deepti blushed.

'So he did?'

'Yes.'

'Did you return the kiss?'

'Only a little... but if I had known how you feel maybe I should have given him a deeper one...'

I felt as if I would cum again on the spot. I was trying to 'fuck' the hand Deepti was holding round my cock. She was now smiling at me in a mischievous way. She knew.

'Who's an excited little boy then??'

Little boy?????? With that I came again all over her hand. Damn

'What did you do that for?'

'I just couldn't help myself.'

'Well I'm not going to get fucked tonight am I?

Clearly Deepti was not happy.

'You should have been able to control yourself, you've never been able to get it up three times in a night even when we were on our honeymoon.'

'I normally can control myself as you know, but for whatever reason tonight I couldn't.'

'Fat lot of use you are then.'





Deepti turned away to her bedside angrily.
'Can I go down on you now??'

Deepti looked steadily at me. I could not decide what she was thinking.

'Ok do it’.
I smiled, it was one of the things I loved doing for Deepti, although she seemed to prefer it when I fucked her. Just as I was moving to go down to that musky aromatic heaven..

'Sunil ..'

I looked up

'You see this??' (she took my limp cock in her hand)

'Yes'

'While you down there here's a thought for you.'

Deepti was grinning at me.. her eyes glittering..

'Dipak's cock definitely 3 times longer and wider than this...and I'll be thinking of it..'

I felt nauseas. My throat felt dry, my balls ached from coming twice so quickly, but I was hard again. I looked down Deepti was also looking and giggling.

'Seems like you like the idea... a lot...'

Down I went, to that hot, damp, actually very wet, area between Deepti's thighs. I loved giving Deepti pleasure this way.. moving my tongue from side to side on her clitoris while she fucked herself with her finger. It was heaven. It did not take long for Deepti to have a most explosive orgasm. I went to move away and her legs twisted over and held me there. It was difficult to take breath.

'No need to move yet. We can do that again shortly.'

And we did.

I found that I was hard.. . I wanted to come AGAIN... I went to mount Deepti but she pushed me away.

'Enough.'

We rolled over somewhat apart and I started to gently play with myself thinking of all that we had done. Magic. Suddenly a hand landed on me and gave me a squeeze.

'Owe! That hurt.'

Deepti's hand had landed on my right hand which I had been using which was still tender from the handshake that I had received from Dipak.

'No more wanking. I cannot believe you want to come again. However I want you raring to go tomorrow. The kids are still with your parents and we have all of tomorrow to ourselves. Think of something else. Count sheep or something.'

I really had no choice and anyway I was actually fairly worn out with our activities anyway. It did not take me long to drift off into a deep sleep
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE MAKING OF A CUCKOLD

part2
Morning broke and we both woke up together. We kissed and there was a great feeling in the air. It was as if we were on honeymoon again.

'How about we go for a drive, find a nice restaurant for an early dinner and then retire to bed?'

'Before we have even left it?'

'Yep. Because I'm in danger of wanting to jump on you..'

I was already hard and pressing up against Deepti

'Typical.'

I could hear the fun in Deepti's voice.

'But your right, put that away and let's get going it seems a great idea. The day to ourselves. Know what the weather is going to be like?'

'Supposed to be hot again..'

As it turned out it was and I wondered if Deepti used it to tease me. She had on blue sari and a light green blouse which soon draw my attention once we were in the car and driving out into the highway.
'Do I detect no bra?'

'Like it?'

'I want to stop now...'

'Oh no you don't. Just concentrate on the driving..'

Not without difficulty I thought... but I managed it.

Later on we found a nice pub come restaurant for an early dinner. Some early punters were in however we managed to get a table. It was a bit close to the bar, but not bad. As we sat down Deepti leaned in and whispered in my ear..

'Would you like me to undo an extra blouse button'

'Absolutely'.

I was grinning again.

Deepti had withdrawn her head from my ear to see my expression she moved to whisper again

'Do remember others might see something.'

I gulped and knew that I was straining to get hard. Good thing I had fairly firm jeans on.. Deepti was grinning.

'I thought you would like that idea.'

Half way through I suddenly realized that not only was I getting an eyeful of Deepti's charms.. when she leaned forward.. so too where the guys standing at the bar. It was distinctly more crowded at the end where our table was. Deepti seemed oblivious, but I realized that this was not the case, when, as we ended our meal, she scribbled a note on her paper napkin which she had not used. Folded it, then handed it to me as she got up.

'Just got to go to the ladies room. See you shortly.'

Eyes at the bar, which was now quite crowded, followed her. I leant back in my chair and unfolded the napkin.

''Pay the bill. Tell he handsome check shirt you need the little boys room. Ask him to tell me to meet you at car. Go to car. If I am not there in 20 minutes come back in. Remember I love you. Kisses.''

I sat there staring at the note. I found again I was glad I was wearing what I was. The jeans were strong enough to hold my erection contained. It felt strange to be restrained, but hot. I knew I was already leaking pre-cum.

Could I do it? What if I did not? I could feel my pulse pounding... Something inside me said 'go for it'..

I went up to the bar and paid. Looked round. 'Check shirt' was one of those guys who make you feel quite inferior. Tall, well built, but not fat, interesting face. I not seen him before and I realized why. He had been standing slightly to one side and behind me chatting to a small group of guys. Taking a deep breath I went up to him.

'Excuse me'

'Yes'

'Sorry to disturb you, but I have just paid my bill and I need the little boys room rather urgently..'

My face felt hot. I just knew I must be going red..

'So?'

A deep even voice, confident sounding of his own ability and strength.

'Err well I need to go and my wife is not yet back. I wondered if you could ask tell her when she gets back her to meet me at our car??'

'I can, but why don't you just let her wait here??'

'No. Please just tell her.'

'Alright, but if you ask me your wife is not one to tell. I think you might find she might like to have a drink with us.'

I did not know what to say. I tried to be cool, but I knew it sounded wrong.

'Guess we will have to see. I have to run.'

'You do that. Off to the little boy’s room...'

With that he turned to the group and I went off. I decided I would use the boys room anyway. I wanted to 'adjust' myself as the position of my cock trying to get hard was somewhat painful.

As I thought about that it felt as if my cock was going to burst. I must be mad.

As I reached the men’s I had to pass the ladies room and as I did so Deepti came out. She did not see me as I had just gone past and the movement of the closing door made me look back. As she headed diagonally away from me towards the bar I could see that she had let her hair down and that she had put on more make up.

I hurried on. Fortunately there was a 'stall' so I could not only take a pee but adjust myself. As I did so I heard a couple of guys come in. I recognized the voices from the bar. They were clearly standing at the urinals.

'You know Sunny's going to score?'

'How can he? Her husband must be close by.'

'Well she was none too pleased about being 'told' to go to the car was she?'

'No'.

'What was it she said? something like ''If that little boy told be to wait by the car by myself he can think again'' Didn't take long for Sunny to offer her a drink.'

'And for her to accept.'

'Cracking breasts year. No bra.'

oh….. keya mal hai sali.

' Sunny will cop a handful?'

'Good chance.

Ufffff…….bahut naram hogi Sali ki chuchi to.

'Come on let's get back. Great view. Be fun to watch Sunny in action.'

I was sweating. I waited a short while longer. It seemed like ages.

Came out. Washed up and tried to freshen up with some cold water on my face. I held out my hands. My whole body was shaking. Gut wrenching. I was so hard. What to do? Back to bar? I checked my watch 10 minutes gone. Another 10 to go. (It was only later I wondered why I had not just ignored Deepti's instructions and just gone back in).

No choice. I went out to the car. Slipping out the back entrance so I did not need to go back through the bar. I sat in the car and time passed as slow as I have ever known. Eventually 10 minutes elapsed. I had hoped that Deepti would have come out, but there was not sign. I got out of the car. Locked it. Took some deep breaths to try and steady and slow my pumping heart and went back in.

The bar had been steadily filling up. It was clearly popular. The restaurant area was also doing good trade. I got in, but found that I could not see Deepti. I guessed she would be over near our table which of course was at the far end.

I squeezed by and eventually caught a glimpse. They were there, where I thought they might be. Clearly have a good time in the group. Check shirt, 'Sunny' I guessed, had his arm round Deepti's waist.

When I saw it I stopped dead. Oh no... but my erection was throbbing and hurting again. Why why??

I moved on again and eased myself closer. Sunny caught my eye and as he did so he leaned in and whispered something in my wife's ear.

Deepti looked up and grinned...

'So here's the little boy then. Took a long time Sunil. Wondered when you would work out I do not take orders from you...'

There was general chuckling from the guys and I felt myself blushing.

'Oh that is sweet. Look he's blushing guys... just like a little boy..'

I felt myself go redder...

Stuttering...

'I err I err think it's time to go dear'

'Not yet. I'm having fun here with the guys, and Sunny, this is Sunny by the way.'

Deepti put her arm round him. They looked a pair.

'Oh don't be such a grump. Have a drink.'

'Err.. well only a soft one. I have had a glass of wine and I have to drive.'

Deepti was looking at me in a funny way. I suddenly realized she was trying not to laugh.

'Sunny's just ordering...'

Sunny was raising an eyebrow at me

'Coke please.'

'Make it diet he's getting too fat for a little boy.'

There it was again ''little boy''... so embarrassing... so much pressure in my trousers...

Sunny handed round the drinks and I took a sip. As I did so Sunny was leaning in saying something to Deepti who glanced at me and then nodded.

Deepti was putting down her drink and making that universal gesture of waving to get more air.

Before I could say anything

Sunny was in before me

'Are you ok?'

'Just feeling a little hot'

'Maybe you need some air. Come on. Mind the way boys...'

and he was guiding Deepti past me. I went to put my coke down and follow.

Sunny looked over at me

'No need Sunil, you stay and finish. I'll make sure she's ok.'

Deepti glanced over her shoulder

'Sunil no rush. Buy the guys a round and have another coke yourself. After that I guess we must be going.'

They were gone.

I looked round and caught surreptitious grins being exchanged between the other guys. One on the right started to talk to me about cricket. I so wanted to get away. I quickly finished my coke and asked them for their orders.

'Good to see the wife has you under control. I'm Sanju by the way, local builder by trade.'

They kept changing the order and the bar was busy, but eventually I got the order in and it arrived. I went to leave when I felt Sanju holding my arm. I looked up. He had a lazy smile on his face.

'I think you want to have another drink. I am sure your wife needs more air... especially if she is with Sunny.'

The others all guffawed. My arm felt as if it was in a vice.

'Better do as he says one of the others was saying... Sanju's as strong as an ox'.

I gulped.

'Ok.'

'That's a boy. Slowly now. '

I had been about to gulp it down.

'Sip it Sunil.'

I sipped. Again. Time seemed to pass so slowly.. Finally..

'I think you can finish up now Sunil Sunny's never needed more then 10 minutes when he goes to get some air.'

Again the boys were laughing, quite raucous. The drink was also clearly affecting them. I downed the rest in a gulp and headed off to the exit.

Once I was outside I found I needed air. I looked round. I could see no one. Then a light in a car went on. It was ours and I could see Sunny was getting out of our car. I hurried over and past Sunny who was now sauntering towards the pub. He was smiling and zipping up his flies. I tried not to look. Not to think.

'You've a real cracker of a wife there. I've given her my number...'

I did not hear the rest I was almost running. I reached the drivers door and grabbed the handle. Locked. I stepped back in astonishment. Looked in and saw Deepti doing up her blouse, straightening her hair...

(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE MAKING OF A CUCKOLD

part2
Morning broke and we both woke up together. We kissed and there was a great feeling in the air. It was as if we were on honeymoon again.

'How about we go for a drive, find a nice restaurant for an early dinner and then retire to bed?'

'Before we have even left it?'

'Yep. Because I'm in danger of wanting to jump on you..'

I was already hard and pressing up against Deepti

'Typical.'

I could hear the fun in Deepti's voice.

'But your right, put that away and let's get going it seems a great idea. The day to ourselves. Know what the weather is going to be like?'

'Supposed to be hot again..'

As it turned out it was and I wondered if Deepti used it to tease me. She had on blue sari and a light green blouse which soon draw my attention once we were in the car and driving out into the highway.
'Do I detect no bra?'

'Like it?'

'I want to stop now...'

'Oh no you don't. Just concentrate on the driving..'

Not without difficulty I thought... but I managed it.

Later on we found a nice pub come restaurant for an early dinner. Some early punters were in however we managed to get a table. It was a bit close to the bar, but not bad. As we sat down Deepti leaned in and whispered in my ear..

'Would you like me to undo an extra blouse button'

'Absolutely'.

I was grinning again.

Deepti had withdrawn her head from my ear to see my expression she moved to whisper again

'Do remember others might see something.'

I gulped and knew that I was straining to get hard. Good thing I had fairly firm jeans on.. Deepti was grinning.

'I thought you would like that idea.'

Half way through I suddenly realized that not only was I getting an eyeful of Deepti's charms.. when she leaned forward.. so too where the guys standing at the bar. It was distinctly more crowded at the end where our table was. Deepti seemed oblivious, but I realized that this was not the case, when, as we ended our meal, she scribbled a note on her paper napkin which she had not used. Folded it, then handed it to me as she got up.

'Just got to go to the ladies room. See you shortly.'

Eyes at the bar, which was now quite crowded, followed her. I leant back in my chair and unfolded the napkin.

''Pay the bill. Tell he handsome check shirt you need the little boys room. Ask him to tell me to meet you at car. Go to car. If I am not there in 20 minutes come back in. Remember I love you. Kisses.''

I sat there staring at the note. I found again I was glad I was wearing what I was. The jeans were strong enough to hold my erection contained. It felt strange to be restrained, but hot. I knew I was already leaking pre-cum.

Could I do it? What if I did not? I could feel my pulse pounding... Something inside me said 'go for it'..

I went up to the bar and paid. Looked round. 'Check shirt' was one of those guys who make you feel quite inferior. Tall, well built, but not fat, interesting face. I not seen him before and I realized why. He had been standing slightly to one side and behind me chatting to a small group of guys. Taking a deep breath I went up to him.

'Excuse me'

'Yes'

'Sorry to disturb you, but I have just paid my bill and I need the little boys room rather urgently..'

My face felt hot. I just knew I must be going red..

'So?'

A deep even voice, confident sounding of his own ability and strength.

'Err well I need to go and my wife is not yet back. I wondered if you could ask tell her when she gets back her to meet me at our car??'

'I can, but why don't you just let her wait here??'

'No. Please just tell her.'

'Alright, but if you ask me your wife is not one to tell. I think you might find she might like to have a drink with us.'

I did not know what to say. I tried to be cool, but I knew it sounded wrong.

'Guess we will have to see. I have to run.'

'You do that. Off to the little boy’s room...'

With that he turned to the group and I went off. I decided I would use the boys room anyway. I wanted to 'adjust' myself as the position of my cock trying to get hard was somewhat painful.

As I thought about that it felt as if my cock was going to burst. I must be mad.

As I reached the men’s I had to pass the ladies room and as I did so Deepti came out. She did not see me as I had just gone past and the movement of the closing door made me look back. As she headed diagonally away from me towards the bar I could see that she had let her hair down and that she had put on more make up.

I hurried on. Fortunately there was a 'stall' so I could not only take a pee but adjust myself. As I did so I heard a couple of guys come in. I recognized the voices from the bar. They were clearly standing at the urinals.

'You know Sunny's going to score?'

'How can he? Her husband must be close by.'

'Well she was none too pleased about being 'told' to go to the car was she?'

'No'.

'What was it she said? something like ''If that little boy told be to wait by the car by myself he can think again'' Didn't take long for Sunny to offer her a drink.'

'And for her to accept.'

'Cracking breasts year. No bra.'

oh….. keya mal hai sali.

' Sunny will cop a handful?'

'Good chance.

Ufffff…….bahut naram hogi Sali ki chuchi to.

'Come on let's get back. Great view. Be fun to watch Sunny in action.'

I was sweating. I waited a short while longer. It seemed like ages.

Came out. Washed up and tried to freshen up with some cold water on my face. I held out my hands. My whole body was shaking. Gut wrenching. I was so hard. What to do? Back to bar? I checked my watch 10 minutes gone. Another 10 to go. (It was only later I wondered why I had not just ignored Deepti's instructions and just gone back in).

No choice. I went out to the car. Slipping out the back entrance so I did not need to go back through the bar. I sat in the car and time passed as slow as I have ever known. Eventually 10 minutes elapsed. I had hoped that Deepti would have come out, but there was not sign. I got out of the car. Locked it. Took some deep breaths to try and steady and slow my pumping heart and went back in.

The bar had been steadily filling up. It was clearly popular. The restaurant area was also doing good trade. I got in, but found that I could not see Deepti. I guessed she would be over near our table which of course was at the far end.

I squeezed by and eventually caught a glimpse. They were there, where I thought they might be. Clearly have a good time in the group. Check shirt, 'Sunny' I guessed, had his arm round Deepti's waist.

When I saw it I stopped dead. Oh no... but my erection was throbbing and hurting again. Why why??

I moved on again and eased myself closer. Sunny caught my eye and as he did so he leaned in and whispered something in my wife's ear.

Deepti looked up and grinned...

'So here's the little boy then. Took a long time Sunil. Wondered when you would work out I do not take orders from you...'

There was general chuckling from the guys and I felt myself blushing.

'Oh that is sweet. Look he's blushing guys... just like a little boy..'

I felt myself go redder...

Stuttering...

'I err I err think it's time to go dear'

'Not yet. I'm having fun here with the guys, and Sunny, this is Sunny by the way.'

Deepti put her arm round him. They looked a pair.

'Oh don't be such a grump. Have a drink.'

'Err.. well only a soft one. I have had a glass of wine and I have to drive.'

Deepti was looking at me in a funny way. I suddenly realized she was trying not to laugh.

'Sunny's just ordering...'

Sunny was raising an eyebrow at me

'Coke please.'

'Make it diet he's getting too fat for a little boy.'

There it was again ''little boy''... so embarrassing... so much pressure in my trousers...

Sunny handed round the drinks and I took a sip. As I did so Sunny was leaning in saying something to Deepti who glanced at me and then nodded.

Deepti was putting down her drink and making that universal gesture of waving to get more air.

Before I could say anything

Sunny was in before me

'Are you ok?'

'Just feeling a little hot'

'Maybe you need some air. Come on. Mind the way boys...'

and he was guiding Deepti past me. I went to put my coke down and follow.

Sunny looked over at me

'No need Sunil, you stay and finish. I'll make sure she's ok.'

Deepti glanced over her shoulder

'Sunil no rush. Buy the guys a round and have another coke yourself. After that I guess we must be going.'

They were gone.

I looked round and caught surreptitious grins being exchanged between the other guys. One on the right started to talk to me about cricket. I so wanted to get away. I quickly finished my coke and asked them for their orders.

'Good to see the wife has you under control. I'm Sanju by the way, local builder by trade.'

They kept changing the order and the bar was busy, but eventually I got the order in and it arrived. I went to leave when I felt Sanju holding my arm. I looked up. He had a lazy smile on his face.

'I think you want to have another drink. I am sure your wife needs more air... especially if she is with Sunny.'

The others all guffawed. My arm felt as if it was in a vice.

'Better do as he says one of the others was saying... Sanju's as strong as an ox'.

I gulped.

'Ok.'

'That's a boy. Slowly now. '

I had been about to gulp it down.

'Sip it Sunil.'

I sipped. Again. Time seemed to pass so slowly.. Finally..

'I think you can finish up now Sunil Sunny's never needed more then 10 minutes when he goes to get some air.'

Again the boys were laughing, quite raucous. The drink was also clearly affecting them. I downed the rest in a gulp and headed off to the exit.

Once I was outside I found I needed air. I looked round. I could see no one. Then a light in a car went on. It was ours and I could see Sunny was getting out of our car. I hurried over and past Sunny who was now sauntering towards the pub. He was smiling and zipping up his flies. I tried not to look. Not to think.

'You've a real cracker of a wife there. I've given her my number...'

I did not hear the rest I was almost running. I reached the drivers door and grabbed the handle. Locked. I stepped back in astonishment. Looked in and saw Deepti doing up her blouse, straightening her hair...

(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE MAKING OF A CUCKOLD
[i]part4
[/i]
[i]I jumped in and drew the bedclothes up. Lying there on my back, my arms by my sides trying to get to sleep.. I was suddenly aware of my wife standing in the doorway. Naked. For some reason I froze. Closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.

'You are a little boy then. Pretending to be asleep. I know you are awake. I heard the creak of the door just now.'

(Blast, I thought she had not noticed)

I opened my eyes a little, I could see from the half light coming in from the hall that she was standing right next to me.

'You stay right where you are. No moving'.

I did. Wondering why?

Deepti moved and climbed on top of my chest, rolled her nighty up to her waste, legs on either side of me. Then edged forward, at the same time lifting up my head and supporting it by bunching up the pillows.

'Guess what I want you to do.'

I looked up. Somewhat surprised.

'I know you are surprised to see me masturbated, but something about you being in the spare room really did it for me. The thought of what it would be like if you were in here and I had a real man with me in our bed really turned me on.

Now Go on lick my pussy.'

I gently started to lick. Deepti was already very wet and hot. It felt as if I was getting bathed. Her juices were now running up my nose, into my eyes as she held the bed head and rubbed forward on my face and pushed down.

I could not move. I was pinned down. Her legs on either side pushing down on the bed covers meant I could not move at all. It was as if I was in a straight jacket. I was helpless. My cock was rubbing against the sheet.

I worked my tongue hard... I could hear Deepti moaning...

I could feel myself close to climaxing and I realized that Deepti was also. It did not happen often that we both came together, but this time we did. The single bed shook and then was still.

Deepti gently lifted off me. I was still panting.

Her hand brushed over my face.

'Enjoy that.'

'Yes.'

'Did you come humping the sheets'

I was glad of the semi darkness of the room...

'Err... Yes.'

'Just like a little boy...'

There was a teasing sound to my wife's voice. Why did this turn me on so much? I knew I was already twitching again... my cock just would not stop getting excited, my mind wandered away from what Deepti was saying.

I knew I had missed something...

'... also I want you to stay here tonight. Leave my juices to dry on your face. It will be quite an experience for you waking up tomorrow. Stay in bed till I come in to see you. Little boys only get out of bed when their Mummy tells them and no 'rubbing of your eyes' till I say you can. Promise?'

'I promise.'

Deepti then leaned over me and kissed my forehead. Just as if I was a child!

'Sweet dreams then'.

As Deepti left the room the hall light caught taunt tight bottom, and then her face, her smile was full of satisfaction and enjoyment.[/i]



[i]Next morning I awoke to find that my eyes had been 'glued shut'... All those juices had dried on my face and encrusted round my eyes. I was like a small baby. I was just about to rub them when I remembered I had promised not to.

I lay there, in darkness, thinking about what had happened over the last two days. I could still not believe what had happened. We had never had so much sex and excitement since we had married some six years ago.

When one of your senses is removed it always seems as if the others are heightening...

I heard Deepti moving and wondered about calling out. Perhaps I had better not... and in any case I could now hear the shower going so I would have to wait. Hopefully not too long as I rather wanted to go and pee...

It seemed like ages, but probably no more than 15-20 minutes later when Deepti came in.

'Good morning little Sunil.'

(''Little Sunil'' now???)

I felt her approach the bed. Smelt her perfume as her face came close to mine, her breath.... and then... a gentle kiss on my forehead followed. I felt her draw back...

I did not move. Deepti's voice was calm, like a nurse.

'You are smelly and your face is a mess.'

'I cannot open my eyes.'

'I guessed that might be the case, now let Mummy clean you up. Hold your face still.'

(I was already hard and carefully I was playing with myself hoping Deepti would not notice. For some unknown reason what was happening now was turning me on).

A warm damp flannel was being used to clean my face. It felt great. Very relaxing really to lay back and have someone else do this for you. Soft wipes round my eyes got a lot of the 'gummy' residue of the night before off and I was able to open my eyes.

As I did so I looked up into Deepti's face, which was quite close. She leant in to kiss my forehead once again. At the same time her right hand had crept under the sheets and duvet and had found mine... on my penis. Her left was stroking my hair and face.

'Now now little boy leave that alone. That's Mummies property and little boys shouldn't touch it without permission. Promise Mummy your never touch that again without her permission?' I was caught up in dreamland. Why not? It's only a game.

'I promise.'

'Promise who?'

Oh no.

'I think you like this.. come on say it.. you know what'

'I promise Mummy.'

Deepti giggled.

'This is such fun.'

I was not all together sure. My cock was hard, and now Deepti's hand was on it, her fingers gently running in all directions... over and down to my balls... back again.. it was feeling even better..., but the humiliation, it was mortifying.. but sooo so arousing..

Deepti was now moving her hand up and down.. Grinning at me..

'Just think if I had really sucked off Sunny last night...made him 'cum' in my mouth... and then given you a kiss straight after...'

I could not help it. I came.

Deepti was laughing.. 'Oh you naughty little little boy.'

With that she got to her feet wiping her hand on the sheet as she did so.

'Play times over. Time for you to get up. We have to pick up the kids in an hour.'

And, as Deepti was going out the door, she looked back at me... lying there almost in shock at what had take place..

'You can do the washing of all the bed linen. It needs changing.'

I wanted to go back to sleep, but there was not enough time.

As we got on with the day I noticed that both Deepti and I kept on glancing at each other. I could not help at times to grab her and give her a quick kiss.. which was reciprocated[/i]
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE MAKING OF A CUCKOLD
[i]part5
[/i]
We were sitting down to a late dinner after we had got the twins to bed and I was just going to help myself to a second helping when I felt Deepti's hand take hold of the one I had the serving spoon in.

I looked up


'What?'

Deepti circled me. Suddenly it came to me... Like a lion round her prey.. Leaning in at times so close I could smell her perfume. Kissing my arms, hands, neck. Back. It was maddening. Running her nails down my back...

'Oh my, look who has a bulge...
‘I blushed’.
You watch TV for 20 minutes and then come to upstairs and in the mean time I am going to finish my work.

I did as instructed but only to find that Deepti, who must have been tired out, had fallen asleep on our bed.

NOOO. I was so frustrated.

I just could not believe it, but I could see she was sound asleep.

I decided the best thing was to try and think of something else. Clean my teeth. Get some sleep. As I went into our bathroom I noticed a small note by my tooth brush.

Thought it might be better to sleep tonight so took a sleeping pill. Try not to 'wank' like a little boy... but if you must why not imagine I've just returned from seeing my lover and I am so exhausted I had to go to bed and sleep... without giving you any 'attention'...? You have my permission...

This was madness. I was hard as rock again as I looked and re-read those words. Again. The ending 'You have my permission'..

What's that about? Anyone would think she controlled me. At the thought my stomach twisted and pre cum leaked from my cock. Already.

I must be twisted. I want this. I don't want it. I found my hand had been working and I was already cummming...

As I got into bed thought occurred to me I was just like a puppy being trained This is ridiculous... but something about the idea of being Deepti's puppy stirred me..
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE MAKING OF A CUCKOLD
[i]part6
[/i]


[i]Nothing much happened during the rest of the week. I said nothing about the Monday night incident. Nor did Deepti. Life goes on as usual…….. Kids, work, home life. General chores.[/i]
[i]Next Sunday evening arrived and we both knew we wanted maximum time together in the evening. I could tell. We both kept glancing at each other! We worked hard to get the kids sorted, ready for college tomorrow, and into bed.[/i]
[i]As we slid into bed I could see Deepti looking at me and her expression was thoughtful.
After some kissing and sucking I entered her from the top.
Deepti :-'I want a good long hard fuck Sunil...Think about something erotic to get hot, but not about me being with someone else.'

Me:-'I wish you had not said that Deepti.'

Deepti :-'Why?'

'It's got me thinking.' I knew I was close. The thoughts of Deepti only in petticoat.. with someone else.. I was like an animal……….. I was on top of her……….. Thrusting……..humping hard……………..like it was so Urgent.

Deepti :-'Look just stop thinking about it.'

Me:-'I can't help it. Once I start....'

Deepti :-'No just you stop.' It was too late I had cum again.

Deepti was hissing in almost a hate filled voice 'Get off me, now.'

I scrambled to do so. I feared for the consequences.

Deepti's face was like thunder.

'I'm really sorry.' I could hear myself. Almost as if I was pleading..

I could see how upset she was. Her voice was hard. Almost dangerous I thought

Deepti :-'This really pisses me off. I'm telling you now Sunil, and this is serious. If you don't get control and get back to fucking me the way you were previously I am going to seriously think about getting a fuck elsewhere.'

Me:-'Deepti you don't mean that?'

Deepti :-'Well what am I supposed to do? Your becoming useless in bed, except if I use your face, when I have to say your tongue is pretty good.'

I felt better at these words...not a lot but.. better than nothing

Deepti :-'I love you. We have a great time together, Great marriage, Great kids. I thought this only a week ago or so

Me:-‘Look Deepti something really 'hot' and exciting had come into our marriage. It was fun, safe, but with an edge of danger. Now.... ‘

Deepti :-I am not so sure. Your bloody useless now. Your just like a little boy. Soon as you’re inside me you can't control yourself.'

I hung my head. But something about her words started to stir me. It was as if I was a little boy and Deepti was a college teacher or my mum...

Now Deepti was getting sarcastic.

Deepti :-'Yep, you can hang your head. Do you know at this minute if you were a little boy I would put you over my knee and spank your bottom?

It gets worse.[/i]
[i]Deepti :- Now you are getting hard again when I talk about spanking you. You’re sick. Go and sleep in the

spare room. You can make up the bed because that's where you sleeping for the rest of the week. You can

forget about seeing me naked. ' Deepti was sneering at me now.

Me:-I tried again. 'Please. Please.. look I am hard again. Let's try again I am sure I will be ok.'

Deepti looked considering at me.

Deepti :-'OK but you have to be successful. A long slow enjoyable fuck. Just like we used to have'

Me:-'It will be.'

Deepti face darkened.

Deepti :-'Alright for you to say...If you try and fail this time there's going to be consequences. I will punish you for that, A very hard punishment.[/i]
[i]Deepti :-'I am not joking Sunil. The punishment will hurt you bad and I expect to make you cry. You will deserve it if you fail'

I could hear myself stammer...'But.. but... you love me.'

Deepti :-'Yes, but also I love being fucked. You know that. If I am married to a man who cannot do that for me...

how frustrated do you think I am going to be then. Remember I will find my way. I could.

I tried to say it a way she would accept... 'Please.'

I held out my hand and Deepti melted into my arms. Gently I guided her back onto the bed...

I went to slide into her soft folds... NOOOOO I could feel my hardness was also melting... NOOOOO...

Deepti clutched me tighter. 'Come on Sunil. GET hard.'

I tried. It seemed to make it worse. I felt helpless. 'It was hard a moment ago. '

Deepti spat at me 'Your pathetic. A little boy with a little boys cock. More like a little carrot.'

PLEASE PLEASE NOOOO I could feel my hardness returning...

Now Deepti was looking astonished. I felt the same, what was this thing happening to me??.

Deepti :-'You like it when I make degrading and humiliating comments about you?'

My cock was twitching. Hardening further.

Deepti was commanding. 'Come here.'

I did and with that I managed to thrust inside were hot and warm pussy.

I could feel her. I looked at her, 'Your wet Deepti. Something must have turned you on.. a lot..'

Being so close now to Deepti I could see it in her eyes. There was something. [/i]
[i]Me:-What was it Deepti?

Deepti :-'I don't want to talk about it.'

Me:-'Come on Deepti. Fairs fair.'

Deepti :-'Keep that rhythm going.. '

We had settled into a nice easy movement. Both of us together. Just like the old days. It was steady, but without being over the top. Loving. We kissed. Tongues fluttering in each others mouths.

I tried again. 'I really want to know deepti.'

Deepti looked away and in a small voice, which I only just caught

Deepti :-'I found it was turning me on to berate you, to tell you off, to say humiliating things, even the thought of spanking you or using my belt on you till you cried.'

Deepti was starting to cry. 'It feels all wrong. I'm so sorry. I love you so much. I could not help myself.' She was sobbing.

I found myself comforting here. Holding her. Worried. We had stopped moving...

'No worries Deepti I understand.' Kissing her with little gentle kisses

Deepti wiped her tears away.

Me:-'That's very tender.'

Deepti :-'That's because I love you.'

At that moment we both knew I was about to come out.

Deepti :-'Please Sunil fuck me.'

I loved this women but it just would not get up.

I was shamefaced.' Err...'

Deepti took my head in her hands so that we looked into each other's eyes. Very close and with a precise delivery she very clearly but firmly like a statement said...

Deepti :-'I think I need to find someone to give me the fucking that this little boy cannot give me.'

I felt myself harden again. Strengthen. Expand.

I could see her smile.. 'My oh my... that does the trick alright.'

It was and we were humping again. Trouble was I was now thinking about someone else being here in bed with Deepti.

Deepti must have sensed it.

Deepti :-'What are you thinking about??'

'Err..'

Deepti :-'I know, I can tell your thinking about me with someone else. Right?'

Me:-'Well you mentioned it.'

Deepti :-'Your pathetic. You keep going. If you come now I really will smack your bottom.. and who knows I might really have to find someone who can fuck me.' Deepti was hissing again.

AND THEN THE OVIOUS DISASTER HAPPNED.

I felt it. So did Deepti. Her eyes were narrowing to slits.

Deepti :-'Did you do what I think you just did?' [/i]
[i]There was a coldness about them, but glittering. It was exciting her also in a way what was happening to us.

I knew I was getting smaller again.

I shivered. I shriveled even more.

It was worse somehow, Deepti was gently pushing me away. It was a bad dream.

Deepti :-'Well?'

'Sorry.' I pleaded with my eyes. 'I am so sorry.'

Deepti :-'What do we do Sunil?? where do we go from here?'

I hung my head. What could we do?[/i]

[i]Go to the spare bed room and sleep. I will punish you for this, Just remember that….she hissed.[/i]
[i](To Be Continued)

[/i]

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE MAKING OF A CUCKOLD
[i]part7
[/i]


Next day in office my boss called me in his chamber for something important. He requested me to attend a business meeting at Bangalore. He said he was depending heavily on me. I had to say ‘Thank you sir, I will try my best to make the deal final”.

That Friday I went to Bangalore to attend the meeting. After completing the meeting and finalizing the deal successfully I checked in to a hotel arranged by my company. I wanted to spend few hours there because my return flight was at midnight.
I was relaxing in my bed when at around 5-O-clock in the evening Deepti called me in my cell phone. She asked me how was my day and when I am returning. I informed her that my meeting was over and I am relaxing in my hotel room right now. I also told her about my flight schedule. She then asked me exactly when she could expect me at home tomorrow. I thought for a moment and said I may reach home at around 8 AM. Very surprisingly she then requested me to give a call in her mobile phone at least half an hour before reaching my home. Deepti added it was urgent.

I was very surprised. I asked her why she was asking this. In a very calm voice she said “you know…Sunny called me today.”
I did not understand the name first time, so I asked who?

Deepti shouted “array baba sunny sunny……that handsome guy from the restaurant whom I almost gave a blowjob.
I was speechless while Deepti continued “we chatted for almost one hour……. I was telling him that you are on a business tour right now……… Hearing that he instantly said he wants to come”.
I tried very hard to utter something. Why…. He is coming Deepti.
Deepti said “come on Sunil you know that why.
I was unhappy but very very excited from for this sudden development. I asked again “ No I can’t understand ……please Deepti tell me clearly.

Deepti said “He is coming to spend the night with me baba”.
I shouted “what are you saying Deepti……we have our children’s in our home. Deepti said “that is not a big problem Sunil…….I am going to drop the children’s to my sisters house. You know how she loves to spend time with the children’s.

I didn’t say anything because I could not find words to express my feelings.

She continued “you don’t need to worry about that …I will manage. I am just asking you to inform me before reaching home because I don’t want you to meet with him.
“But……Deepti”
Deepti stopped me saying “come on Sunil……. don’t say that you are jealous. I know you want this too. All the time you get excited thinking about me fucking someone else, don’t you? She was right, my cock was hard like still though I could not believe that this was happening to me.

She understood my condition. She again started “you know you can’t fuck me the way I want. Sunny can……..I have seen his cock size ….it was so thick…..I will definitely get a long and hard fuck from him. Come on Sunil say something…….you know I love you…….and it is just sex nothing else……you agreed…. I said I will punish you……remember…….I really need this Sunil……If you are unsure, put your hand inside your pant and just feel you cock, you will get your answer.
She was right I felt it too. I tried hard and could just say “ok”.
“That’s my little boy……I am assuring you Sunil we are both going to enjoy this journey tremendously. Don’t think that you are being sidelined; I will make you a part of it. Let’s play the game properly……you obey me you will get your reward and you disobey me you will have punishment and humiliation. Both the way we will enjoy……..have faith in me Sunil…….trust me. Now be a good boy and get some rest……see you tomorrow.


After her phone call relaxing out at hotel became a terrible experience. My cock was hard on and off all evening and night thinking about what was going to happen at my home. My mind was never on my work, it was always on my wife. Later, I went to dinner and then returned to my hotel room
I was virtually unconscious with desire as my own cock erupted once again began shooting my useless cum all over my chest. This time, so forcefully it even hit my face. I lay there in my delirium for what must have been seconds, but seemed like hours.

I wiped the sticky cum from my face and chest and let it drip onto my tongue. I imagined that I was eating Deepti after her mating with Sunny and swallowed it down. I laid there awake for hours with visions of them in my head. Before falling asleep, I jerked my cock off one more time with thoughts of my wife's adulterous acts swimming in circles in my brain. When I finally came, it was even more painful than the time before and there was very little sperm left. What little there was simply oozed out and pooled on my belly.

The next day I was mentally and physically exhausted. I knew from what Deepti said that she wanted me to tip her off when I was nearing home. So while returning home from airport I dialed the phone when I was about a half hour away.

She answered with a simple. "Ha bolo?"

"I will be home in about a half hour. Is Sunny still there?" I asked.

"Uh huh....ugh....I'll see you then." she answered breathlessly and hung up.

My worn out and sore cock once again sprang to attention and remained that way all the way home. That last half hour seemed like days, but I finally arrived.
(To Be Continued)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE MAKING OF A CUCKOLD
[i]part8
[/i]



I paid the taxi driver and slowly entered in to my house. Front door was open.
The details of what they did would be denied me though, and I would have to learn the story second hand from the few little bits that Deepti would share with me. Deepti's shoes and her sari were in the foyer, fallen in a heap. It was pretty clear that he hadn't wasted any time pulling her sari down. I could also see, or at least imagine that I saw impressions from her knees on the sari. "Yes," I told myself, "this is where she dropped to her knees to blow him."


I looked for telltale spots of cum on the floor, but there were none. I glanced into the kitchen and saw her blouse and bra on the floor, and an open bottle of whiskey and glasses with watery light brown liquid and thought: Here's where they had a couple drinks and then he stripped her bra off. Did he grow harder seeing her freckled white skin and her nipples, raised in expectation for him? Did he spend time sucking her breasts? Did she hold his large head close, and caress his face while he sucked hard on her nipples? Did Deepti beg him to suck harder? Was this where Sunny slipped his hand under her petticoat, and began to finger her cunt? Maybe, maybe not. The French cut panties she loves to wear were not in sight. Maybe Sunny waited until they went to our bedroom to lay claim to the place between her legs.


I am sure you think I am totally obsessing over writing about the details as I uncovered them, but consider that Deepti and I always had agreed to play together; thus, it was painful for me to see her really going solo like this. I shook my head to clear it and to reign in my wild imagination. I was following the forensic evidence and rebuilding a story of how he took her and how she likely responded, but I was far from detached. My cock sprung into a stiff pole as I went up the staircase. Ah, there they were Deepti’s white petticoat, 6 steps up, and her silk panties now caked with her dried juices. He probably grabbed her and stripped them off as they were going up... or did she strip off, unable to contain her excitement? Either way, I knew she had to have been naked. What was his reaction to her nakedness, I wondered?

I wondered whether he fondled her on the stairs or waited until they got into the bedroom. As I saw him in my mind's eye touching my wife, perhaps squeezing her ass or cupping her breasts, my stomach churned with angst. But there was that "other" feeling too, one that I don't still fully understand. My cock was hard as a rock, fully up and banging against my own belly. I was really turned on by all of this and I had never wanted Deepti more than at this moment.




I reached the top of the stairs and walked down the short hallway to our bedroom. I noticed the scent even before I noticed her. I smelled sex, to be sure, but that was mixed with a tremendous scent of stale sweat, both Deepti's and another one; one that was completely foreign but strong and pervasive. Well, obviously they had been physically active and certainly not for just a few minutes.

Deepti looked up at me as I entered the bedroom, yawned lazily, and smiled with her eyes showing big smile lines. "Good morning, my sweet understanding husband," she said with genuine warmth and beckoned me forward for a big hug.

I hugged her tightly, thinking that I was lucky to have this adventurous wonderful woman. All thought that maybe I had lost her to this strange new lover seemed to disappear, at least for a moment or two.

Then, I broke the embrace and sat on the bed beside her. She turned over on her tummy and I appraised her body. She was totally naked. Then I noticed the marks on her ass. Deepti has milky white skin with a sprinkling of freckles, but she bruises easily. I didn't need to be much of a detective to see the palm prints that were everywhere, especially on her ass and back. This Sunny guy had not been gentle with her, that much was clear.

I cringed a little for her as I saw the bruises and the hickeys on her neck, the love bites on both her inner thighs, and then asked simply, "Did he hurt you Deepti?"

Her reply was surprising, "Oh God yes Sunil... yes... Mmmm... YES..." And she laughed a wicked little laugh.

It shocked me totally when she pulled a pair of men's jockey shorts from under a pillow, held it up to her face and breathed deeply.

I'm not a science type, but I do vaguely recall the concept of male pheromones from male sweat and the supposed effect they have on women. The bottom line as a watched her breathe in, was that millions of microscopic pheromone particles entered her body and began to do their work. She turned over on her back, spreading the boxers over her face. Clearly, she was smelling his cock and enjoying the memory of it.

"Deepti, what the fuck? Get rid of that for shit sake," I growled.

She just smiled and breathed in again. "Mmmmmm....," she breathed deeply again, "It's ok Sunil, just reliving last night."

I took the opening and tried to probe for a little information, and asked, "Want to tell me about it." But she didn't take the bait. I kept pulling on the thread. How many times did they fuck? "Too many times to count," she said, laughing.

"I hope you used a condom, sona," I ventured. She said, "I brought it up, Sunil, I really did. He was definitely not a condom kind of guy, believe me. Besides, he would have used up a LOT of condoms."

I said, "Deepti, you have made a terrible mistake,"

She thought or a moment, then replied, "Honey, you saw Sunny, he is a huge man. He just pushed my legs over his shoulders and shoved. What was I supposed to do? Besides, I'm not going to lie; it felt fabulous bare with him—I think I came the first time in about 5 minutes. To be honest, after his first thrust, I didn't want a condom, OK? Let's drop it."

Then she said apologetically, "don't be mad honey. It's over and done"

I asked "Was he big?

"Holy shit… he was hugely thick," she admitted. "He really stretched me. My pussy will be flung sore for a week," she said, then turned over and pulled on my arm, dragging me toward her crotch.

"I hurt so much there, sona. Come on, make it feel all better. You know what I need," she said making a little pouty face.

She waggled her hips temptingly. "Come on Sunil, kiss it. My pussy feels like I have been riding a steel pipe all night."


"All night?" I thought. Well, I knew from what she had just said that they had fucked face to face, and from the handprints on her ass, that he had taken her doggie style. How many times? How many ways? What else had they done? I asked more questions and got a few answers. Yes, of course she liked Sunny very much as a sex partner, but not beyond that. She said he was an ex football lineman, 26 and married twice with three kids, loved married women, and wanted to do her again. Finally, Deepti grew tired of all the questions, and pulled my face right down to her pussy. "Please Sunil,,,,my little boy, eat me. Eat your mummy now."

I couldn't help noticing how red and still swollen her lips were. I could sense her arousal. "I want to fuck you Deepti," I ventured.


She replied, "Oh god Sunil, I am going to be sore for a week. Please my sweet darling, kiss me deep right there, right now. Just lick me deep"

I am not a total idiot, and I know this was part of her little game - the "conditioning". From the last few days she was indirectly training me for becoming a true submissive cuckold.
But I know that I loved her enough to go along with whatever was going on. Besides which, for some reason I desperately desired her, any way I could have her. I grew from limp and angry to hard and pointing upwards in nothing flat.

I swung her legs apart without resistance from her, I worked slowly to probe her labia, and the swirl of male and female pheromones came to me in a sudden rush. I could smell his sex in her, and their mixes sweat on her thighs and when I stiffened my tongue to thrust inside her, their mixed cum met my tongue and my lips. She raised her cunt onto my mouth and spread her own pussy lips for me to service her.


In the back of my mind, I remembered what she had told me earlier that she wants to dominate me, but I was powerless to stop.

I started licking her inner labia and it seemed that there would be no end to the fluids that were covering my nose and face. I had eaten her to orgasm a few times and knew the taste of her cum. Now with this added taste of his cum mixed with my wife's scent, my own crotch ached.

With one hand, I massaged my penis through my pants. Deepti noticed, pulled my hand away and said, "Not yet, sweetie. Eat my pussy. Taste it all."

I started to circle her clit and after a bit looked up over her trimmed pussy to see whether her nipples had stiffened and see the look on her face. Deepti was in another place now, her crotch rocking upward for me, and as before, languidly waving the stained crotch of his jockey shorts over her face. She was most definitely in another place, thinking about another man, but I was determined to make her cum for me. To show her I was worthy of sharing her bed and her pussy, and every bit the equal of Sunny, The guy whom she was mentally still fucking.

"Mmmm... YESS... GOD... YES... EAT ME... ," she said, the excitement obviously rising inside her. After a good twenty minutes of hand and mouth stimulation, she gave out a warm sigh and orgasmed for me. I lay beside her, she stroked my sweat and cum stained hair and she asked smiling, "So, did you enjoy how we tasted?" I frowned and said nothing, but I understood her point.
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE MAKING OF A CUCKOLD

[i]part9[/i]

"Deepti, I need to cum inside you so bad. Please?" I begged.
She put Sunny’s jockey shorts back under the pillow and turned to face me. "Sunil….. Look Sona , I have been thinking about this for a while. I really love you -- I do, but right now, I only seem to crave For guys with big dick………….guy’s who can fuck me hard and long………. guy’s who can fuck me again and again all through the night.

Last night Sunny took things such a higher level that is completely beyond to you. It was probably the most intense sex I have ever had. And I mean ever! It took a lot for me to go solo like that and I hit the jackpot with Sunny. He treated me like a total slut, and guesses what; my pussy was on fire for that big man."

"Sunil, It's something—I can't explain; maybe because of your inability to fuck me long and hard like before awakened something inside me, because of thatI had no problems at all whoring for Sunny. Today I seem to get tremendously aroused by being completely submissive to Sunny.

And so right then and there, lying back exhausted from being fucked by the big cock of last night and now licked to orgasm, she nonetheless still had the energy to lay down the law to me: "Look honey, at least for now, we aren't going to have intercourse, I just don't feel that way for you. You'll have to make yourself cum playing with your dick, maybe while watching me make love to Sunny. She let that sink in for a few moments, then continued, "My sweet hubby, I promise I will enjoy watching you do that. She scooted over to me, and licked my ear, then whispered in a breathy voice, "Mmmmmm, baby it turns me on so much to see you play with your dick. I want to watch you stroke it right now."
She brushed against my face with her breast, continuing, "You can even suck my nipples while you do it, but no more, understand?"
She opened my jeans, pulled down my briefs, and moved my hand to my cock. "Go ahead, honey. Enjoy this."
Needless to say, I was completely pissed and wanted no part of this. But then she smiled the smile I can never resist, and she cupped her hand over mine and started helping me to stroke my cock with my own hand. After a bit she cooed, "That's it my darling, that's my good boy. Stroke yourself and cum for mummy. Close you eyes and think of Sunny's big thick cock inside me. Stroke it and cum."
She laid back, crossed her legs lazily, stroked my hair and idly watched me. After a few moments, she pulled out Sunny's jockeys and started rubbing her face and her nose with them again.

"That's it baby, stroke your sweet little dick," she kept saying softly between breathes of her lover's scent, "Oh God, that's what I need. Oh Sunil, imagine me fucking Sunny in our bed. Doesn't it make you soooo hot! Think of me and Sunny together and cum while I watch you."

At the time, this didn't seem as bizarre to me as it does writing about it now, so many months later. Seeing things more clearly now, it's obvious that Deepti was psychologically training me into becoming a complete cuckold accepting other men in my bed with my wife as normal.
In five furious minutes, I bit my lower lip and came into my own hand.
Later the evening, after I took the children’s back from her sister’s house, Deepti's cell phone rang. After looking at it, she walked outside to take the call. I didn't like that because I had the uncomfortable feeling I was being left out of something again. After 10 minutes of whispering over phone, she simply told me, "Sunny is again coming over tonight honey. I don't know if you want to be here, so I am just telling you out of respect. "
" I wanted to scream, but was trying to keep my cool.
"Deepti, that's pure bullshit, “I argued. Deepti shook her head saying, "Honey, I love you like anything, and I wish it wasn't true, I really do. But I think I am getting addicted how Sunny makes me feel.
Then she kissed me not with passion, but tenderly and sweetly, saying, "Sunil, be honest with yourself, you know how hot it makes you thinking about the idea of me fucking another man. I see it in your face. Ask yourself if you really want this to end. I think you're loving it as much as I do; well almost. "
" She kissed me deeply and fondled my ass while I squeezed hers.
I wanted to take her right there in the kitchen, and rolled her petticoat and started to pull her panties down.
She pulled my hand away abruptly and said, "I still hurt honey from last night. Look, I promise we'll get in a fuck, but give me a few days to get over being sore."
“No I want to fuck you right now. I can hold it anymore”
She shook her head, "He really stretched my pussy and I am really sore out there.
“Please Deepti don’t forget I am your husband”
“Don’t give that ‘husband’ bullshit to me Sunil. That night in the restaurant Sunny promised me that if I allow him he will fuck me 'long, deep, and continuous' and he delivered." Then she smiled to herself, "and delivered and delivered…….all through the night" But you tried again and again and failed. You can’t blame me for not giving you chance to prove yourself.
“Deepti I want to come inside you badly. Please give me another chance. Thais time I will definitely satisfy you, I promise. Deepti looked disgusted. But I kept begging her again and again.
”Ok then…… I will give you one last chance to prove yourself. But remember if you fail again there will be consequences. I will punish you again and this time the punishment will be physical.

“It’s Ok. I agree”. I thought to myself, anyway, if I don’t try, she is not going to stop fucking Sunny…..right?
But she said “look Sunil if you fail this time you are going to have to lie on the spare bed. Face down and I am going to give you six wallops with that leather belt from your jeans. You know the strength of my arm from when we play tennis.' (I knew I must have looked shocked). But now there was no way back[i].[/i]

I moved up and placed my cock at her entrance and hurriedly pushed inside. I tried to hump her slow and steady. I tried my best to keep my cool while humping her. I also tried to control my mind by thinking other things. The rhythm was working perfectly. I fucked her well for 3-4 minutes. But the intense heat and overwhelming wetness of her pussy was too much for me to take long. I was taken aback by the unusual looseness from her vagina having already been penetrated by Sunny’s huge cock. As I thought about that, my body immediately convulsed. My cock began sending sperm into her body…….pulsing……. Over and over again. I pushed my cock as far inside her as I possibly could to try and take back what was once only mine. My brain, overwhelmed by the turmoil of the day, went blank. My cock began shrinking and was involuntarily squeezed out of Deepti by her vaginal muscles. I lay there nearly unconscious until Deepti's voice brought me out of my fog.
“You failed again sunil….you failed again.”
[i](To Be Continued)

[/i]

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE MAKING OF A CUCKOLD

part10
Deepti was out of bed and now rummaging in our store room.

'What you looking for?'

'Some rope so I can tie you to the bed'

'Why?'

'So I can wallop you, without you getting up.'

'Your not serious?'

'Of course I am. I told you, and now after you letting me down I am going to give it to you. I'm really fed up. Maybe tomorrow when you are at work you will have something to remember and not let me down again.'

I sat up on the bed watching.

Deepti had got four old pairs of ropes out, and was quickly putting on some plain white a bra and petticoat. She glanced over.. 'What are you looking at?'

'I was wondering why you were putting clothes on again?'

'I not doing this for fun. We need to go to the spare room away from the children's.'

I sat there watching her. She really did look good in her petticoat and bra. A tight neat bottom. What worried me was that she was pulling the leather belt out from one of my jeans. It was not very wide but I could imagine how that might feel. I could hear myself again pleading.. 'Please Deepti don't do this.'

'Why not? You need to be taught a lesson'

'But it's not my fault'

'Who's is it then? Not mine for sure. See anyone else in this room? You’re not gay are you?'

'No.'

'Then why cannot you fuck your wife properly?'

I just shook my head. I tried again. 'If you’re intending to use that belt it's really going to hurt. The children might wake up.'

I could see the determination in Deepti's face.. 'Why? You scared you going to yell?? You’re not really a man but a boy....'

Something was stirring inside me again...

'However. You could be right about the children, even if we are in the spare room furthest from them. Let's go down to the ground floor and the single spare bedroom down there.. No chance then of any yell getting up here... Go on then. I see you down there. No need for clothes' (As I went to pick up some shorts. I dropped them again as if they were hot).

I could hear it in Deepti's voice and see it in her face and body posture. No arguing.

I went down. What a nightmare. However what was worse... was some part of me was finding the way Deepti was treating me exciting.. Tension…… Uncertainty………. Fear………. My heart was beating fast again.

I got down to the bedroom. It was not very big really. Enough room for a single bed, chest of drawers, desk, chair, bedside table and lamp, high small window with bars for security. I sat on the bed. I looked round, this I felt, is what it might be like as a prisoner. Waiting his warder. I looked down. I was hard again. Oh no.

Go down GO DOWN. I was urging myself looking down at my penis which seemed to have a life of its own and was now sticking straight up again.

'So you like the idea?'

I had not heard Deepti arrive. I looked up.

She was standing leaning against the door frame. The belt swinging gently back and forth in her right hand, doubled up. My eyes were drawn to it.

I also realized why I had not heard her. She was not wearing shoes and was light on her feet.

I thought she looked like a female lioness……. White petticoat showing off a tight bottom……. Plain white bra but this somehow enhanced the look, with her long black hair pulled back into a ponytail.

Deepti was looking down at my erection I put my hands over it.
'You should stand up when I come into a room.'
I did.
'Hands by your side.'
I did as I was told. Deepti moved further into the room.
VERY like a lioness. She prowled round.
”On the bed with you…… Face down……. Spread your legs and hands out to the corners”. Her voice was clear and firm, but I could also tell there was a touch of excitement showing..

Mentally I shrugged and did as she requested. I was careful to ensure my erection did not get caught..

Out the corner of my eye I saw the belt being put on the bedside table. It lay there like a coiled snake.. waiting to strike. I shivered.

Deepti had the ropes in her left hand and was now threading them in turn through the frame of the bed which was one of those old fashioned made of woods with bars at the top and bottom.

'Good thing we kept this old bed ' Deepti was chatting away as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.. but it was.. she was tying, me, her husband to a bed to thrash him. I found I was rubbing myself on the bed.

'Stop that.' Deepti had noticed and given me a light smack on my bottom. It stung. 'Owe.'

'Nothing to what it will be like.'

Eventually all my four limbs were tied with the ropes to the four corners. I felt exposed... The air was cool down here in the ground floor on my back.. I felt Deepti moving. She was now outside my vision. Near the bottom of the bed.

I heard her giggle.. 'You look like a star fish.'

'Thanks'

She giggled again. Then she was on the move again. Bringing the chair from the desk over towards the bed and I looked sideways to see Deepti drawing it up and sitting down facing me, just about in line with my neck.

Deepti's left hand started playing with my hair. Running her finger through it. With her right hand her fingers were lightly flowing over my body. My bottom. Gentle and sensuous.

'Do you like that?'

I nodded.

Deepti then moved off the chair to kneel down beside the bed... by my head. Both her hands now playing with my ears, tugging at my hair, twisting. She was leaning in close. I felt her breath in my ear. Her right hand was wriggling under my body... down to my erection.

'This little boy seems to like Mummy tying him up. It seems he's already getting damp.' Deepti's soft voice in my ear. The words.. her hand brushing over the tip of my penis. Pulling back the foreskin every so lightly, backwards and forwards just a little. Torture... but oh so enjoyable.

The voice changed a little. 'I wonder how you will feel in a minute. Ready for your six wallops Sunil?'

'Please Deepti. I know you. You hit a tennis ball so hard. I really don't think I could cope with six.'

'But you must be punished .. any suggestions?'

It suddenly came to me. 'How about if I also do the washing and cleaning this week?'

Deepti was quiet for a moment. I held my breath. A way out. Then...

'Make it the first failure penalty and five wallops and that is non negotiable and you sleep down her tonight tied

to the bed. Take it or leave it.'

I hesitated. Deepti's voice was hard. 'Decide. Now'

I shut my eyes and said it... 'I take it.'

Deepti was now getting to her feet. I turned my head to watch. She was getting the hold of her belt. Just below the buckle. Shaking it loose, dangling down. Her face turned down in concentration as she got the weight of it and swung it a little for balance. She was standing sideways onto me.

I felt scared, but excited. This was crazy.

Deepti glanced over. 'I suggest you bite that pillow. It will hurt.' There was a tense, brittle edge to her voice. "I will do it fast to get it over with quickly'

Tension in the air.

I shut my eyes and bit down into the pillow.

CRACK.

My eyes flew open. That seriously hurt. Fleshy bit of my bottom

CRACK

That wrapped around my bottom more the first one

CRACK

I was crying already.
“YEAAAAHHHHHHH” In the distance I heard a voice thick with excitement..

'Sunil you really not a man are you? Just a little boy. Go on then. Cry if it helps you..'

I cried more. The tears flowing...

CRACK

I jumped. That truly truly hurt. Across the top of the backs of my thighs.

'Last one SONA... Be good. Stay still now. It's going to be a special.'

Did I hear a suppressed giggle? Deepti was moving towards the end of the bed where my feet were.

My bottom was on fire. I felt something dangling between my bottom cheeks. Oh no...

'Just measuring up. Looks like I can reach.. Hold on tight SONA. I am going to try and hit the bullseye...'

I just knew this would be the worst. It was close to the area already on fire. I guessed Deepti was going to aim to strike just on the crack between my bottom checks. I buried my head in the pillow and bite down into it.

CRACK

If I had not done that I am sure my shriek would have woken even our distant neighbors..

The tears were running down my checks in rivulets.

Suddenly my wife was beside me. Kissing me. Petting me.

Her voice was now all concern.. 'Are you sorry??' All I could do is nod. 'You promise to fuck me hard soon when you are recovered...' I nodded again.

Suddenly I realized a hand was under me.

'No.' I did not want her to do that..

'Stay still. I want to check something...

Deepti's voice was suddenly very quiet. I could hear the amazement in it.. 'Your still hard. You liked that?'

I was shaking my head.

Deepti was clearly stunned.. 'You must do. Your still hard.'

With that Deepti started to move her hand up and down. Her face was close to mine eyes looking into mine.

I was lost.

I could smell her perfume.

She was sweating but also there was quite a bit of colour in her face.

I could see it.. Excitement. She was out of breath as if she had been in a race.

Accusingly I managed to get out 'You enjoyed doing that to me'

'Well what if I did? You are still hard and let me just say this...

I wonder what you would do, if at some time in the future, I thrashed you like this. Left you tied to the bed all the time like a prisoner and in the upstairs live with one of my lover like Dipak or Sunny as a husband and wife. What if I send our children’s to a boarding college and want to get pregnant once again with my new lover.

I came again immediately.

Deepti took her hand away from underneath me and wiped it on the sheet.

'Dirty little boy.'

I twitched again (again I had only just come!! And I was trying to get hard again??)

'I'm off to bed now. I guess you just need a sheet as I am sure you are warm.' There was that giggle again in her voice.

She pulled one over the top of me. Bent down again. Kissed my forehead, whispering again ' my dear little boy……. Sunny will arrive soon.' He will be very lucky today. He will eat your portion of food and sleep with your wife in your bedroom……..and will fuck the shit out of your wife.
I became hard like a still road instantly.
I watched as she walked away. That beautiful tight bottom waving to me... Then there was the click of the switch and I was in darkness... with my thoughts...

As I lay there I could feel the heat from my bottom. Thank goodness it had been only five strokes or wallops as Deepti seemed to prefer to call them.

The sheet was cool, but with my legs stretched to four corners this was going to be uncomfortable, I was sure, later on.

There was some light coming in from the half moon through the window. So I looked at the knots on my wrists and the knots on the bed head. I could see that the way they had been tied, and now stretched when I was frantically moving about, had caused them to tighten in such a way that clearly the only way to get them off was to cut them.
(To Be Continued)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE MAKING OF A CUCKOLD
[i]part11
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No hope of getting them off then. I sighed. I tried to rest.
After half an hour I hard a sound of motor cycle which came near our house and stopped. Then after a few seconds our door bail rang. It must be Sunny I thought.
Our regular bedroom was situated just above this room. After about 10 or fifteen minutes later, I hard some interesting sound. I was sure that It was the squeaking of our regular wooden bed……..upstairs. It continued…… for near about 20 minutes then it stopped suddenly.

Few minutes later I realized that Deepti and Sunny must be taking a shower upstairs as down here in the ground floor bedroom I could hear the surge of water moving through the pipes for the power shower. Lucky him and lucky her……..I thought

I must have managed to doze a little, but not for long as I suddenly woke to find Deepti sitting on the chair next to the bed gently stroking my face.

'Deepti'

'Just thought I would come and see how you were doing'.

'I'd like to say 'fine' ..but as you can see... and my bottom is still on fire and I am stretched out and tied up as if on a rack.'

Deepti looked a little guilty. Then stood up, her expression become stern again.

'It's your own fault. Anyway I did just wonder if you would like me to put some 'ice' on your those
areas which are rather red..'

'Please.' (There I was pleading again!!)
Deepti went to upstairs.
I twisted my head to watch as Deepti returned from the upstairs and lifted off the sheet. I saw an ice bag in her hand. When it was applied... what relief……… It cooled my skin. It felt so good.

I realized I was almost purring with pleasure.

'Feel good?'

'Fantastic.'

'Fancy to have your legs free?'

'And arms?'

'Not those as you deserve to stay here tonight, but I thought it would make it easier if you could move your legs...'

With that Deepti used a pair of scissors to cut the ropes away which had been binding my legs to the end of the bed.

'That's better.'

Deepti stood up again and I looked up.

'Time to go…… Sunny is waiting for me in your bedroom. “Our first round was truly awesome. We are going to do it again and again……..all through the night……….many more rounds I think” she giggled. “Anyway…… I'll come and get you up in the morning after I have taken the children to college. Just stay quiet.'”

Deepti was moving towards the door and I saw something glint which she'd picked up from the desk top.

'Sleep well.' and the doors were closing.

'Oh,' Deepti had just put her head round the door again. 'Just to make sure they do not come in I will lock the door..'

Before I could react the door was closed and I heard the key in the lock being turned. I now knew what the glint in the hand had been.. it had been a key in her hand. The key to this bedroom door. I really was now a prisoner.

I called out softly.. 'Deepti' No answer. I called again

'DEEPTI!'

I was almost shouting, I was scared to wake the kids, although if they had not heard my last shriek on the 5th 'wallop' I doubt the volume I had generated would be heard by them.

All the doors in the ground floor were thick fire doors. Very safe. Very strong and quite good sound proofing if closed properly.

I found myself thinking. I'm a prisoner of my wife... it's scary in a way... and yet... why am I getting hard again?

[i](To Be Continued)
[/i]

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE MAKING OF A CUCKOLD
part12


In the night I was thinking about ourselves. How I had met Deepti when I was sorting out my flat. I had needed a lawyer and an old girl friend had jokingly said if I needed a pretty one she knew of a friend, Deepti, who might be worth a try. I thought. Why not? Might as well deal with an attractive lawyer.. sure I would be screwed on the bill... but better by an attractive female than some old duffer.

It turned out that Deepti and I just clicked. There were some complications on the lease, but Deepti showed great determination and managed to get it sorted out. She was quite impressive. I sometimes thought she could be a touch scary at times, fortunately never with me... After completion on the flat I asked her out and it went from there. We were married just over six years ago.

Family disaster struck us early on, just after we were married, in that her parents were killed in car crash. Her father tried to overtake a lorry in really bad, rainy weather on a highway. He had not seen the car on the outside had stopped suddenly to avoid another car which had broken down. End result not good. Deepti had been totally bereft, she was an only child. I did my bet to comfort her. Running around, doing the shopping, the daily chores, trying to give her time to rest and recover, give her massages, she seemed to love me working on her back and then on her feet. Gradually we got to normal and the twins were conceived and born. A joy to bring new life into the world. I just wished her parents could have seen their grandchildren.

I was teaching which helped as the twins, especially in the early years, were considerable work. We hardly had any time to ourselves. However I was teaching in a primary college, while Deepti as a lawyer was able to work flexi hours, although she often needed to do considerably more at home in the evenings in her study.

That was one of the gains. Deepti had inherited quite a sum of money when her parents had died and we decided we would invest in a substantial house for the family. We felt her parents in particular would have liked it. We were lucky really. Deepti from her university days had an architect friend Ashis. This meant with Deepti doing the legal work and Ashis not charging us too much we were able to put forward a plan which for once the local municipality could see no objection to.

We ended up with one large detached house, built to our specification, surrounded by a good sized garden with high hedges. It was ideal for private family life.

We managed to ensure that the house had a lovely ground floor which was large enough to have a utility room, small gym, boot room with large dog cage (for the future family dog... if we ever have one), a small office and an extra single bedroom, also a shower and loo (Good for the outside help...if we ever get any).

Upstairs there is a fairly normal layout of rooms, allowing for five good bedrooms and bathrooms, with a study for Deepti on the ground floor with nice French doors looking out to the rear of the property. We indulged ourselves a little in that our bedroom on the second floor is of sufficient size to allow for a King size bed, as well as an en-suite bathroom, actually a wet room. We also installed a small 'safe room' accessed through a secret door installed in our walk in closet in our bedroom where we could store our valuables.

Money was not tight but both Deepti and I knew that although we had a great house with no mortgage we could not retire yet. My prospects of advancement were not great working just as primary college teacher. We really needed Deepti to get a rise.

I don’t now when I closed my eyes while thinking about ourselves.
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE MAKING OF A CUCKOLD
part13

The following morning I was awake quite early. The clocks had not changed yet and the sun was coming in through the high narrow window. Very much like a prison cell I thought. With Deepti releasing my legs it had been much easier, but still it had been a rough night. My only consolation was that by being kept on my front my bottom had not been squashed onto the bed. Some of those 'wallops' with the belt had curved round a little, so even if I had lain on my side, they would have been squashed and even more painful.

Anyway I could hear noises upstairs and sure enough after a while I heard the front door being shut and a car crunching down the drive. All was silent.

It had not occurred to me till then how potentially dangerous my situation was. Tied to a bed, locked in a room in ground floor and in an empty house. What if there was a fire? I tried to reason a bit. It was only five minutes by car to the local college. Say five minutes there, five minutes to drop the children, five minutes back. Fifteen at most for the round trip. My stomach was knotted up with tension. This must be exactly how a prisoner must feel.. of my wife. She could be doing anything. Of course then I started to think about 'men'... with her... I was a hopeless case. Why did it cause me to get so excited? Why was this suddenly happening to me? All I knew was it did.

I tried to relax

Time, when you have no clock and are waiting for something seems to pass incredibly slowly.

I tried to thing about the lessons that I needed to give this afternoon. It seemed incredibly difficult to think.

Finally, although I found out later it was only 12 minutes; I heard a car coming back down the drive. The front door being opened closed. I found I was panting. I just hoped it was Deepti...

Footsteps on the stairs coming down to the basement, and then along the corridor towards my room (my room??) They sounded quite officious and I felt sure they were high heels... Stopped outside the door. There was a jangling of keys. (This really did seem as if I was in a cell now……). A key inserted into the lock, turned and the door opened. I looked over.

'Morning Sunil'

'Morning Deepti'

'Sleep well?'

'Not very.'
Me too. Sunny fucked me 3 more times last night. He was awesome. Orgasms after orgasms……..oh you wont believe.Deepti had taken a seat in the chair and coolly crossed her jeans covered legs. She had great legs. Deepti's voice was very dry.

'That bottom still looks a bit pink... very tempting..'

I knew I was red in the face.

'Blushing Sunil. How sweet..'

'Well how about untying me?'

'In a minute or two.'

'Please not much more. I need the loo.'

Deepti was now covering her mouth with her hand, giggling. 'I forgot. Sorry. That would have been embarrassing for you. Imagine if you had wet the bed....' (For some reason the idea made a certain part of me even harder. I was glad I was lying down..)

'Anyway this is not going to take long. I am going to cut one of your arms free in a moment with the scissors and leave you to do the rest as I have to go to work. Bit late already' (Deepti was checking her watch, which I noticed was the gold rolex I had given her on our 5th wedding anniversary, she was really looking professional and sophisticated today in a very smart suit. Sexy as well .. 'Just thought I would remind you that you’re doing the washing and ironing from now on as agreed. Also I am not going to be in till late. I think I told you, but if not, I am telling you now, that I have a 5pm meeting with Mr Agarwal, one of the top partners, and he then wants us to go onto dinner. I guess I will be back by about 11pm.' Deepti then hesitated, but went on.. 'I want you to agree to something..' (Deepti's voice was trailing off and I could see Deepti was now looking down at her rings twisting them round, I could her worry or was it just concern in her voice?) . I cut in to re-assure her.

'Go on Deepti. Ask. I can only say no.'

'That's what I do not want you to say..' She looked away again.

'Come on Deepti spit it out.'

'I want... I want you to agree to me being in charge of this marriage from now on.'

'What's that mean?'

Deepti was now looking me straight in the eye. Very cool and collected now I thought.

'It means I am in charge. The boss. You do what I want.'

I lay there looking up at her. Silent I felt afraid. Something through was stirring me... exciting me... Deepti in charge..

'Why?'

Deepti's voice was now quite low, almost embarrassed.. 'I have suddenly found I like it when you do what I say. She looked away but I could now see was flushing. 'It is exciting me' and then at a rush 'and I think it excites you... Does it?'

Now it was my turn to try and look away, it was difficult as I was still held down. I closed my eyes. I heard my voice almost not of my own will say

'Could we give it a trial?? I'm not sure...'

There was silence. I had to look. There was Deepti looking steadily down at me. 'Alright I agree to that on the basis of it ending when I say so. That still puts me in charge but there is a limit'

I went to cut in. Her hand came over my mouth.

'I've not finished yet. You have to also agree to try to obey me, and if you fail any instruction I give you, it ends immediately. It's no good if you do not try. You have to want to obey me. To enjoy obeying me'

I could feel my hardness and was relieved I was still face down. 'I will try, I promise.'

'So you do like the idea?'

I hesitated

'You must do. No man (and Deepti spat the word) would agree to such terms. You truly are a little boy, but Mummy (now Deepti's voice was sickly sweet) loves her little boy.. Oh my.. seems that Mummy's little boy finds this quite exciting...' (Deepti's right hand had again wriggled under me and found my very firm erection pressed between the me and the bed..) Her head leaned in close to me, her mouth close to my ear, 'And can you imagine what it would be like if I told you that Sunny is going to make me pregnant again and again...while you have to agree to raise those children’s ' I just ejaculated. 'Oh dear. I think I can take that as a yes...'

I could not trust myself to speak. I nodded looking into Deepti's grey eyes which seemed to be so cool... much more mature and understanding than I felt.

Deepti wiped her hand on the sheet. Stood up.

'Right I'll be off now. By the way I called the college. They know you’re not so well so they do not expect you today. It will give you time to get everything sorted out. All the sheets washed and ironed clothes as well.'

I felt so small lying there naked while Deepti stood looking down at me so elegantly dressed. I just knew I was twitching again. Deepti clearly guessed..

'And no more playing with yourself, ok?? I still want a good fucking...tonight... I am sure after having spent most of the evening with old Mr Agarwal I will need something to come home to... Love you lots... Bye..' and she was gone.

I suddenly panicked. She had not cut one of the ropes or left the scissors.. 'Deepti, DEEPTI, You need to cut one of the ropes...'

'issssssss...' Deepti was back. 'You just caught me. Sorry.' Snip. 'Here's the scissors. Must fly I'm late' and away she went.


I needed a call of nature urgently by now. Talk about holding it in. Good thing I was a man...

I cut the other ropes holding the last arm and quickly got to the loo. THAT I definitely needed.

Then I got rid of the ropes as by now my arms were starting to ache and really needed some massage. I quickly Grabbed a shower. My bottom was definitely tender and I went in front of the mirror so I could fully see the back of myself. Not a pretty sight. Pink lines and clearly in places where the tip had 'whipped' round and I just 'knew' I would be getting some colorful bruises later on in the week.

I felt a bit guilty about college, but then I tried to sit down on one of our bar stools in the kitchen. Hard. Not a good idea. I jumped up fast..

Anyway I had all the washing and ironing and cleaning to do. I realized the ground floor bed would also need changing. Kids clothes. Washing basket plenty in there.... As I opened the basket I saw on top the white bra and panties that Deepti had put on before she 'walloped' me. I picked them up. The bra was clearly damp from sweat and I could smell her perfume. The panties, especially the front panel, were absolutely wet. I could not help myself I had to lift them up and sniff.. the smell was what I suspected... her womanly scent from her juices... She also must have truly enjoyed what we did last night. Actually what she did last night in ground floor and upstairs. I was really just passive.

I thought struck me. She really must get off on control of me... but then...it seems... so do I....

I got a coffee made and went and lay down on our bed. Face down. I could kneel up and drink and then lay down again to rest. Think.

Did I want it to go this way? Was it worth trying?

I felt myself get hard. I knew the answer.

With that I was up and going. Once I had done all the washing and ironing I cleaned the kitchen, emptied the dishwasher. Time flew. Picked up the kids from their after college. Deepti had made no mention of me getting them early and I guessed she wanted to keep them totally unaware of our slightly unusual night. To say the least I thought that was a good idea!!

I was giving them tea when the phone rang. It was Deepti. She sounded excited. She had just come out of the meeting with old Mr Agarwal.

'You know he's rich?

'

'Yes'

'And you know he and his wife never had children?'

'Yes, so?'

'Your never guess.'

'What? Please Deepti, get to the point, I am in the middle of sorting out the kids tea...'

'He's retiring immediately from next Monday and going on a world cruise and... and... he's decided to give me

his partnership share. It means from Monday I am going to be one of the senior partners. He said it was due to

my ability, hard work, drive. You name it he said it. The other partners are all supporting him. The practice

is doing so well I have also been given a HUGH bonus for this year.'

'How much?'

'Not telling you it's mine...' I could hear the tease...

'Come on Deepti.'

'Alright, but as I am in control you not going to know how much, however it is over three times your

yearly teaching salary.'

'Your kidding?'

'Nope.'

'Wow. Plus the rise with being a partner. We are rolling in it.'

'Sorry?'

I guessed... 'Your are rolling in it...

'Good you know your place.' Again I could hear the tease...

Two could play at that game... 'Yes Mummy.'

Deepti giggled. 'Now you be a good little boy and get everyone to bed early.. including yourself.. and maybe Mummy will come in and give you a nice kiss.... After which you have a job to do...

Bye.' She was gone.

I put the phone down. That was some news.

Bath time. Bed time. Story time. Finished by 10pm. After which time crawled slowly by.

Deepti had said she would be in by about 11pm. I had a shower, got ready for bed. Finally I found on our soft bed I could 'sit down', although my bottom was still painful, and it was still better to be on my side or front.

Read the paper. My mobile beeped. Text message from Deepti: 'Sorry. Other partners joined party. At club. Leaving now. Home by 12 xxx'

That did it.

I wondered which partners.

Some were like ourselves quite young... and most were male...

Stop it. I managed to concentrate on the paper... relief.

(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE MAKING OF A CUCKOLD

part14
I was half dozing when I heard the front door being opened just before midnight.

'Hi there.' Deepti had clearly had a few drinks, but was in control. Excited. Had been having fun clearly.

I called down, although too loudly in case I disturbed the kids.. 'Had a good evening?'

'A 'cracker' as you would say. Deepti was clearly hurrying up the stairs. Then she was into the bedroom but did not stop... 'Hang on I need the loo.' With that she was straight into the bathroom. I was starting to harden with the thoughts of ……..Deepti undressing......

Suddenly I heard the shower going. Nooo. Too late.

Not for long. Deepti was in the door way... naked. The light of just the bedside lamp making for erotic shadows.. Leaning against it. Smiling.

I knew I had a smile as well.. 'That's a sight for sore eyes...'

'Bottom don't you mean...'

We both laughed. 'Come on in.' I opened the bed sheets..

Our hands were all over each other. It was just like the early days. I was firming nicely. Deepti's nipples were hardening. Bedroom whispers and talk.

'How's the bottom?'

'Still somewhat sore.' A gentle hand was stroking it.

'Did it turn you on walloping me?'

'Frankly yes.

What about you?

It hurt so much... but I think it was the way it all lead up to it. Your control over me. I have to say it turned me on.'

'I know.'

Silence for a while. Some gentle kissing.

We broke and I had to ask. 'So that was some meeting.'

'It was, talk about unexpected indeed.'

'How much is the bonus?'

'I told you.'

'No you didn't.'

'Well as much as I am telling you.'

I could hear the firmness. No point to pursue it. I would see it later in our joint bank statement. Let's move on...

'How was the evening? Dinner and then a club?'

'Yes. Dinner with old Agarwal was ok. Then he said he was going home, but that I had to go to a club

where some of the other partners who were waiting to celebrate with me. Then I came home.'

By now we were again into our regular rhythm. Both damp. Both enjoying each other.

I then put my foot in it. (Why did I do that?). Again. I just had to ask. There was something about that last statement that did not seem to match with the additional hour and also how excited Deepti was when she came in.

'Come on who was there?'

'Just the usual guys and girls.'

'Who?'

'Arup, Suman, Ali, Dilip, Samir, Joy, Partho, Chinki, Arjun..'

'Not Arjun?'

'Yes, why not?'

I could think of 'why not'. He was a right pain as far as I was concerned.

He thought he was God's gift to women and treated me with contempt as I was 'just a teacher'... as well as thinking he was always right.

Trouble was, as I conceded to myself, he probably was good with the ladies and probably good at this job.

On top of which he had a stinking rich father who was a top barrister.

Mind you we have a good base ourselves now... which was something to console myself with.

'Wakey wakey..' Deepti was nudging me in the ribs.

I had been day dreaming. 'Sorry.

So Arjun was there.'

'He was.'

The clipped way Deepti said it. I just knew it, something must have happened. That statement was too flat.

My stomach tightened.

'What happened?'

'What?'

'I know you. Something happened.'

'You don't want to know.'

'I do.'

Deepti moved a fraction away from me, although we were still joined at the hip...

'If I tell you then you had better be able to finish what we are doing to my satisfaction.'

'No problem there.

What did he do? Be a pain? Embarrass you?'

'You still want to know. You fail to satisfy me tonight and you are in the ground floor’s spare room for the rest of the week. Dad's so well and needs to sleep on his own downstairs ok?'

Deepti was eyeing me speculatively..

'Ok little boy...

Arjun flirted with me. I flirted back. I had had a couple of drinks as you can imagine with the fantastic news I'd got. He's handsome and very intelligent and witty.'

(Not to me he isn't). Deepti had paused... I pressed 'Go on'

'Anyway there was a dance floor. We got dancing and then a slow one..'

I swallowed. My throat felt dry. 'I think you had better stop.'

There was hardness now in Deepti's voice. A hint also of suppressed excitement?

'No. You asked for it and now you’re going to get it.

She paused.

'That's nice. That lovely.'

It was true I was hardening again and my 'thrusting’s' were with more vigor. Clearly Deepti was enjoying it more too as she was moving similarly in time with more energy.

We were both getting turned on more..

Deepti started again..

'Where were we... I know... on the dance floor.

Arjun put his arms round me. Strong arms and he smelt good, a clean manly scent, just as a man should be.

I sort of melted into them, moving...'

(I was hammering into Deepti, she was pushing back. This was fantastic for us both).

Deepti was continuing.. 'and of course his hands went down from my back to my bottom. It felt good and

then while we in a clench, moving to the music my thighs pressed into his………. and clearly he understood that I felt his thing.
'I felt him get more than just turned on when he realized I was excited too. I saw lust in Arjun's eyes.. He almost could not get the words out... but he did...

'Deepti, I can’t believe you are enjoying so much with me.

'Yes…… first time with you……tonight.'

'Well here's something else which will be a first'

Deepti paused. We were looking at each other... 'Sunil do you know what it was?'

I shook my head. I did not want to guess.

Deepti's face reminded me of what a cat looks like when it is playing with a mouse... Her eyes were glittering..

'He kissed me.'

I jerked hard at that. Deepti felt it and smirked. 'Like that do you...??

I could not say a word. I could not look away. I was as hard as rock.

'Anyway it was gentle to start with, but firm. It was yummy Sunil... and then his tongue. He tasted so good.

All the time he was letting his hands wander and at one moment he had them up my dress.

Playing with me...

NOOOO...

You utter, utter beast Sunil.'

I had not managed to stay the course. Already I could feel myself shrinking. Disaster

Deepti's face went hard. The grey eyes storm like. Her lips were thin.
Next morning we were all up early, but Deepti was before me. I just had a brief 'good morning' from her when I got up the stairs from the ground floor, and some chat over breakfast with the children.

I had the children in the car ready to take them to college when I decided to just pop back and say a nice good bye... something I always tried to do. Maybe it would start to get me back into Deepti's good graces again.

She was just inside by the hall mirror adjusting her knee size gown.

'Ah, wondered if you'd come to give me your usual kiss'

I smiled. 'Of course dear.'

'Don't you dear me. I'm really not happy with you. You were absolutely pathetic last night. Useless.'

I could see Deepti's eyes reflected in the mirror. Flinty grey. I could feel myself stirring. Something about the way Deepti was treating me was turning me on... although I felt so embarrassed. I really was pathetic.

'Err.. Yes, I'm sorry.'

'Right' Deepti seemed to be steeling herself. She stood very straight, and with her pumps on, I suddenly realized she was the same height as I am. Just under six feet. I looked questioningly at her...Her eyes seemed to be drilling into me... 'Right, for the rest of the week you can get on your knees and kiss my foot before you go to work.'

'What?'

'You heard. Do it now. Respectfully and then get back and take the kids to college.'

I knelt down. This was silly, but I could feel myself getting hard again, I started to feel myself . Maybe I could take a peek up to her gown.

'No peeking little boy.'

Clearly Deepti had thought of that!

I was hard.

I gave the toe of each foot a kiss, which was not a peck, nor a 'wet one' with tongue. It seemed to satisfy Deepti however.

'Off you go then.'

As I go to my feet Deepti suddenly grabbed me, one hand going in between the buttons of my shirt to reach under my shirt and squeeze one of my nipples hard. While at the same time pulling me towards her and giving me a quick, strong kiss with a tongue which invaded my mouth.

Her knee pushed in between my legs, against my erection. It was over before I was fully aware of what was happening. She gave my balls a hard kick with her knees. I shouted with that sudden pain and started crying putting my hand on my balls……protecting it from her…….She started laughing seeing my condition. Then She pushed me away.

'Go on, before I grab you again. You clearly like that treatment... and I like doing it to you. Expect more!'

I hesitated.. stunned almost, by this quick, almost assault on my body.

'You will be late to drop the kids at their college. Go'.
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE MAKING OF A CUCKOLD
part15


I went and as I drove to the college I found myself constantly thinking about the morning. What was it that made me find myself getting so turned on and excited??

I was doing something which even two weeks ago I would not have considered, why?

I dropped off the kids and went to work. It kept on nagging at me through the day. I picked up the kids from their after college club and then back for tea. Must not forget the washing and ironing... It was while I was ironing one of Deepti's blouses it came to me.

I found the idea of Deepti being with someone else tremendously exciting. I love her I know that... but in a way I could see that I felt somewhat inferior to her. In turn this was putting her on a pedestal. Something to be admired. Loved. Excited by. Out of reach. I wanted her to have it all.

Now all these feelings were coming to the surface, started I could now see by Arjun's return.

Dark mental images of what Arjun and Deepti had done. Now they were in the front of my mind.

It was being fuelled by Deepti, seemingly also finding the idea of control over me, dominating me even, exciting.

Her coldness was in a way torment... but then the close touch and love from her to me afterwards. It inflamed my senses.

Tortured me with the idea of someone else possessing her body. That Deepti would possibly allow it. Would she encourage it? Enjoy it??

Love. It has many sides... I could feel change in the air. Being teased. Being denied. Submitting to Deepti. Serving her. Loving it.

Later on in the day after work Deepti came in and things seemed very much back to normal. We got the kids in bed, and we were relaxing in the sitting room, half watching the news on television.

There was however a feeling of tension in the air. I kept quiet. Suddenly Deepti 'kicked the ball'.. the game was in play again...

'Sunil, I think we need to talk.'

My stomach knotted. 'Ok.'

'You know what about.'

'Yes'

'I've been thinking about the last few days.'

I cut in. 'So have I, and before you go on Deepti, please, I must say something..'

Deepti was lying on the sofa. My eyes kept being drawn to her legs however her nighty was well down.

I mentally prepared myself. 'I just want to know that I really deeply truly love you.'

'That's sweet.'

'Err yessss.

Well here it is...' (I had to get it out in one go. Quickly. Otherwise I knew I would not manage it).

'I find that I want you to be able to do whatever you want, while...

I want to do whatever you want.'

(Deepti I could see was watching me carefully as I was saying these things).

'I want you to control me.

I find the idea of you being with someone else immensely painful, but at the same time stimulating in the extreme.

I am a mixture of emotions. Sorry'

There I had said it

Deepti face was still. Trying not to show emotion I guessed.

I waited. Finally it seemed a long time but I guess only a minute Deepti calmly said 'You really like me being in control?'

'Yes.'

'Can you handle it? Could you handle it?'

'Yes' (I could feel my penis trying so hard to expand in my jeans. I tried not to let it show).

Deepti laughed. I looked at her questioningly 'Sorry what's so funny?'

'You have absolutely no idea... have you?'

'What of?'

What it would mean if I control you.

'I honestly don't know.'

'Glad you said that as it is important we both are truthful.

If we both think of you as a little boy needing to be taught then we can understand each other.'

As I looked a question Deepti continued...

'You will be loved, but must do what I tell you. If you fail there will be consequences'

It was my turn to try and not give my expression away. 'Consequences?'

Deepti's voice was now teasing... 'Punishments, going to bed at 6.30pm like a good little boy while Mummy has dinner downstairs with Sunny or Arjun or... perhaps a male friend. Possibly being tied up while I go shopping with the children.... or I might wallop you again.... whatever I decide. So. Do you think you can handle that?'

I did not want to think too much! All I knew was that this was one of the most sexy conversations I had ever had with Deepti. I was rock hard. I had to go for it, but I also needed to know something else. 'I do, but do you like the idea of it?'

Deepti gave me a long look. Thoughtful. Clearly considering the question.

'Let's say certain aspects appeal a lot to me. Some more than I really want to seriously thing about at the

moment. Other thoughts I find really exciting, but some of these scare me.'

Deepti paused for a moment. I waited. She went on.

'I have to say teasing you and, being in control, is really making me... 'come alive' shall we say?

Deepti's expression then changed, hardened...

'I am also upset you cannot seem to fuck me properly now, just quickly exploding...'

'I'm sorry.'

'Yes I know your are.. but you know what I thought ?
Last night?

'Yes lying in bed... it crossed my mind how exciting it would have been if Arjun had been with us for dinner and I had made you clear up, while we were relaxing in the sitting room. Then sending you to the ground floor. While I took Arjun to bed. I imagined your face. All pleading. Your just about to go down the steps to your single room... while I was leading Arjun up the stairs... Looking back over my shoulder... seeing your face... desperate but excited..

not wanting me to do it..., but also at the same time finding it the ultimate gift. Giving into me... Letting me control you.'

I suddenly noticed Deepti's hand was now under her nighty. Stimulating herself.. The nighty was edging up.. I thought.. anytime now I will see those lovely legs of her.

Deepti must have followed my gaze for suddenly she stopped. Sat up and looked at me.

Her face somewhat defiant. 'So now you know'

'Yes, it seems as if it does something for us both' I stopped. Looked again at Deepti

Deepti was now finding something funny. She was clearly trying not to giggle. I raised an eyebrow 'What's funny?'

'Us. Who would have thought we would be talking about this. It's come out of nowhere in last few days/week... ok if you want to try it so do I.' (Deepti's eyes were full of excitement. I could see it. Sparkling with fun). 'You have to formally ask me. You have to ask me to take control of you and all that means. I decide what you can or cannot do. It applies in all areas of our lives.'

I was silent. Deepti continued 'of course that supposes you trust me as your loving wife...'

I could feel the trap opening up.... and hurried to reply..and went straight into it.. 'Of course I love and trust you'

Deepti's smile was wide 'Well there you are then... up to you..'

I took a deep breath 'ok. I will do it. Will you please please take full control over me Deepti?'

Deepti looked very pleased with herself I thought. 'Fine I will take control from now on. I doubt you will be able to cope and when you ask me to release you we will know you failed.... probably tomorrow... but we will see'

Deepti's voice changed. It become more business-like..

'Right I'm for bed. So are you. In your Ground floor room remember. However I want you to give me an answer to something tomorrow morning.

Quite important. This is one of the things I have been thinking about.

You know the bonus I got and that my salary is going to be so much more.'

I just knew that was a statement more than a question... 'Yes'

'Well I want you to become my house husband. Full time. Give up work. Just mind the house and look after the kids. Become my perfect 'Suzy homemaker'..

I just stared at her. 'That's a big ask.' I took a deep breath. I could not fail immediately. 'What will I say to all our friends and colleagues?

'Just what a woman would say if the position was reversed'

I thought about it, but before I could reply Deepti continued.

'You are giving up work as your wife is the head of the household and has got such a responsible job that it is important for you to look after the house and kids for her.

Get the picture?'

'I will feel humiliated.'

'True, but bet you're hard.' I could see that Deepti was grinning at me... looking at my crotch and the bulge in my jeans.

'So tomorrow morning I would like tea in bed at 7.15am... and by the way put on that pink and white nighty which I sometimes use.. It's yours if you take the position... Your need it, especially if you fail to get back to fucking me well...

Deepti's voice hinted at being excited...

'I can imagine you serving tea in bed to me and my male house guest... who is able to do the job you clearly can't... can you imagine that?'

I could. How delicious and humiliating... I could feel myself rubbing against the inside of my jeans..

I came in my pants....

I was damp.

Deepti was now smiling maliciously at me.

'I think I know what just happened.

However just to be sure think about what I have said overnight and I hope to see you at 7.15am... with tea... in that pink and white nighty..'

Later , lying in the bed in the spare room..

I had to play with myself again before getting to sleep. Running and re-running the evening in my mind.. Did I want this. My body was telling me the answer...

'I was nearly there. You just could not hold back. Your useless. Totally pathetic.'

She was wriggled out from under me.

'That does it.

You get out of this bed this instant.

Go and sleep in one of the spare rooms and we're talk tomorrow after the kids are in bed.

Remember.. you are 'not very well...'

She pushed me away, turned her back to me.

I did not know what to do. I was in two minds, but I did not want another fight, and unlike last time this time I felt she was really not playing around. She really was fed up and frustrated and just wanted nothing more to do with me.

I felt sick.

I realized no choice... but to go to the Ground floor spare room As I went downstairs it was almost as if I was being sent to my prison cell.... or the servants quarters... and as that came into my mind... so did the thought of serving Deepti... being at her beck and call.... I could feel it... It was doing something to me... My mind....

I had to get some a grip.... unfortunately for me I knew what I would be gripping shortly... but I could not help it. It WAS exciting me these thoughts, ideas
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE MAKING OF A CUCKOLD
part15


7.15am found me knocking on Deepti's bedroom door (knocking on 'MY'? old bedroom's door??).

Deepti's sleepy voice called out, 'Come in.'

My stomach was tight.

I went in.

Deepti was stirring... and I watched as I stood there with the tea on the tray.

A smile started to develop over her face, which was then wiped clear.

Grey eyes now focused looked steadily at me.

'So you decided yes then...

Oh goody. This will be fun darling.

I must say you do look a pretty boy in your nighty.

Put the tea down there on the bedside table.'

I went to do so..

Deepti was giggling.

'I do think you like being treated this way.'

I could feel my penis struggling to expand, and just knew there would be a bit of a bulge showing.

I did not trust myself to say anything.

Deepti had spotted it, and of course, as I went to the bedside table she leant over and rubbed her hand on it.

'Someone really likes this treatment.'

I nearly slopped the tea, but just managed to get it down on the table in time.

I looked over and just caught a glimpse of one of Deepti's breasts as she re-arranged her nightgown.

I quickly looked away.

Deepti picked up the tea. Sipped.

'Very nice... What are you waiting for? run along and get the kids breakfast and keep the nighty on.'

I turned tail and left..

At breakfast Deepti teased me further about the nighty.

'I do like it you know Sunil, and it does protect you from all the mess of cooking, cleaning and washing up.

Some housewives wear them all the time.

I think you should keep it on when you do jobs round the house..'

I looked over. Deepti was holding a cup of coffee in two hands gently blowing on the top to cool the liquid a little. Her eyes met mine and I could see the twinkle of the tease there.. This was a lot of fun. For us both.

Deepti looked so well groomed and professional with her nails carefully polished, hair, make up.

All perfect. I looked down at myself, ....not quite the same.

As I looked up I could see Deepti's lips were twitching again.. something more I was sure..

'Good news children, Daddy's going to give up working so he can be here at home to look after you full time.

Isn't that great.

He's going to be handing in his notice today and that means he should be free from tomorrow week

Right?'

I nodded. My gut was tense.

The kids where excited.

Daddy there to help and play with them all the time.

I could, I was sure, get that arranged, but did I really want to?

I was due to finish in about a week anyway, but had a number of enquiries out and was sure to get more work... but as I looked over again at Deepti I knew the answer was yes. Her calm manner. Her looks. Her control. Her teasing... I needed to take this path.. to try it..

When I went to give Deepti a kiss goodbye before taking the kids to college I could see the finger pointing downwards. I knew it had to be the foot...kissing…

As I got up she again repeated yesterday. Grabbed me and kissed me forcefully, although this time she nipped my bottom lip a little with her teeth.

'aaaaahhh!'

'Like that?'

'Not really.'

'That's funny you’re still very hard...' Deepti's right hand was now digging into my groin. Squeezing.

Her left hand pulled my head down and my ear to her lips

'And by the way you eat tea with the children from now on as you're a 'little boy', I am sure they will like

Daddy doing that.

You can serve my supper to me later.'

With that Deepti released me.

I felt so small... but I felt so submissive to her.. and it was exciting.. the thought of waiting on her... serving her..

With a grin Deepti pushed me away.. 'Bye darling... have a nice day.'

I went to take the kids to their college and hand in my notice at mine...
The day was strange in a way. Handing in the notice was not difficult; when asked about what I was going to do I explained we had a number of things needed to be done round the house and that Deepti's job was going so well that she had less time, so I needed to be at home more.

I thought most things had gone smoothly till Monica a teacher with who I had worked with on and off for a number of years cornered me just after lunch. I was having a quiet coffee in the office, before going home as I was finished for the day, which I shared with her and one other teacher, when she came in and shut the door. Not unusual in itself, but I heard the lock being turned and looked up to see her coming over to my desk with quite a serious face. You know what they say about people invading your space and that the hairs on the back of your neck stand up... That was the exactly the feeling I got now.

Monica came round the desk where I was sitting and stood beside me looking down. Then moved a few books aside on the desk and putting both hands on either side of her lifted herself up and sat down on the desk next to me. We were sort of facing each other, but side by side. Monica pushed back a little more onto the desk so that she had sufficient room to sit comfortably and at the same time cross her legs.

I wondered what was going on, but thought it prudent to wait. I was sure I would find out in good time.

Monica is quite attractive, a slim, dark haired lady. In her mid 30's, so a little older than I. We had always got on well in a professional manner. She sometime reminded me of Deepti and could be quite firm with the children. Good teacher through. Nice legs... Talking of which my eyes had been unable not to look down next to me at them.
'Just thought I would come in and say how sorry I am to hear you are leaving us.'

'Err yes...' (There has got to be more than that... otherwise why lock the door??)

That crossed leg was swinging a little. Delightful...

'Why is that?'

I dragged my eyes and mind away from that leg..

I explained as I had to others that morning.

'So you are going to be a househusband?'

'Well not exactly...'

'Sounds like to me.

What are you going to do?'

'Look after the kids, the house and garden.'

'Anything else?'

'Well do the cleaning and washing. Usual things. Maybe do some private tuition. Odd jobs which fit in with

my schedule.'

'That sounds usual for a housewife, sorry househusband.'

I knew I was starting to get red in the face. This was embarrassing.

'Don't worry. Not going to tease you too much. Just thought I would check.'

'Why?'

'Actually I thought if you were going to have some spare time... and you wanted a part time job... I could

provide you with one.'

Monica stopped. I prompted her..

'Go on. What is it, what would it involve?'

'I've just lost my part time cleaning maid.. so I thought you could have job.

There is also the garden that needs doing.'

I just starred.

'Don't look that way. If you have the time or want the work the offer's there.'

With that Monica pushed off the desk and moved over to the door.

About to leave.

Casually glancing over to me..

'I take it that Deepti has trained you to take orders?'

Now I was definitely red in the face. I did not know what to say...'Err..'

'I mean if your going to be a househusband she must be in charge, so logically you take orders.'

'Err..'

I found this conversation was starting to not only embarrass me, but to cause a certain part of me to wish to expand.

I was starting to get excited.

I tried to keep focused. Deep breath. Be open. You’re not going to be seeing her again. Get it over with.

'Err... I am starting to..'

'Starting to?'

'We only found out in the last week or so that we enjoyed it when Deepti was in charge.'

'What started it off?'

'One of Deepti's old boyfriends turned up and we had dinner and when I saw them together I started to think

about them...'

'And'

'Well... err... when we went to make love later on I sort of came very quickly...'

'You liked the idea of someone else having Deepti?'

'Yes'

'You're a 'wanna be' cuckold.'

I just looked.

'You know what a 'cuckold' is?'

'Yes, but I don't want that.'

'No? Bet you’re totally turned on by the thought of that boyfriend, or any man for that matter, taking your place

in Deepti's bed. Are you?'

I could not look at Monica more. I looked down at my desk.

'Yes'

'Sorry. Say that clearly.'

'Yes.' (It hurt. My breathing seemed to be becoming ragged again).

'Do you know why I know all this?'

'No.'

'Rajesh my husband is also like you.

I was shocked hearing this.
I know you are shocked, 'Don't be. It’s normal. You are not unique.
Anyway I found out that Rajesh prefers to watch me having sex with other men. We also found out that the name for such a man, married to a woman who enjoys others in her bed, is 'a cuckold'.

Rajesh also likes me to be in charge... and you know.. I like it too.

He likes to be humiliated.

I likes teasing him.. and getting fucked hard by the others.'

I was open mouthed.

I found it incredible to hear all this from Monica.

Nice respectable Monica. They only lived a mile or so away from us....

Monica was now coming back to my desk.

'Now my present live in boyfriend Suresh and I tremendously enjoy humiliating my husband Rajesh..
For the last two years Suresh and I were cuckolding Rajesh. We all stay together and enjoy our relation. We are all happy and satisfied.

I am sure it would be great for us to meet up with our respective spouses.. Don’t you think?'

I was already shaking my head. No way.

Monica's hand went up.

I tried to move away... I heard myself say in, (almost fearful?), a strangled voice 'Please don't'

Monica was clearly amused.. 'What did you think I was going to do?'

'I don't know, but I was scared.'

'Don't be. All I was going to do is this. Hold still.'

I tensed, but stayed still

Her right hand came out and her fingers softly stroked down the left hand side of my face, hair, ear, cheek, ending up gently holding my chin. Tilting my face up, to look at her. In a very husky sexy voice, almost a whisper she leaned in towards me... 'I think you are very very excited..'

My throat was dry, tight... 'Yes.'

As I opened my mouth to say 'yes' Monica pushed her thumb into my mouth.

'Suck.'

Suck I did

'Good boy.' (Monica's voice was almost a 'purr')

'I think you do want us to meet up and I think we could all have fun. I think you need to be trained to be

totally submissive.' My eyes were totally focused looking up at Monica. Sucking her thumb..

'I know you are going home shortly. When I take my thumb out of your mouth I want you to write down your

home telephone number for me and then get up and turn round and face the wall.

By the way do you have a permanent marker pen?

(What for?)

Monica removed her thumb from my mouth. It came out with a plop. She wiped it dry on my tie..

I grabbed a pen and scribbled down the number on a scrap of paper.

'And the marker?'

I checked one of the drawers. I had a couple, 'blue or black?'

'Black I think it lasts longer.

Come on get up and face the wall. I have a class in 5 minutes and got to hurry now.'

I got up and faced the wall.

I could sense Monica was close behind me slightly to one side. I could taste her perfume. A voice was whispering.

'Sunil undo your shirt.' I did.

'Lift it right up as high as you can and stay still... I am going to write a message for you wife on your back...'

I jerked. 'No.'

'Yes Sunil... I know you want this... You know you want it...relax...'

The voice was quiet but firm. I thought I could detect some excitement. Goodness knows I was excited..

I was starting down a further downward spiral... I could feel it, but for some reason seemed powerless to resist.

The pen's top came off. I knew the sound. I could even smell it..

Permanent marker pens have that curious smell about them.

Almost like alcohol or petrol. Something you do not forget.

'Well done Sunil this is sure to lead to lots of fun..' Monica was enjoying this. I could hear it in her voice.

The pen was writing on my back. A number I felt sure, and something else.

It was scratched me a bit, but the hand that held it was warm. Steady writing. Quite a lot...

'Nearly done now.'

What was she doing? writing an Epistle?

'And a few kisses... Xxx'

Snap the cap was back on.

'Right you can put the shirt down now and I be off. Have fun tonight...

Also,... I'm sure you know how important it is..

Make sure you tell Deepti of this chat and show her your back.'

I was not so sure I would. Even if this sounded fun now I could think of lots of reasons not to go on.

I had turned round as I was putting on my shirt and Monica was studying my face. I think something must have shown.

'Do remember I have your telephone number... and I can always get your address from the office here being such a close colleague for a number of years..'

I swallowed.

Monica nodded. 'Good. I'll be off to class then.' With that Monica was back to the door unlocking it and gone.

I sat back in the chair. I was shaking. Where was all this leading??
(To Be Continued)