[Ramesh_Rocky]

my slut wife

part1




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My wife's cell phone buzzed and rang multiple times to announce the arrival of several text messages as soon as she turned the phone on after the pilot announced it was okay to do so.

"So Sunita." I said icily, "I guess those are all text messages from Rajiv?"

Sunita ignored me and her fingers worked the keyboard furiously as she replied to the text messages.

"Only two of them." Sunita said once she got done. "The third was from my sister saying Chintu is doing fine."

"And what did Rajiv want? Some recipe perhaps?"

Rajiv was our neighbor and "friend" back in Kolkata. He was divorced and lived next door, and lived with his son who was the same age as Chintu - 6. I had started off liking Rajiv when we moved into his neighborhood a year back. He was friendly, his son and Chintu got along very well, and he seemed genuinely helpful. Which he still was.

What had started bugging me was that he and Sunita seemed to have become a little too friendly. Sunita was a stay-at-home mother, having quit her job in banking as soon as we had Chintu. And Rajiv had a catering business which he managed from his house, and even when he had to be away, it was usually daily lunch services for some reputed companies. So when I was at work in the evening and Sunita was home, usually, so was Rajiv. And Sunita often told me that he came over or invited her over to talk about recipes and food, a topic Sunita had gotten really interested in of late.

"No, Sumit. He just texted the address of a restaurant he recommends. And wished us both safe travel and a great vacation." Sunita replied.

"You know what'll make my vacation great? No texts from Rajiv." I said as I pulled our handbag from the overhead compartment.

"Sumit please. Don't start." Sunita shook her head and slid out from her seat.

After this mini-tiff of sorts, both Sunita and I were silent as we made our way off the plane, got our luggage from baggage claim and took a taxi to the “Mountain view” - a posh casino-resort. I waited for her to break the ice, convinced that I was right in being suspicious of Rajiv. I was convinced that he had the hot’s for my wife, and was working slowly but surely to get her into bed. If, that is, he hadn't already.

Over the past few months, I had noticed a change in Sunita's appearance and demeanor. Usually her attire was pretty standard - jeans or trousers, with modest t-shirts or blouses, and sometimes sarees. After Chintu's birth, Sunita had gone from a very fashion-savvy and spiffily dressed young woman to the archetypal suburban mother. But recently, I noticed she was wearing skirts more often, with tops or blouses with a low neckline. She was back to dressing the way she used to 7 years ago when we met and started dating. And I wondered if this sudden change had anything to do with her friendship with Rajiv. Although I was glad of the occasional throwback to our initial days together.

Ah, our initial days together. I had been smitten with Sunita the day she walked into the conference room on her first day of work in our bank. She was one of the new trainees, fresh out of business college. I was there in my capacity as my division's Vice President, to address the newbies about our operations. She was dressed in a figure-hugging knee-length black skirt, a formal blouse with one button open, and a matching black blazer. She was tall and not just by Indian standards - 5 ft 10. Her skirt showed that she had an awesome butt and shapely legs. And even the formal blouse and the blazer could not hide the fact that she was exceedingly buxom - 34DD as I later found out.

I found myself staring at her a little longer than appropriate. She obviously noticed, looked right into my eyes, and flashed me a dazzling smile. And that was all it took to get me hooked.

I waited a few weeks before doing anything though. After all, Sunita, a fresh MBA 24 years of age, was 15 years my junior. I was touching 40, and although I worked out regularly to keep my body in shape, the gray was beginning to show at the edges of my hairline. I was still unmarried, thanks to a long long relationship that ended abruptly 5 years ago. I got plenty of action - a good looking, tall, well-built successful banking executives in his late 30s does not find dating difficult in a city like kolkata. But most of the women I had dated had been my contemporaries. I had never even thought about going after someone in her mid-20s.

Until Sunita walked in that door.

Although she got assigned to my division, I kept things strictly professional. I could see that she was getting a lot of attention from guys her own age, something she seemed glad and adept about handling. But I did get some fairly strong signals from her of her interest in me. She would compliment me on my looks, ask me about my taste in music, movies, and books. And try to spend a lot of time talking about things other than work. And she kept talking about how she wanted to "settle down" but all the guys she met were too "immature".

After a few weeks, I convinced myself that I wasn't just some deluded old horndog reading signals where there were none. Sunita was definitely indicating her interest in me. So I asked her out. She readily agreed. And from there, things moved rather rapidly. We had sex for the first time after our second date, and I was glad to see that Sunita knew how to use her body well. In a couple of weeks, she had all but moved in with me, spending about 5 nights a week at my apartment. In a month, we informed HR about our relationship, and Sunita was moved to another division as per company rules.

In six months, I was convinced she was the love of my life, and proposed. She accepted readily. Her parents were a little displeased that she was marrying someone so much older than her. But I charmed their pants off, and all was well. We were married, and soon Sunita was pregnant. After Chintu was born, Sunita told me she had no interest in going back to work. She had never really been too career-minded, she said, and was simply living out the dreams of her modern and demanding father who believed her intelligence was too rare to waste.

Soon, we settled into a happily married lifestyle, raising our son together. Sunita had a lot of close friends in Kolkata, many of them male. And her close friendship with them did rankle me a little bit. In other words, it made me insecure. Initially I stayed mum. But after I turned forty, my body began catching up with me. My stamina for sex was diminishing by the year. When we started dating, we had sex at least twice every night. Around the time Chintu turned two, it was down to twice a week. And of late, it was down to barely once a week.

The decline of my prowess did play a role in my insecurities growing. There were a couple of her male friends, young, good-looking, handsome, that I particularly felt insecure about. They were married too, but it still bothered me that they were so friendly with Sunita. We started having arguments about it. Sunita always dismissed my concerns saying I was being paranoid. But I knew my wife was hot enough to make anyone sin. I also knew she had had a fairly colorful past, sexually speaking (the details of which are another story). So I knew that she knew she had options. And that drove my insecurity and caused more arguments. These arguments became the norm for the next few years.

We purchased a big house in suburban Kolkata; it was a good residential area in the outskirts of kolkata. Chintu certainly loved it, and soon we were a happy family again. Sunita did complain occasionally about feeling lonely. To be honest, I was relieved that all her male "friends" were of miles away.

But then Rajiv had slid into the picture.

Rajiv was roughly the same age as Sunita. Very handsome. I worked out to keep my body in shape. He also clearly worked out to give his body shape. He had well toned abs, arms and a chest, which he loved displaying in the summer months. His striking good looks, coupled with his charming personality, convinced me that he was a threat to be mindful of. But when I raised the concern, Sunita again accused me of being too controlling and insecure and jealous.

One summer day when I came home from work, I saw a scene that made me lose my cool. Nothing scandalous, mind you. The two boys were playing in the backyard. A few feet away from them, sat Sunita and Rajiv on lawn chair, drinking pepsi or some thing. Rajiv was only wearing a pair of cut-off denim shorts, the sweat glistening on his chest. Sunita was wearing a nighty. And they were laughing and talking.

Like I said, nothing scandalous. But watching Rajiv, all muscled and toned and sweaty, joking with my relatively scantily clad wife pissed me off. Sunita had put on a few pounds since Chintu was born, but the extra weight had been distributed evenly. She still had a fantastic figure which had gone from tall-and-curvy-but-slender to simply tall-and-voluptuous - 36DD-28-38. She looked like Bidya BRabi sitting in the lawn chair. But I was more pissed off at Rajiv's overtly hunky appearance than I was attracted to Sunita's knock-out looks at that moment. I yelled at Chintu, asking him to come inside. The tone of my voice was enough for Rajiv to take a hint, and he took his son and went home. And Sunita walked in, looking confused.

That night after Chintu went to bed, we had one of the most acrimonious fights we'd had. I accused Sunita of leading Rajiv on. She told me my paranoia was reaching historic levels. We argued back and forth, until she said, "Sumit, don't take this the wrong way, but don't you see your insecurity is stemming from your.....troubles in bed? I keep telling you to see the doctor. There are drugs..."

"So you're saying I should take Viagra or you'll fuck him? Is that it?" I exploded. I had been having troubles down there, but I knew it was more because of stress than anything. I certainly had no desire to walk into a doctor's office and tell him I was having trouble getting it up.

"What?" Sunita said, confused.

"Or have you fucked him already?"

Sunita slapped me in anger. I pushed her to the bed and stormed out of the room. I went to downstairs and had a couple of drinks. When I came back upstairs, Sunita was already asleep.

Over the next few days, we both calmed down. I apologized to Sunita saying I had been out of line. Sunita said she understood my concerns and would tone down her rapport with Rajiv, if it bothered me so much. And a few days later, I surprised her with my plans for us to spend a long weekend in Nepal. Just the two of us. Sunita's sister who lived in kolkata had agreed to take care of Chintu while we were away.

Now back to Nepal.

After we reached the “Mountain view”, I finally broke my silence and mentioned how pretty the casino looked. Sunita also looked impressed and pointed out a few beautiful decorations in the lobby. We checked and went to our room.

This was my first time in Nepal and I was really looking forward to hitting the blackjack tables. So as Sunita went to the bathroom for a quick shower, I changed into some smart casual wear to hit the casino floor. I got dressed, turned the TV on and waited for Sunita. She walked out, her hair wet, clad in a nighty.

"Get dressed quickly." I said. "Let's go to the casino floor."

Sunita slowly walked towards me and sat down on the bed. She put her head on my shoulder and ran her hand over my cheek. I could feel heat radiating from her just-showered body. I turned and kissed her, slipping my hand into her nighty, fondling her massive breasts. I felt her wet hair touch my ear. Sunita slowly pulled me down to the bed, and I was on top of her. I opened her nighty buttons and started kissing her boobs and fingering her clit. She started moaning and squirming as I continued playing with her. A minute or so later, she started unbuttoning my shirt.

That's when I got up off the bed. Sunita looked at me, with a quizzical look on her face.

"We should..." I said, buttoning up my shirt, "we should go check out the casino."

And I ran to the bathroom. In there, I unzipped and tried to coax life into my dick. The only reason I had interrupted that very hot session was that despite my best mental efforts, an erection refused to form. I sat on the edge of the bathtub and started jacking off my dick. But to no avail. A few minutes later, I gave up, flushed the toilet to make it seem like I had gone to pee and walked out of the bathroom. She was right. I did need to see a doctor. I decided to make an appointment as soon as I got back.

Sunita had gotten dressed when I was in there. She was wearing an elegant knee-length wrap-around skirt and blouse with sequins. She flashed me a bright smile, but I could see the disappointment in her eyes. I thought of saying something about the performance issue, but instead she said,

"So you'll have to explain to me exactly how blackjack works."

"Oh, it's easy. It's all about getting as close to 21 as possible..." I was glad for the change in topic and spent time explaining the game's rules to her.

On the casino floor, we had a lot of fun. We first spent some time at the blackjack tables. I made 4 grad while Sunita lost roughly the same amount, leaving us even. We then watched the action on some of the poker tables, a game I liked but was not confident enough to gamble in. We then hit the slots. By dinner time, we had made a small profit. We had dinner at a swanky Chinese place on the strip. Our spirits were high. This really was turning into the vacation we wanted. We called up Sunita's sister and spoke to Chintu before deciding to take a walk on the strip.

As the evening wore on, I could not help but notice how smashingly sexy my wife looked. Tall, voluptuous, and with a beautiful face, she drew second and third glances from most men on the street. By the time we got back to the “Mountain view”, I was feeling a stirring in my loins. We got into the elevator, and as soon as the door closed, I pulled Sunita into my embrace and kissed her. She kissed me back hungrily as I pawed her spectacular butt. An erection began forming and she could obviously feel it on her thigh.

"Ooooh Sumit! In the elevator? Naughty!" she said between our kisses.

"I can't help it. You're just so...." I breathlessly started but was interrupted.

*beep beep*

Sunita froze for a second, but continued kissing me.

"Check who it's from." I said.

"It can wait." she said and tried to pull me back into a kiss. That's when the elevator reached our floor and the doors opened.

"I said, check who it is from." I was feeling rage build up again.

Sunita took her cell phone out of her purse and looked at it.

"Is it Rajiv?" I asked.

"Yes, but Sumit, he's just..." Sunita started saying. But I stormed out of the elevator.

I opened our room, turned the TV on and sat on the bed, looking very pissed off.

"He's doing it just to ruin our vacation." I said in an angry voice.

"No Sumit."

"Sunita, I want you to text back in caps - NEVER TEXT OR CALL ME AGAIN"

"Come on Sumit. Don't be silly."

"Sunita, DO IT!!!" I yelled.

She looked at me with tears in her eyes and a confused look on her face.

"Are you going to do it or not?"

"Sumit, please. It's so unnecessary. And rude."

"Fine. I am going to sleep." I said, and started changing.
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

my slut wife
part2


The next morning, neither of us made any reference to the fight last night. It hadn't been much of a fight. I changed into my night shorts, took a couple of Night Tylenol pills and was soon asleep. Sunita had been sobbing most of the time that I was awake. We had breakfast at a small diner and then decided to ride the tiny gondola in the hotel. We then went back to the strip, and checked out the other casinos - Bellagio, Caesar's, MGM Grand etc. Our conversations were mostly pleasant and cordial. Both of us were waiting for the other person to apologize.

We decided to have lunch at the “Mountain view”'s poolside restaurant. Sunita said she'd like to go upstairs and change. I asked what she wanted to change into, and her response was, a swimsuit. Despite the coolness between us, I smiled. I had not seen Sunita in a swimwear in several years. It would be a visual treat for sure. The swimsuit actually turned out to be a yellow bikini that went fantastically with Sunita's white complexion. It wasn't too skimpy or anything. But any bikini would have trouble containing her massive boobs. And her voluptuous perfectly shaped round butt looked great in the yellow bikini bottoms. She looked positively fuckable and if I had not been carrying the grudge from the previous night, I'd have jumped her right away. But for now, I just changed into swimming trunks, and wore a t-shirt.

Sunita tied a matching yellow sarong around her waist and we went to the poolside restaurant. We got a table right by the pool, and I could see that Sunita was getting a lot of admiring glances again, from men and women alike. I was particularly amused by an old bald man who was swimming laps gradually, and whenever he was close to us, would slow down and check Sunita out blatantly. I don't think she noticed though.

I was only halfway into my main course when Sunita announced she was full, and wanted to get in the pool. I simply nodded and continued eating. Since she had just eaten, she couldn't really swim too much, so she just did a couple of different strokes at the end of the pool close to me. As she did the backstroke, I could not help but feel a surge in my pants at the way her huge tits struggled to break free from the bikini.

As I looked away from her, I noticed that the old bald white man was splayed on a pool chair on the other side, again blatantly staring at my wife. I also noted with a chuckle that he was wearing a speedo - not something suited for his old paunchy body. He noticed me looking at him and smiled at me. I looked away and back towards Sunita who had now waded to the other side of the pool.

The old man got up from his chair and walked towards the edge of the pool. Standing up, he looked even more ridiculous in his speedo, with his paunch flubbing over it. I did however notice momentarily, before looking away, that the crotch of his speedo was massive, as if hiding a football. Must be an enlarged prostate, I thought myself. The old man dove into the water with a clumsy splash and started swimming. I watched curiously as he swam towards Sunita. And he said something to her.
She responded with a polite smile and said something. They were about 30 feet away from me so I couldn't hear what was being said. But the expressions on his face were very lecherous. I found the idea hilarious that such an ugly old man was actually even thinking of chatting up someone as gorgeous as my wife. She was used to the attention of hunks like Rajiv, after all. I was sure she'd slip away from him politely very soon.

"Sir, would you like to take a look at our dessert cart?" I heard the waiter say and I looked away from the pool. The dessert cart looked interesting. It had a chocolate soufflé which I knew Sunita liked. So I ordered it for her and a cheesecake for myself. The waiter made some small talk with me and put the dessert on the table and left.

I looked back and was surprised to see that the old man was still chatting up Sunita. She seemed to have an amused expression on her face and was saying short sentences herself. The conversation seemed to go on and on. Now she would occasionally giggle! I decided to put an end to the pathetic old man's desperate flirting attempts, so got up and walked towards the side of the pool they were at.

"Sunita!" I called out over the din of kids playing nearby. She was about 10 feet away from the edge. She looked at me. "The dessert is here. I ordered you soufflé."

Sunita nodded and glided through the water towards me. I noted with annoyance that the old man swam after her.

"What did you say?" Sunita put her elbows on the edge and asked me.

"The dessert. I ordered you..."

"And who might you be? Her father?" the old man came to a stop in the water right next to Sunita and interrupted me.

"Hehe..I told you he's my husband!" Sunita giggled. "Sumit, meet Rabi."

"Pleased to meet you." Rabi reached out his wrinkly hand towards me and I bent down in the waist to shake it.

Rabi grabbed my hand firmly, and without letting go, said,

"So you're the lucky son of a bitch who gets to take this gorgeous little pixie home every night huh?"

Gorgeous little pixie? This old geezer was at least a couple of inches shorter than her. I snorted a little and tried to free my hand. But Rabi's grip was surprisingly strong, and I found myself standing there crouching at his mercy.

"Why did a spicy bombshell like you settle for an old fart like him, huh?" Rabi said and started cackling. Still grabbing my hand. My ears went red with rage and embarrassment. I looked at Sunita who actually had an amused expression on her face.

"Hehe...I don't remember actually." she said and started giggling.

Finally Rabi released the vice-like grip on my hand. It relieved me, but only temporarily, because he put that arm around Sunita's shoulder and pressed it gently, and started cackling loudly.

I noticed him put his arm around her but Sunita either didn't notice or ignored it on purpose. She was still giggling. I was on the verge of jumping in the water and kicking this old man's ass. How dare he touch her in front of me? They had just met! But I resisted my instinct.

"Sunita, the dessert." I said in an annoyed voice.

She nodded and Rabi finally took his arm off her shoulder. Sunita put her palms on the side of the pool and pooled herself out of the water. As she got out, I saw Rabi staring at her butt rather shamelessly and with a smile on his face. I walked back with Sunita to our table. She took her seat and so did I. And, a few second later, much to my consternation, so did Rabi!

"Yeah, their souffle is the best." he said, moving his chair right next to Sunita's. "I have eaten at the most expensive restaurants in this country. And the souffle here is the best."

"Is that so?" I sarcastically asked. I found it hard to believe that this uncouth old geezer was an expert in fine dining.

"Oh yeah, I'm loaded. Got a dozen real estate companies all over the country."

"Really?" Sunita asked in what sounded like an awe-struck voice. And that annoyed me even more. The old man was clearly trying to impress her with talk of his wealth and she was buying into it!

"Yup! Ole Rabi's got a lot of cash in case you ever wanna leave this old fart." Rabi said and winked at Sunita who started giggling again.

This was the second time he had called me an old fart and it was beginning to piss me off. I might have been close to 50, but this geezer was close to 60, if not older. Where did he get off calling me an old fart? And why the fuck was my wife laughing at his boorish comments?

"Yeah, old Rabi knows all about livin' it up in Nepal. In fact, why don't I take you to dinner to a real fancy place tonight? And then some fine cocktails?" Rabi said looking at Sunita, and then without looking at me said, "Sumit, you can come too."
But before Sunita could say anything, I said,

"Sorry, but we're busy tonight. We have a lot of plans. Right, Sunita?"

I expected Sunita to concur with me. But instead she was silent, and was looking at Rabi with an odd expression on her face. That caused an awkward silence.

"Right, Sunita?" I said a little louder.

'Oh..umm...what's our plan for tonight?" she asked.

"You mean you aren’t got plans?" Rabi said, turning around to finally look at me. "It's settled then. I'll see you two in the lobby at 8!"

I glared at Sunita, expecting her to turn him down. Instead, she said,

"Okay, 8 it is."

"Splendid." Rabi said stroking Sunita's bare shoulder. "See you then, little pixie. Bye Sumit."
But…..I tried to say something
He acted like he hadn't heard me. Instead he slowly got up, and while he slid away from the chair, his crotch moved just inches away from Sunita's face. I noticed Sunita's head turn at once as she looked at the enormous bulge in his speedos for a split second and then looked away. I thought I heard Rabi chuckle as he walked away.

I was fuming silently until we got back to the room. Once we entered the room, I let loose,

"What a slimy pathetic old geezer! Why the fuck did you accept his invitation?"

"You could've said no." Sunita said calmly, unwrapping her sarong.

"I did. But you gave him a chance to put his foot in the door." I yelled.

"Come on, Sumit. He's just a silly old man. What harm can it do?" Sunita said, walking towards the bathroom. I thought I detected a hesitant tone in her voice.

I started saying something in return, but I heard the bathroom door slam shut. A few moments later, I could hear the shower being turned on. So I turned the TV on and sat on the bed watching it. It was over twenty minutes when Sunita finally stepped out of the bathroom wearing a nighty.

"Sumit, did you notice Rabi's.... you know....swimming costume?" she asked in mischievous tone.

"Huh?" I feigned ignorance although I knew exactly what she was referring to.

"You know, the size of it? You probably didn't notice. It was huge!" she said with a curious look on her face.

That pissed me off even more. I have always considered myself reasonably well-endowed at 6 inches. But whenever I read about men with really big dicks, I wonder if women care about it. Sunita had never before mentioned any other man's size. So this unexpected comment got me a little upset. But not wanting to seem insecure, I said,

"Well, it's probably an enlarged prostate or something." And went back to watching TV. Sunita shrugged.

I would have argued with Sunita about her behavior with Rabi more, but we had a web conference planned. With our son. So as soon as Sunita sat in to the bed, I took my laptop out, logged into skype and called Sunita's sister. Chintu was eagerly waiting for us, and we had a long conversation with him. He filled us in on every little detail of his two days with his aunt, from everything he had eaten, to the games he had played to what he'd seen on TV. It was almost two hours by the time we got done with the call.

After I closed my laptop, Sunita announced she was feeling a bit tired so wanted to take a short nap. I suspected this was just a ruse to avoid the Rabi topic, but I nodded and joined her for the nap.
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

my slut wife
part3


At 8 pm when we walked down to the lobby, Rabi was already there.

"Wow, you look absolutely ravishing." he said, staring at her up and down. He completely ignored my presence.

Sunita did look quite ravishing. She was wearing a pleated skirt that stopped an inch above her knees. And a sleeveless top with a bold neckline tat showed about an inch of her ample cleavage. I had thought of making a sarcastic comment about how she was getting all dolled up, but had decided against it. The end result was, she looked fabulous, and something that pleased me but also bothered me.

Rabi's full attire further made me doubt his claims of being wealthy. His pants looked fairly worn-out and his blazer seemed like one of those cheap tawdry ones you get for 1000 Rs on the street. He was also wearing a really horrible cologne, which he had clearly sprayed a lot of. This tawdrily dressed paunchy puny bald old geezer, was a stark contrast next to my wife who with her high heels, easily stood a head above him. But it didn't seem to bother him.

He led us to the restaurant which was on the same block. It did seem very swanky. When the waiter led us to our table, he pulled out a chair for Sunita. As soon as she sat down, Rabi swooped in, taking the chair next to her, forcing me to sit across from them. We started with small talk. Well, Rabi and Sunita started with small talk. I was being ignored once again.

Suddenly, the sound of music filled the air. I noticed that the band was positioned quite close to us and they had started playing. As the music started, I could barely hear anything Sunita and Rabi were saying. Rabi had his elbow on the table and was sitting almost facing Sunita completely. At one point of time, I noticed that he put his hand on her bare knee, and looked at Sunita with my eyebrows raised. She stared back with a slight shrug, as if saying, it was my job to stop him.

I did consider stopping him. But this old geezer was acting in such a lewd and disgusting manner, that I decided to let Sunita extricate herself from the situation. It's not like it was Rajiv touching her there. Even at this stage, with all the bravado Rabi had shown, I did not consider him an actual threat, but an inconvenience. So if his raspy wrinkly hands were bothering my wife, well, my wife should tell him to stop.

The drinks arrived. Sunita and I had both ordered drinks, and Rabi had ordered a double scotch on the rocks. He said something to her, which obviously I couldn't catch because of the music. She nodded. Then I almost fell off my chair as Rabi picked up his glass of scotch and put it to her lips. She took a small sip and coughed. Sunita hated scotch. She'd tasted it once many years back, and decided it was too potent a taste for her. As she coughed, Rabi laughed and put the glass to her lips again. This time she took a sip without coughing.

Rabi's hand had now come off her knee. But it was instead around her shoulder. Again, Sunita and I played the who-blinks-first game. I threw her a dirty look which she returned. The right thing to do would have been to rescue her from his leery grip by putting an end to this all. But this had now turned into an ego tussle. She was the one who should push him away, I decided.

Soon the waiter came to take our orders. I noticed that Sunita didn't say anything to the waiter, which meant the old fart had ordered for her. This bugged me even more. Sunita is very finicky about ordering food in a restaurant. Even when we go out in groups, she likes to order for herself. And here she was letting a practical stranger order food for her? I seethed in silence throughout dinner. Sunita and Rabi kept talking, his hand rubbing her shoulder when it wasn't rubbing his knees or thighs. By the end of the meal, his hand had pushed her skirt a couple of inches higher, and much more of her thigh was on display then at the beginning.

I had refused to blink, but was feeling very disgusted. I fought my disgust by switching from beer to scotch as well. And downing a few of them in haste as dinner progressed. Maybe it was the booze having its effect on her, but I thought that Sunita didn't look as uncomfortable as before. She had gone from being a little squeamish of his touch and having a hesitant look of alarm on her face to now wearing a blissful smile. She was barely touching her food although Rabi was wolfing his dinner down.

Finally dinner got done. I thought this was it, but instead, Rabi got up and said to me,

"We're gonna dance a little."

I looked at Sunita, but she was avoiding my gaze. Instead she got up from her chair and followed Rabi to the bar area of the restaurant where a handful of couples were dancing. From our table, I could only see part of the dance floor. Rabi and Sunita first started dancing in that area, with a foot of distance between them.

The contrast between them was stark. Sunita - beautiful, voluptuous, elegantly dressed, and tall. Rabi - half a foot shorter than her, dressed in cheap threads, bald, ugly, puny but with a paunch that stuck out from his blazer. Sunita moved gracefully, Rabi plonked around like a frog. But even with this mismatch, what bothered me was that the two kept their gazes locked into each others. And Sunita, far from looking bothered, wore a happy smile as they danced.

Sonds started and finished but they kept dancing for a good twenty minutes or so. Meanwhile the waiter had come and placed the check on the table and had made a few meaningful visits to look at it. Finally I put my credit card in the check folder and the waiter took it away. I was about to get up, interrupt the dancing and take Sunita home, when the song changed to a romantic ballad. An ideal slow dancing song.

I watched in horror as Rabi pulled my wife into a clumsy embrace and the two of them started gently swaying to the music. Rabi started off placing his hands on the small of her back, but then gradually slid them downwards. Until both his hands were on her shapely butt. He then started gentle kneading her butt, without any resistance from her. I looked around and saw a few people around them snickering and pointing. Even in Nepal, watching such a clumsily dressed old codger feeling up an exquisite beauty like my wife wasn't a common scene.

I watched with disgust, but also with a sense of vindication. This dirty old man was skillfully putting the moves on my wife. Right in front of me. And she was doing nothing to stop him. Obviously, I had been correct in my suspicions about Rajiv and the other guys. If she let this old sack of dough go this far, who knows what she had done with Rajiv when I was away? I felt my ears burn in anger as I watched them. Finally the dance came to an end. And the two of them started walking back to the table.

When Sunita took her seat, she looked into my eyes with a defiant expression. I was doing nothing to hide my rage. But it didn't seem to bother her. She looked away. I then looked at Rabi. As he sat down, I almost spat out my drink in shock. There was a huge tent in his pants. He was sporting a rather substantial erection. And, it dawned on me, this beast of an erection had obviously been rubbing against my wife when they slow danced. Or maybe it was a result of their slow dance.

The three of us sat wordlessly sipping at what remained of the last of our drinks. The waiter came back with the credit card slip and I signed it. Rabi looked at me and smirked, as if to say - "I was going to take you two to dinner, and instead you're paying while I rubbed my dick against your wife." I looked away from him towards Sunita who now wore a look that was all too familiar to me. After many a night on town, when we got home, she would sport this look - that of being drunk as well as being horny. Rabi's monster erection rubbing against her had clearly had an effect.

Rabi must have noticed it too, because I sensed a movement of his hand. And when I followed it, I saw it was headed towards his thigh again. Except this time, he didn't stop at just rubbing her thigh. It disappeared under her skirt. I looked up at Sunita who had now closed her eyes and had tilted her head back a little. Slowly her lips parted and I saw another familiar look. And alarm bells started going off in my head.

I realized that just a couple of feet away from me, Rabi was fingering my wife. Was he doing it over her panties? Or had he slipped his finger inside? There was no way for me to know. What I did know was, I was at a crossroads. Either I get up, throw a fit, and kick this old man's ass. Or I continue to be what I had been until then. A silent accomplice.

I don't what what made me opt for the second option. Maybe I was getting turned on by this ugly old man handling my wife like putty. But at that moment, I rationalized my non-action by telling myself, it's up to her to stop him. If she wants to prove me wrong and show me as a jealous paranoid husband, she should do something. I didn't realize though that Sunita was probably too drunk to think straight.

Rabi noticed that I had noticed, and flashed me a triumphant smile. He then poked her thigh with his other hand, and she parted her legs even more, providing him better access to her cunt. Sunita's face now wore an overtly sexual look. Her eyes were now half open, but she didn't seem to be looking at anything in particular. Her nipples were obviously erect because they were poking through even her bra and top. Her face had gone all red. And she seemed to be breathing heavily.

This scene lasted five minutes or so, until the band stopped playing and there was a minute of silence. Rabi took his hand out from under Sunita's skirt. Sunita let out an audible moan of disappointment. Her eyes opened completely and met mine. She looked away in shame. I wondered if she would end it now. But it wasn't in her hands.

Rabi got up. His erection seemed to have subsided by now. He said to me very matter-of-factly,

"I am taking her to my suite back at the “Mountain view”. You can come along too if you want."

I tried to search for words, but couldn't come up with any. Rabi held out his hand for Sunita. I expected her to take it. But instead, she was looking at me.

"Sumit." she said in a breathless voice.

"Hmm?" I said.

"Are you coming with us?" there was a plaintive tone of genuine conflict in her voice. Looking back, I now know that was the last chance I had to put an end to the depravity. I just stared at her.

" Sumit?" she asked, once more in that gut-wrenching voice.

A dozen different sentences sprung up in my head. "Don't go." "Let's go back to our room." "Leave this old fart here." "Stop the madness."

I didn't say any of them. I just said “I don’t know”.
“Come with us Sumit, what are you going to do alone here” Sunita whispered. Ok I said. Sunita exhaled loudly hearing my answer. Rabi was still holding his hand out for her. She took it and got up. Rabi put his hand around my wife's waist and led her away. I got up and followed them, as if in a slumber.

I walked behind Rabi and Sunita as we left the restaurant and went back to the “Mountain view”. I followed them into the elevator. Rabi slid his key and pushed the button for the top floor. Once the elevator door closed, he stood there, again kneading her butt. The elevator reached his floor and we walked to the suite.

(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

my slut wife
part4

Rabi led us to the "living room" of the suite and turned on just one small lamp. The room was mostly dark, with just the one lamp illuminating it. Rabi headed to the minibar and poured three scotches, without ice. He handed one to Sunita and another to me. Sunita took her drink and sat down on the small couch. She took a sip and then looked at me, with a confident expression. I wanted to stop her, to rescue her. But I felt helpless. I sat down on a chair across from her. Rabi took his glass and sat down next to her.

Rabi then reached for the remote and turned the TV on. He turned it to one of the movie channels, and sat there, with his hands around Sunita,. We all sat there staring at the TV. Even Rabi, for the first time ever, seemed a bit nervous.
About ten minutes later, I noticed some movement. I saw Rabi pick up Sunita's hand and put it on his crotch which now had that massive bulge again. I looked away towards the TV. A few moments later when I looked back at them, there it was. Rabi's dick. I am not sure how big it exactly was, but it was a hell of a lot bigger than mine. And thicker. It was standing up from his open pants like a flagpole. And wrapped around it were my wife's elegant fingers. She was gradually stroking his dick, from the base to where the thick bulbous head protruded.

I looked at Sunita's face. She was staring at the TV, as was Rabi. But her stroking of his dick was getting faster and faster. This went on for a few minutes and then Sunita stopped. She took her hand off the dick and stared stretching her fingers. Her hand was probably tired. So Rabi took her other hand and put it on his dick, and she resumed stroking it. By now the monster cock was moist with all the precum that had oozed out. I could see even Sunita's fingers glistening. And I realized I too now had an erection in my pants that needed some relieving.

When Sunita took another break to change hands, Rabi took the opportunity to take her top off. She offered no resistance and was now sitting there in a black bra struggling to contain her massive tits. As Sunita, now without her blouse, started jacking him off again, Rabi started playing with her tits. He put one finger inside the bra cup and moved it all around. Then he scooped the boobs out of her bra. I stared in shock at how trashy Sunita looked at that moment, her boobs spilling out of her bra as she gave some dirty old man a handjob.

"Enough with the hands." Rabi brusquely said and slapped her hand away. He reached for her hair and pulled her head down into his lap. Sunita resisted a little. Only a little. I suspected it was for my presence. But within a few seconds, I could see her wide open mouth descending on Rabi's upright dick. She could take in less than half of it in her mouth before she let out a gagging noise.

"Not used to the size, eh?" Rabi said and chuckled. "I can see why. From that tiny tent in his pants."

Sunita took his dick out of her mouth and looked at me. Her eyes fell on my erection, and I think I saw a hint of a smile on her lips. But Rabi was getting impatient now. He roughly grabbed her hair and put his dick back in her mouth. Sunita now started sucking his dick enthusiastically. A little too enthusiastically. She made gagging and slurping sounds as she went to work on his dick. And I could not help but be aroused at the sight of this massive shaft going in and out of my wife's mouth.

"You've taught her well. I'll give you that much. She sucks dick better than any Indian chick I've been with." Rabi said as he nonch Rabitly unhooked her bra. Sunita slid the bra off and threw it on the floor. Now as she was hunched over on Rabi's lap sucking his dick furiously, her boobs swayed and touched his balls.

Rabi noticed, like I did, that Sunita slowly moved from being in a sitting position to putting her knees on the couch. She was now bent over with his shapely butt in the air. He reached for her ass and pulled the skirt up until it was bunched around her waist. Half an asscheek each peeked out from the side of her panties. Rabi started fondling her fleshy ass as she continued to suck his dick.

"Take it all the way in, sona." Rabi said and spanked her on the ass really hard.

Sunita tried, forcing her mouth down, but could not take more than three fourths the length in.

"All the way in, bay…al the way in." another loud slap on her ass. And then he pushed her head down. I started hearing gagging and spitting sounds as Sunita's head turned upside down. It seemed like his dick was now going down (or up) her throat. Sunita was in the most incredible position I had ever seen her in. Completely topless, skirt up to her waist, panties on display, and head upturned over a dick.

Finally Rabi let go and Sunita's head sprang up off his dick. She inhaled loudly and started coughing.

"You liked that, didn't you?" Rabi asked.

Sunita shook her head.

"Not you. This dickwad sitting here. You liked watching your wife take my whole dick down her throat like a sword swallower, didn't you?"

I stayed silent. What could I say?

"Well, then you're gonna love what I do to her next."

Rabi got up and pulled Sunita by the hair towards the side of the couch. She dragged her knees sideways on the couch to keep pace with his hair pulling.

"What you have here, my friend, is a slut. And I will show you how a slut is to be handled." Rabi said and pulled Sunita's head over the side of the couch armrest. Her stomach was resting on the armrest and her torso was hanging upside down over the side. From where I was sitting, I could see her hair had fallen over, and her massive tits were hanging next to her chin. She put both her palms on the floor for support. On the other side of the couch was Sunita's upraised butt and her knees which were still on the couch cushion.

"You know why she is a slut?" Rabi said as he roughly pulled her panties down in one motion. Even as she was being manhandled, Sunita co-operated by lifting her knees so Rabi could take the panties off. Sunita's perfectly shaped big butt was now completely naked and on view. It was hoisted in the air like a shapely white hill. And her wet pussy was visible from between her legs.

"Because only a slut...."

Rabi continued and loudly spanked her right asscheek. Sunita let out a yelp.

"..lets an old geezer like me...."

SMACK! SMACK! One on each asscheek. Two more yelps.

"....play with her cooch..."

SMACK! SMACK!

"...in front of her husband."

Rabi's hand formed red prints on Sunita's ass which was now shivering with the onslaught. I could not see her face, but if she was in distress, she certainly didn't say anything apart from her yelps.

"I will now show you how a whore like this is to be fucked." Rabi said and stepped out of his pants. His huge dick was now fully erect and throbbing and I got a good look at his thick bush which was completely white. He put one knee on the couch next to Sunita's leg, and his other leg was on the floor.

He took one step forward and with one hand lifted Sunita's left knee which was closer to me. He roughly pushed it ahead and upwards so it was propped on the armrest. Her asscheeks opened up in this position and her cunt and asshole were both visible. Sunita moved her hands on the floor a little to baabice herself in this new position. She looked incredibly hot, naked except for her skirt, thrown over the couch rest like a rag doll. Her long shapely legs splayed and open as this puny paunchy old man prepared to enter her.

Rabi took a step forward until his dick was touching her labia. He rubbed the head of his dick up and down her labia, her clit and even through her asscheek. Sunita's cunt and ass were now almost pulsating with desire, and the way she moved was a clear invitation if not an appeal for Rabi to take her. But Rabi was taking his time.

"Look at how dripping wet she is." Rabi said pointing to a big wet spot on the couch's armrest.

Finally he sopped moving his dick up and down and placed it at the entrance of her cunt. I was skeptical of her ability to take it in. It was obscenely thick, and Sunita would feel filled even when my dick entered her. So it was no surprise that the first couple of inches took some time going in. Sunita inhaled loudly and moaned as he pushed the behemoth in, her cunt lips wrapping around it.

"Oh sluts like these will pretend they can't handle it. But what they want is a big dick. I don;t care if you're Indian, Chinese or German. All women want a big dick to pump them." Rabi looked at me and said, and slid more of his dick inside. Now more than half of it was in Sunita who was grunting every time he pushed it in.

Rabi seemed to have decided that was as far as he wanted to push it in. He withdrew it a little and then started fucking her. The whole sight looked so perverse, it almost made me cum. My tall voluptuous wife, thrown over the couch with her hands on the floor, her boobs slapping against her chin with every stroke. And fucking her, a puny fat bald white man. His hairy ass rocked back and forth as he pummeled her. The wrinkly skin on his scrawny legs a stark contrast to her smooth milky legs. His hairy and flabby paunch rubbing against the curvature of her ample buttocks as they fucked made a small but audible scratching noise. It was heard only intermittently however, through the thuds of their thighs together.

Rabi then put both his hands on her shapely waist, moved forward and started banging her really hard and fast. He started grunting as he did that, and Sunita joined in with obscene sounding grunts of her own. Her boobs, hanging upside down, where now slapping against his chin really hard. And I noticed her nipples were more erect than I had ever seen them. Rabi moved his hands to her hips and held on tight as he started pounding my wife even harder. From her shrieks, she seemed to be enjoying every moment of it.

That was when I finally and fully came to terms with what was happening. My wife was being fucked like I had never been able to fuck her before. Sunita was a gorgeous woman who deserved the best kind of sex, which I hadn't been able to provide her. And my jealousy and paranoia in the past had been nothing but an oblique admission of my inability. Her being loyal to me would have been a waste of her god given looks and body. Maybe that's why I had not stopped these proceedings. Somewhere deep within, I knew that she needed this. She deserved this.

After what seemed like an eternity of fucking her like that, Rabi pulled his dick out. I thought he had cum, but that was far from the case. He stepped off the couch, his massive dick glistening with her pussy juices. He spanked her ass hard and said,

"Get up you dirty little slut!" Even in my state of shock and arousal I could not help but smile at the irony of this puny old codger calling her 'little'.

Sunita obediently took her palms off the floor and pulled herself into a standing position. Her skirt fell into place covering her pussy, and she stood there breathing hard staring at me. The look one her face was one I had never seen before - that of a wild animal in heat. Her eyes were burning with desire. There was drool all over her face. And her massive boobs were flushed and heaving with her breathing. She was staring in my direction but I don't know if she even registered my presence.

"Bedroom!" Rabi said and reached up to grab her hair. He pulled her behind him as he headed towards the suite's bedroom. As I said, she was a good half a foot taller than him so his pulling her by the hair made her bend down a little. Plus she was still wearing her heels. In threw steps, she stumbled and fell on all fours. But Rabi was in no mood to wait for her to get on her feet. He continued to drag her to the bedroom. Sunita followed the best she could, being dragged on her hand and feet. And I gazed in marvel at my wife's jiggling butt as she was led away, like the bitch in heat that she was, to the bedroom. -----

I got up and walked to the doorway of the bedroom. Rabi, in another surprising display of strength, had flung Sunita on to the bed. Rabi then got on the bed and almost ripped off her skirt and threw it to the floor. He then took her heels off and threw them to the floor as well.

Sunita's tall, shapely naked body was curled up on her side on the bed. Her hair looked disheveled. Her huge tits were heaving, taking her erect nipples with them. She had a glazed look on her face as she stared into nothingness. Rabi meanwhile took off his own shirt and shoes and got completely naked. All this while he was talking to me.

"You Indian men were blessed by god with such incredibly hot women. But you keep them subdued; force them to suppress their sexuality. What that does it turns them into sexual volcanoes ready to erupt any time they get some attention. Turns them into sluts waiting to be set free. That's what this little pixie is, isn't she? A slut. A volcanic slut."

Rabi got on the bed and spanked her ass really hard for the umpteenth time that night. Then he pushed her so she was on her back and lifted her legs by the knees so they were in the air. Her dripping pussy was on display as he held her long legs up like some logs of wood. Holding her legs like that, he continued with his monologue.

"This slut...or should I say whore...is slutty even by the standards of regular sluts. In my 61 years, I have never bedded a woman so easily. That too in front of her husband. What does that tell you, Sumit? Your wife has so willingly opened her legs for an ugly old fart like me. With you around. Can you imagine what she must be up to when you're not around?"

I looked at Sunita. But she seemed to be ignoring whatever he was saying. I watched in amazement at her hands which were between them, trying to reach for his erect dick which was inches away from her cunt.

"Haha, look at that. She is reaching for my dick. She hasn't had enough. When was the last time you fucked her, Sumit? And I mean REALLY TRULY fucked her like the whore she is? You should fuck her regularly or any guy who is willing to put in a few hours to chat her up and make her feel like a woman, will take her to bed"

I did not respond to Rabi's description of my wife, and neither did she. This night had convinced me that Sunita had indeed been screwing around behind my back. Rabi was right. My wife was a cock hungry slut, and I should not have expected her to be anything but.

Rabi smirked and pushed his hips forward to penetrate her as he placed her calves on his shoulder. Sunita moved her hips to accommodate him enthusiastically. He pushed his dick inside and started playing with her huge tits as they fucked. Another intensely perverted but erotic sight - my tall gorgeous wife laid out on her back, her long shapely legs on the wrinkly shoulder of this bald ugly geezer as he fucked her.

After a few minutes, he leaned forward, making Sunita's body bent in the waist almost to forty five degrees, and kept fucking her. I had by now grown immune to the animalistic grunts and moans both of them were letting out. They were engaged in the most primal form of coitus - fucking for the sake of fucking. Not once, I noted, had Rabi kissed Sunita's full beautiful lips. He was obviously interested in a different set of lips that he was now assaulting with his behemoth dick.

As Rabi's fucking picked up tempo, Sunita responded with louder grunts. The bed was shaking with the intensity of their raw fucking. Sunita moved her legs off Rabi's shoulder and wrapped them around his waist. I watched aghast as she locked her legs around and pulled him deeper into her. I realized that my wife had now taken all of Rabi's monster cock inside her. Will I ever be able to satisfy her in bed after this, I wondered.

Rabi responded to Sunita's legwork by ramming her cunt even harder. Minutes ticked by and I realized that it had been almost half an hour that this fucking had lasted. Was this man ever going to cum? He kept going and going. Their grunts kept getting deeper as well as louder. With each thrust, Rabi seemed to be planting his flag deeper and deeper into what was my territory.

Finally after what seemed like an eternity, Rabi flinched and let out a loud grunt as he increased the pace with which he battered my wife's cunt. Then his butt cheeks clenched, and so did Sunita's. It suddenly hit me - he was riding her bareback! No condom! And Sunita wasn't on the pill. He was shooting his seed into her - and judging by the amount of time he kept pumping, it must have been a lot of semen.

Rabi finished pumping his seed into her with a final hoarse grunt, and then collapsed on top of her. I could see his white chest hair mashing into my wife's delicious boobs. She kept her legs wrapped around his waist and hugged him in a tight embrace. The two of them lay there writhing and moaning for a couple of minutes, until they caught their breath. Rabi then, fir the first time that night, kissed my wife on her lips. It was a wet sloppy kiss - I could hear them drooling and salivating. The kissing went on for a few minutes.

Then Rabi tried to free himself from the grip of Sunita's legs which were still wrapped around him.

"No...please..." Sunita said in a pleading voice as she begged her new lover to stay with her.

"Yeah, in a minute, baby." Rabi said and freed himself. Sunita lay there with her legs open as Rabi stepped off the bed. I could see a river of cum oozing out of her cunt.

Rabi walked towards me, completely naked. His dick was semi-erect, but was still big enough to slap against his thighs as he walked. He walked past me and beckoned me to follow him. I mutely did. He poured two drinks and handed me one. He took his own and downed it in one big gulp. He put the glass down on the table with a thud and walked back towards the bedroom. I noticed how wrinkly and flabby his old man butt was.

Rabi stepped inside the suite bedroom and said to me,

"Finish the fucking drink and let yourself out."

With that he slammed the door shut. I sat down on the couch where he had first fucked my wife and started drinking.

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As I sipped my drink, I could hear muffled sounds of conversation and laughter through the door. That lasted for about ten minutes. After that conversation stopped. And a few minutes later, I could heard the faint sounds of my wife's moans. I finished my drink, and let myself out of the suite. I returned to our room, jacked off a couple of times and fell asleep.

I was woken by the sound of the door closing shut. I opened my eyes and saw Sunita walk in, fully dressed, with her purse. She put it on the table and laid down next to me silently. I thought of something to say but words failed me. After fifteen minutes of silence, I got up.

"I'm going to get ready and go to the casino floor." I said.

"Okay." Sunita calmly said. "I am going to take a nap."
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

My Slut Wife
last part


The next two days I saw little of Sunita. I spent my time in the casinos playing blackjack, and won about 20,000 dollars. She spent the day sleeping and spent nights and evenings with Rabi. Our last night in Nepal, I ran into them in the elevator and Rabi magnanimously invited me to the suite to watch, "as long as I didn't get in the way". In the room, I watched incredulously as Rabi threw my wife over the couch armrest like the first time, but buggered her in the ass this time. From the ease with which her asshole accommodated his giant dong, I surmised it wasn't the first time he had fucked her there.

Neither of us referred to what had happened on the flight back to Kolkata, nor when we got back home. We got back to our normal life as if nothing had happened. I came to terms with my being a willing cuckold and stopped pestering her about Rajiv. Now I knew that I was not enough for her. Although I never caught them in action and never asked Sunita to confirm it, I was sure they were having sex now. That is, if they weren't before.

What did change was sex life between us. I found my stamina and desire return and Sunita and I were now back to having sex almost every night. She was insatiable and I often wondered if I was able to fulfill 50% of her desires. But I didn't really care. My sex drive was back on track and that's all that mattered.

A month or so later, I came home to a surprising sight. Rajiv was sitting on our living room couch playing with Chintu. Sunita came out of the kitchen, saying Rajiv would stay for dinner as his son is staying in one of his relatives house.

Over dinner, with Chintu around, the conversation stayed polite and mundane. After dinner while Sunita put Chintu to bed, Rajiv and I sat in the living room sipping on brandy. I could not think of anything say, although I was dying to ask him - WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE???

Sunita came back to the room. Rajiv and I were sitting on different couches, and Sunita seemed to think for a few seconds before sitting down next to me. Then she dropped the bombshell. She was pregnant. I was a little astonished, although I guess I should have expected it after getting obvious hints that Rajiv and Sunita fucking regularly in my absence. Rajiv must be fucking her bareback and deposits his wad inside her fertile womb.

"Is it mine or his?" I asked. After our Nepal tripped, she and I had often fucked bareback.

"I don't know, the only thing matters to me is that it's mine." Sunita shrugged. Rajiv had a smug smile on his face.

"Or is it Ravi's?" I asked tartly. Rajiv let out a chuckle.

"I can get a paternity test done. That's why I invited Rajiv over. To talk about....what to do."

And the three of us talked it over. Rajiv said he didn't care. I said I didn't care whose it was either. I would consider it my own child. We spoke about it for a while and thrashed out the details. With that matter settled, I expected Rajiv to leave, but instead, Sunita led him to our guest room. She then joined me in our bedroom and slept snuggled next to me. But when I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, her side of the bed was empty.


The baby came two weeks three weeks after schedule. When Rajiv came to the hospital to see it, he joked that the baby had to be his - he was known for never coming too early. But the baby was definitely his. The curl black hair, the brown eyes, the odd shape of the forehead - I knew I would be bringing up Rajiv's son as my own
(The End)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Wife sharing with my doctor

Part1


My wife is originally from India. When I married her, she was in her early twenties and her family had just immigrated to the US. Having been raised in a conservative background, she was always very shy about her body. I was always looking for ways to make her less inhibited. I wanted her to wear more revealing clothes, and to show off more of her body. I always found it a turn-on to have other men look at her. She had a slim, tight body and never failed to get attention from men wherever she went.

I had to transfer to a new job a few years after our marriage. As part of the transfer, I had to switch to a new HMO and had to select a primary doctor for my wife and I. I looked through the list of doctors with their pictures provided by my insurance company and picked out a white male doctor and signed him up as my wife's doctor.

My wife had to make a preliminary visit to see him just to get the paperwork done. She was a little uneasy about going to him because up until then she had only been to female doctors, both in India and in the US. I did not tell her that I had picked out the doctor for her. She thought that she was assigned to him at random. On the first visit, she had to fill out some forms and the doctor asked her about her medical and family history. After she came back from the visit, she told me all about the doctor and mentioned that he seemed like a very friendly guy.

Afterwards, I sent her to see the doctor a few times, usually for minor allergy problems that she used to have occasionally. He usually asked her to come back for another visit to follow-up on the medication she was taking. He also asked her to schedule a complete physical, but she was nervous about it and kept postponing it. I was quite excited by the idea and tried to encourage her to have the physical. She then confessed to me that she thought the doctor was starting to flirt with her during her office visits. She said that he commented on her looks and figure, and often asked personal questions. I told her that it seemed harmless to me and that she should have the physical if she thought that he was a good doctor.

My wife visited him several more times but she never made an appointment for her physical. After a few months, I happened to meet the doctor at the lobby of his clinic when I went to pick up my wife after one of her visits. He was a very impressive guy, tall and fit, with a firm handshake and a friendly smile. He looked older than he did in his photograph; he was probably in his mid-forties. After I talked with him about my wife's allergies for a while, I happened to mention to him that she was a good cook. He said that he was fond of Indian food, and would like to try her cooking sometime. I offered that he was welcome to come over for dinner to our house sometime. To my surprise, he took me up on the offer.

The doctor came over to see us the following weekend. My wife wasn't very happy that I had invited him home, but she still cooked a big meal for him. When he came over, she was wearing a simple ankle-length skirt and blouse, and she had her long hair tied in a knot. She was very petite and slim, and looked almost like a teenager. During dinner, I caught the doctor often stealing appreciative glances at her body. He complimented my wife on her cooking, and then continued to compliment her on her looks and figure. He said that he found Indian girls to be very attractive. My wife started blushing and it seemed like she was starting to like the attention she was getting from him.

He asked me more questions about her and how I met and married her. I told him truthfully that she was a virgin when I married her, and that she had not been with any other guy before or since. My wife blushed deeply when I said it, and pretended to be angry with me. I was starting to get turned on by my wife's embarrassment and decided to take this as far as I could.

After we finished dinner, he spotted a family picture of my wife on the wall. She was wearing a sari in the photo. He told her that she looked lovely in the photo, and said that he would have liked to see her wearing a sari. I asked my wife to go and change to a sari. She was reluctant, but I insisted and she left us to go and change. I poured the doctor a drink, and we went to the living room to watch some TV. We continued to talk about my wife, and he said that I was a lucky man to have a wife as attractive as her. I thanked him for the compliment and told him that my wife had told me good things about him and that I was glad to have him as her doctor. Somehow I was getting turned on by the idea that he was obviously attracted to my wife who was much younger than him.
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My wife joined us after a while wearing a beautiful red sari and stood before us. He immediately went to her to have a closer look. My wife had untied her long flowing hair. It reached nearly till her hips, and covered much of her back. He held her hair up with both hands to look at the sari closely. Since her blouse was cut low in the back, much of her shoulder was bare. She started blushing again, very aware of the show she was giving to both of us.

He then asked her how the sari is worn, and I explained that most of it is wrapped around her waist and one end is placed over the shoulder. He was surprised that there were no buttons or snaps to hold it in place, and gently lifted the end of the sari that was covering her shoulder and moved it away from her body. The small blouse that she wore under the sari was tight and made of very thin cloth and the outline of her bra and the shape of her breasts were clearly visible. She didn't expect him to do this so quickly, and she protested mildly, folding her arms across her breasts to cover up. I told her not to be shy since he is her doctor. She reluctantly dropped her hands giving him a good look at her figure.

My wife has relatively small breasts, but they were firm and well shaped, and a hint of her perky nipples was visible from even under her bra. The blouse was cut low in the front as well, and a little bit of her cleavage was visible. The blouse reached just below her breasts and her midriff was bare. She always wore her sari below her waistline, and since she had a very small waist, her navel and belly looked gorgeous above the folds of the sari.

He then dropped the end of the sari to the floor, and asked her to turn around, to give us a view from all sides. I already had a boner and was starting to wonder how far this would go. He asked her what she wore under the sari. She first blushed and pretended to be mad at him for asking, but then told him she wore a skirt. He knelt beside her and slowly raised the lower folds of the sari to reveal a little of her petticoat (underskirt) in matching red. He lifted her skirt to her knee, exposing the smooth skin of her calves. He then playfully asked her what she had on under the skirt. She didn't answer him, but she blushed deeply. He pretended to put a hand up her skirt, but she wiggled free of his grasp and got away from him. She looked flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. He let her go, and we sat down again.

She then re-adjusted her sari and sat on the couch next to where we were sitting. I asked the doctor about the medication she was taking. He said that he had recommended a full physical for my wife, but that she had failed to schedule an appointment. He looked disapprovingly at my wife, and she started stammering an apology. I asked him what kind of tests she needed to have done. He said that she would need a basic exam and some special tests based on her medical and family history.
He then asked me whether we use birth control and if I wanted to get my wife started on birth control pills. I told him that we had been using condoms till then and that it would be a great idea for her to start taking pills since neither of us liked condoms much. My wife turned red as the conversation turned very intimate. The doctor said that he would have to give her a pelvic exam and a breast exam before he could write a prescription and offered to make an appointment at his clinic for a physical for her the next week. My wife seemed nervous upon hearing this but she did not have much choice at this point.

I told him that my wife was embarrassed about having a physical from a male doctor, but that it was perfectly OK by me. He said that it is quite normal to be nervous during a physical the first time, but that I was welcome to accompany her during the exam if it would help make her more comfortable. This sounded very exciting to me and I eagerly agreed. I joked with him later about how nice it was to be able to see many girls naked as part of his work. He admitted that it was interesting for him, but that most of his female patients were old women and it was nice to have a pretty girl like my wife to be his patient. My wife blushed upon hearing this and she seemed pleased to hear the compliment.

The doctor called us the next day to confirm the appointment for my wife's physical a few days later. It was unusual that he was handling the appointment himself instead of letting his office do it. It was clear to me that he was quite eager to have her in for the physical. I was eagerly looking forward to it as well. On the day of her physical, my wife spent considerable time getting ready, and I noticed that she had groomed herself meticulously. She wore a floral blouse and a flowing skirt that reached just above her ankles. She wore her best makeup and perfume and had given herself a manicure and a pedicure. I could tell that she was nervous and a little excited at the same time.

At the clinic, we were taken to the examination room where a nurse came in first and measured her height and weight and then took her temperature, pulse and blood pressure. She then left and then the doctor came in to talk to us briefly. After some small talk, he pointed to the gown provided by the clinic and told my wife that she could change into the gown if she wanted to, or she could just keep her street clothes on if she was more comfortable that way. He then left us, presumably to give her time to change. My wife looked at the skimpyThe doctor came back after a few minutes. He was his usual friendly self and he kept up the small talk as he started examining her. He first checked her eyes, ears and throat. He examined her neck and shoulders, and listened to her heart and lungs with a stethoscope. He then asked her to lie on her back on the examining table, and raised her blouse till her abdomen was fully exposed. He started feeling up her abdomen firmly with his fingers. My wife trembled slightly at his touch. He explained as he examined her liver, spleen and other internal organs thoroughly, at times inserting his finger under the waistband of her skirt and panties. He then asked her to turn over to lie on her stomach. He raised her blouse to the middle of her back, and examined her kidneys and spine.

He then asked my wife to get up and undress to her waist for her breast exam. She hesitated a bit, and then sat up on the table and started undoing the snaps on the front of her blouse. I helped her to remove it off her shoulders, revealing a lacy black bra. She undid the snaps at the back of the bra, took it off and sat up, with her hands crossed in her lap. Her embarrassment at sitting topless in front of the two of us was obvious. She looked very attractive and vulnerable at the same time. My wife has nicely shaped breasts with perky dark nipples, which stood out clearly. He asked her to raise her right hand and then started checking her right breast. With his bare hands, he felt up her underarm and all around her breast in a circular motion with three fingers pressing the flesh of her breasts. He asked her if she ever had a discharge from her nipple. She said no, but he still pressed a finger on her nipple, bending it to one side and lightly squeezing it. He then lowered her arm. He repeated the same with her left breast, while holding up her left hand over her head with his other hand. He asked her if she ever did breast self-exams and she said no. He said that she should do them regularly in the same way that he just did, and placed his hand again on her breast to show her the area to cover.

He told her she could put her clothes back on. I watched as my wife put her bra back on and then I helped her with her blouse. He then told her that he would do the pelvic exam next, and that she could keep her skirt on and just remove her underwear. She blushed upon hearing this, and reluctantly got down from the table. She then awkwardly reached under her skirt to lower her panties. As she stepped out of them, I noticed that they were lacy black panties that matched her bra. He helped her to get up on the table and asked her to lie down and then slide down the table. He raised her skirt to the waist and gently spread her knees apart. He lifted each of her feet onto the supports on the examination table . He then switched on the spotlight directly above the examination table. My wife's legs, thighs and pubic area were completely exposed, and her light brown skin glowed in the spotlight. Her pussy was very smooth and cleanly shaven, which is the way she usually kept it. It seemed that she had waxed or shaved her legs especially well for her exam, because she did not have a single hair visible anywhere.

After talking briefly about pelvic exams, he spread her pussy lips gently apart. He ran his finger along the outer labia and spread them open a little. He spread a drop of lubricant on his fingers and inserted his index finger into her pussy gently. I thought it was unusual that he did not wear gloves as I had expected. He explained what he was doing as he went on examining her insides for a while. Her pussy lips were slightly moist and I noticed that his finger too was moist when he withdrew them. He explained that he was going to examine her cervix. He rolled one finger around her cervix and pressed it lightly against it. My wife squirmed a little, but he continued. He then also added his middle finger and I watched excitedly as his fingers disappeared inside her pussy. He said that he was trying to check her uterus and ovaries for any abnormalities. He had big hands and I found it very arousing to see two of his fingers inserted up to the third knuckle inside her pussy. He twisted his fingers around inside her pussy, checking it from every direction. With his fingers inside her pussy, he felt up her hairless pubic area with his left hand, pressing down firmly with his fingers. gown and decided against wearing it.
He then got a speculum and gradually inserted it in her while holding her pussy lips apart with the other hand. She winced when she felt the cold material entering her. I was amazed at the view he had of my wife, with her legs spread obscenely apart and her cleanly shaven pussy on display, held open with the speculum so that he could see deep inside her pussy. The insides of her pussy looked very moist and pink. My wife looked a little uncomfortable and nervous, but it seemed that she had gotten over her initial embarrassment. He checked her cervix closely with the speculum, and took a sample for a Pap smear test.

He then said that he would next check her rectum for hemorrhoids or other abnormalities. She had clearly not expected this and neither had I. He removed her feet from the supports and asked her to turn over and lie on her stomach. I watched excitedly as she turned over and he raised her skirt to expose her buttocks and thighs completely. She has a nicely rounded bottom, and it was a stunning sight to watch my wife's ass being so clearly exposed in the spotlight. He separated her legs a bit till her anal area and even her pussy was clearly exposed. He left her in this embarrassing position to go to the cupboard to get a pair of latex gloves. He put on the gloves, then squeezed out some lubricant and smeared some on his gloved index finger. He spread her butt cheeks apart with his left hand and inserted his index finger gently into her ass. My wife gasped and grabbed the edge of the table tightly as she was not used to any anal contact. He told her to relax her muscles as he inserted the finger all the way in and rolled it around inside her. He continued to check for about a minute. When he was done, he took some tissue and wiped the excess lubricant from her anal area.

He wrapped up the rest of the exam in another few minutes. After he was done, he helped her get down from the table. She put her panties back on and sat up on the table. He explained more about the birth control pills, gave her some free samples, and asked her to start taking the pills every day. He told us to use condoms for another month because it would take a few weeks for the pill to be effective.

I found the whole procedure quite arousing and couldn't wait to get back home to fuck her. When we got home, I was pleasantly surprised to find her to be quite responsive to my caresses. As I entered her, I found her to be as wet as she had ever been.

After a couple of days, my wife called me at work one evening and excitedly told me that the doctor had called to tell her that her test results were normal. She had talked to him for a while on the phone, and he had ended up inviting himself for dinner. He was on his way to our house and she was cooking dinner in a hurry.

I deliberately stayed at work for another hour and took my time getting home. When I got home, I found them in the kitchen. He was tasting the food she had prepared. My wife's face was all red, and it seemed like there was some intense flirting going on. We had a nice dinner and I found that our conversation had become much more intimate no doubt partly because he had seen my wife naked just a couple of days ago. He asked us if we were still using condoms as he had told us to. I told him that we have been using condoms every day. My wife blushed at the implication of what I said. He told her that she would probably enjoy sex more after we stop using condoms, because she would be able to feel it better. This kind of talk was turning me on, although my wife was painfully embarrassed. I told him that we sometimes have sex without a condom when it is a safe time of the month for her. I said that she likes it better when we do it without a condom, but that I do not come inside her for fear of her becoming pregnant.

He then asked me if she enjoys sex. I told him that she usually does not come during sex, but she climaxes easily when I finger her or when I go down on her. My wife was so embarrassed she covered her face with her hands, but we ignored her. He asked next if we use a lubricant or whether she has enough natural lubrication. I said that we usually use some lubricant, but that we don't need it if I caress her long enough, because then she gets quite wet.

He then asked me if I wanted him to check her out to make sure everything was all right. He had a slightly evil grin on his face that told me that he wanted to more than just check her. It sounded good to me however, and I told him to go ahead. He got up and sat next to her on the couch. He put his arm around her and gave her a hug and a quick kiss on her lips. She looked at me like she couldn't believe what he was doing, but I told her it was all right. He asked me again if it was OK to kiss her and I smiled to indicate my approval. He held her head with both his hands and started kissing her in earnest. I thought it was best to leave them alone for a minute, so I excused myself pretending to go to the bathroom.

When I came back, he had picked her up and placed her on his lap, and he was still kissing her deeply. She had her eyes closed and mouth open. His tongue was exploring her mouth and she seemed to be melting in his arms. I wasn't bothered at all by this and in fact found it very sexy to watch them together. I dimmed the lights and sat on a chair at the other end of the room and watched them intently. I watched as he held her head with one hand, and put his other hand under her top to caress her breasts over her bra. I could tell that my wife was very excited and she seemed to tremble at his touch. Very soon he raised her hands to remove her top over her head, and then slowly unhooked the thin white bra she had on and let it fall to the floor. She seemed giddy with excitement, and eagerly opened her mouth again as he continued to kiss her.
I could barely believe that my wife was sitting topless on another man's lap, but the sight was incredibly exciting to me. He was more than a foot taller than my wife, and she looked very tiny next to him.

He then got up, lifted her off his lap and laid her on her back on the couch. He then knelt on the floor beside her, and kissed her passionately on her mouth, and then moved down her body, covering her neck, breasts and belly with kisses. My wife seemed to be in another world altogether, and was responding to his touches with giggles and moans that seemed to excite him even more. He slipped one hand under her skirt and started feeling up her thighs. Her skirt had ridden up to her thighs showing her legs and bare feet. Her toenails were painted pink, and her feet looked very shapely and delicate. He started kissing and licking her feet and legs, tickling the soles of her feet mercilessly for a couple of minutes as she laughed and thrashed about uncontrollably. He then reached under her skirt and lowered her panties and removed them, as she lifted her buttocks to allow him to take them off.

He resumed kissing her neck and boobs and licking her nipples with his tongue. He slipped his hand up her skirt again. She started squirming and it was clear that he had a finger or two in her pussy. He continued fingering her for several minutes while he went back and forth between her nipples. Finally he withdrew his finger. It was dripping wet. He tasted her juices and then suggestively slipped the finger in her mouth and made her lick her own juices.

He then turned to where I was sitting, and asked me if I could give him a condom. I hadn't expected things to proceed this fast, but I went to the bedroom, got one and gave it to him. I guess this was his way of asking my permission to fuck her. My wife seemed surprised by this as well, but before she had time to think, he gave the condom to her. He then unbuckled his belt, lowered his jeans and revealed a very visible erection within his jockey shorts. He then motioned to my wife to put the condom on him. She hesitated for a second and looked at me and I told her to go ahead. My wife got down, knelt on the floor and then lowered his underwear with his help. His cock was very stiff and pointed almost straight up with a prominent pink head. She struggled to get the condom packet opened, and then tried to put it on him. She had never put on a condom before since I always did it myself. She fumbled with his cock and the condom for a while, trying to get it on. His cock was thicker and longer than mine, and I was fascinated to watch her handling his cock. After she was done, he stepped out of his jeans and shorts, and laid her on her back on the carpeted floor and lifted up her skirt all the way, revealing her smooth thighs and pubic area. He placed a cushion under her butt to position her pussy at the right height.
He kissed her briefly on her pussy and flicked his tongue over her clit. Her brown pussy lips looked moist and inviting. He then parted her legs, folding them at the knees and raised them till her knees were above her chest. He knelt beside her and entered her effortlessly. He started with slow, deep strokes. My wife bit her lower lip and closed her eyes, wincing occasionally when he thrust deeply into her. I could not see her pussy clearly from where I was sitting, but it was incredibly erotic to watch her with her legs spread widely apart, and his butt bobbing up and down between her legs. His skin looked very pale against the golden brown complexion of her legs. He kept this up for a while and then started thrusting harder and faster, causing my wife to let out a grunt as he entered her each time. She was not used to this, because I was usually much more gentle with her. I suspected that it was hurting her a little, but she did not say anything or to try to stop him. She was also breathing faster and started to sweat a little.





(To be continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Wife sharing with my doctor

Last Part
He continued thrusting harder, occasionally stopping to catch his breath. He clearly had a lot more endurance than I did, and it took quite a while for him to come. As he was coming, he started grunting loudly and thrust into her ever more vigorously. After he was finished, he rolled over to the side and they snuggled for a while, completely ignoring me. He rolled her over on top of him and made her bounce on his softening cock until it slipped out of her. My wife seemed tired and sweaty and had a look that said that she had been very well fucked. He asked her to remove the condom from his cock and she disposed it off. He then asked for a napkin. She grabbed a napkin from the end table and wiped off his cock, which was covered in his cum. I was surprised because she had never done this for me. She then gathered her clothes and ran to the bathroom to clean up. As the doctor put his underwear and jeans back on he told me that he thought my wife was very sexy and that he really enjoyed making love to her. When my wife came back, he kissed her passionately again. He soon left thereafter.


My wife was a little nervous after he left, worrying about what she had done, and wondering whether anyone would find out. I assured her that it was OK with me, and that the doctor would be discreet about this (which he was).

The doctor called my wife again the next week to chat, and asked if he could stop by again. When she asked me about it, I happily agreed. I found that my wife didn't seem to object anymore either, and had in fact already invited him to visit again.

He showed up the following weekend with a bouquet of flowers for my wife, which of course pleased her very much. He gave her a big hug and a kiss on her lips as he came in.

Just we she started serving dinner, he made her take off her blouse and bra and told her that he wanted to enjoy looking at her breasts for the rest of the evening. My wife reluctantly agreed. I found it a huge turn-on to watch her topless as we sat at the dinner table. I opened a wine bottle and made sure that all of us had a couple of glasses to drink.

After dinner, he immediately started cuddling with her. This time he undressed her fully and he also got completely naked. They cuddled naked on the couch for a while. He had a nice build and it was clear that he kept in good shape. He was taller and quite bigger than me. He had broad shoulders, a hairy chest and strong arms, all of which my wife seemed to like.

He then picked up my wife and made her sit on his lap and started nibbling on her tits. He put her down on the floor and sat up straight on the couch, took her hand and placed his cock in it. He motioned her to come closer to his cock and my wife understood that he wanted her to suck him. My wife had given me blowjobs a few times before, but only as a prelude to sex. He caressed her hair and brought her head closer to his cock, and she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock.

She had deep red lipstick on and it was a wonderful sight to see my wife kneeling on the floor and taking his cock into her mouth. He was circumcised, and his cock looked very different from mine because of his white skin, the bulbous pink head, and the light brown hair that covered his pubic area. He instructed her to do various things with her mouth, like licking up and down the length of his cock, flicking her tongue across the head of his cock, and kissing the underside of his cock and his testicles. He would then again have her take his cock into her mouth with her lips wrapped tightly around it, with his hands guiding her head up and down the length of his cock. She got the hang of it quickly and started doing it without his help, holding onto the base of his cock with her thumb and index finger. When he was close to coming, he would stop her and ask her to lick around and below his cock. This was repeated several times, until his cock was covered in her saliva and smeared lipstick.
Unlike the first day, I sat very close to them this time, so I had a very clear view of all this. When he finally started coming, his cock was still inside her mouth, but he pulled out quickly and his cum fell on her chin, neck and breasts. She acted like she was grossed out, but he made her hold his cock and pump him until the last few drops came out. He then made her kiss his cock again. He was starting to go soft again, but he asked her to continue to lick his cock till he was hard again.

When he was erect again, he fucked her on the living room floor as he had done before. This time he didn't use a condom, and came inside her when he finished. She then ran to the bathroom to clean up, and came back after a while with a damp cloth and wiped off the cum and her juices from his cock.

From then onwards, we saw him on several weekends. He would stop by on a Friday normally. He would always bring a nice gift for my wife, including expensive items like jewelry occasionally. Sometimes he would stay overnight and leave the next morning.

He got her to do many things she had never tried before. He liked to be quite aggressive with her and treated her more roughly than I ever did. She didn't seem to mind it much, and I let him push her around a little bit. He clearly enjoyed the power he had over her, and especially seemed to like to take her in front of me. His favorite was to do her doggy style on the floor, or to have her sit on his cock and ride him. She had done neither of these before. He would usually make her face me, so that I could see the expressions on her face. It sometimes took him a while to get an erection. Usually she had to suck him for sometime to get him up. But once he was up he took a long time to come. He taught her to rub her clit as she was riding his cock, and she learned to get herself off this way. He also got her gradually to let him come in her mouth. She first used to spit out his cum, but eventually he got her to swallow most of it as her came in her mouth.

When he stayed over, he would sleep in our bed with us with my wife in the middle usually wearing only a T-shirt and panties. He would spend much time cuddling with her, and would usually fuck her in the morning as I lay next to them watching. When he took a shower in the morning, he would take her with him to the shower and have her soap, wash and dry him off. She was happy to go along with his demands and I didn't mind it much either.

We also went to his place several times. He had a nice condo in the city. He had a well-stocked bar and he liked to play drinking games with my wife, usually getting her very drunk. She gets drunk easily and is a lot of fun when she is drunk. We made up several silly games designed so that my wife would lose and would have to take off her clothes or perform various sex acts on him or me. He had a small collection of porn movies that we watched together. My wife had never seen any before and it was an eye-opener for her. We got her to try to imitate some of the girls in the movies.

We never did a threesome. Sometimes he would ask her to suck me or to have me fuck her while he just watched us. I always preferred to watch them do it. Those days I used to fuck her almost everyday, so I didn't mind holding back on those days when saw the doctor. It was very exciting for me to watch my wife with another guy, especially an older white guy who really seemed to get off on doing it with a shy, married Indian girl.

We continued this for several months, after which we had to move to a nearby town and saw him less often. My wife continued to see him as her doctor for a couple more years. He even continued to do my wife's annual exams. Of course, I always went with her for her exams and they never failed to arouse me.

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HOUSEWIFE WANTS A BABY

PART1

She was at her husbands works annual party again, this was the 3rd year and she loved it, Sunil, her husband was well thought of and a rising star, he was assistant to the deputy MD and knew if he kept his nose clean and his work and success rate up he was a shoe in for the deputy's job when he retired in 6 months time.

Then the next thing would be to make sure was in line for the top job in a few years time, he was only 36 and brighter by far than any other possible contender for the job he was after.

He had told his wife that their future was secure almost, just the final push and he would be there, and then as far as he was concerned it would be easy street for her, and she was happy, in a way.

Her only problem was lack of children, they had both had tests and it all came back clear as a bell, no issues, both had their reproductive organs in top order, but nothing ever happened. She never got even close to pregnancy, no late periods, nothing, and it was burning her up inside.

They went to all the clinics, did all the things they were supposed to, fucked like rabbits in her most fertile time, and nothing, fucking nothing!And more to the point at nearly 40 years of age her biological clock was ticking louder and louder.

She was being unfair she knew, but she was secretly blaming her husband, she loved him but she wanted a baby, a family and he wasn't firing the right bullets as far as she was concerned now. She was one of 5 in her family so she knew her side was okay, he was an only child, a late one at that, so it stood to reason that her parents had been lucky to conceive.

Her next fertile period was a just over a week away, she was already hoping for it to happen, but now she was stressing herself which wasn't good for her if she wanted to catch on, she had even said to herself if we don't get it right this time, I'm gonna look
elsewhere! She admonished herself for this bad thought.

Sunil himself was stressing too, he was finding it harder and harder to perform in the way he wanted to, he too wanted a family and had even stupidly mentioned adoption, Deepali had gone ballistic last week when he brought it up.

They had gone to all the specialists they could, the money they were spending was astronomical, and it was worrying too, he had gone to the company doctor and poured his heart out, he even asked Deepali to see her, just to see if the doctor could advise them of something new. Deepali had told the female doctor in a private moment that she would do almost anything to get pregnant, the doctor too had done all she could, she even talked it over with her husband who was also an employee at their firm.

He was a manager of the site fields division and had a respected position but even he knew he would never attain Sunil's aspirations, but it didn't bother him, he wasn't a very materialistic kind of man and neither was his wife, and they was more than happy with their lot.

They had an open marriage and were quite happy, they had tried other partners and enjoyed it, gone to a few swing clubs etc, but were always honest about it and each was informed of possible escapades as they liked to call them.

The doctor had talked over the problem of Sunil and his wife Deepali with her husband Sushant although she would never mention it to another soul she was already breaking her Hippocratic vows to discuss it with her husband, but it was good to bounce ideas off each other.

Ankita, who was a lovely auburn haired 43 year old, the same age as her husband Sushant, talked at length about it, and Sushant laughingly had said, 'maybe I should give her a go!'

'Maybe you should Sushant, I have an idea she might be susceptible to a seduction, if it was done properly?' Ankita had said.

'She is a beautiful woman Ankita I think I might, wouldn't you mind too much? She is also a fellow workers wife too Ankita?' Sushant asked. 'Not me lover, just make sure I know all the details okay? And maybe I can deflect her husband while you make the attempt,' Ankita said.

Sushant was a good looking man, over 6ft, broad shouldered didn't drink a lot, never smoked and had an aura about him that he had found through his wonderful wife to be a very good aphrodisiac when it came to women, and virility was part of his armor, he was also a very charismatic man, women warmed to him subconsciously, and that's how their life was formed, after training himself, he was able to seduce a fair amount of them, and Ankita also found it easy to have her way with men of her choosing.

He had met the beautiful Deepali a few times and had always lusted after her and always made sure to chat with her on her own if he could, and always left her with the definite impression that she was on his wanted list, but as she was a fellow employee's wife; he and Ankita had decided those employees and their wives were on a very definite no no list, but not now.

Deepali was slender woman who could walk down a street and practically stop traffic if she was dressed up, and was even stunning if she wasn't, her hair was bouncy, and light shone through it, it was naturally glossy but she took great care with it, it was worn lengthy and she also loved to pile it on top of her beautiful head and wear dangly fashionable earrings.

It gave her extra height of around 5ft 8" and added 3 or 4 inches, in her heels she would seem to tower over others, she was dressed like it tonight, her make up was perfect, not too brash, and just right for the demure woman she liked to portray.

Her lovely face was set off by her appearance; a long slender shapely neck gave her poise, to her slightly sloping shoulders, her arms were flawless as was the rest of her body, not a blemish was in sight, her long evening gown was made of silk and it clung and swayed to her gorgeous body when she moved, she was the envy of every man there, and some of the women too.

She was full breasted but not overly, her nipples were lovely nuts of sensitive texture that would try her patience sometimes even when unbidden they would arouse her without warning, they pointed out and up, not down like lots of women.

Slim waisted on sensual hips, long legs that went on forever, even naked she could and did look alluringly beautiful and many men had tried to seduce her, but she had fought off all the attempts to bed her.

At the party that night Sushant planned his slow seduction of Deepali, he and Ankita had decided to let her get Sunil to one side, and allow Sushant a free ride at her and try and find a way in, his first action was to make sure her glass always had wine in it.

They chatted a lot, went their different ways a few times so no one would see them together too much, her believing he was a perfect gentleman, and he hoping like hell he was on the right path, her perfume and dazzling smile was intoxicating.

It was late in the night around midnight that he ended up chatting again after a dance with Deepali and was sat on a sofa. When Sushant mentioned the fact that he knew they were childless and asked if it was intentional to not have a family, because he was absolutely certain that she would be a fantastic mother, everything about her shouted she should be a mother that he could see it in her eyes that she was made for it.

He had said all this knowing they were trying desperately, and wanted to hit her right in her heart, he was trying to get her to open up and let him in, to give info about her situation, but didn't allow her to respond until he had said all he had prepared himself to say.

He awaited her response quietly, her eyes clouded over and because she had had a bit to drink it loosened her tongue a little and she blurted out as tears filled her gorgeous eyes that they were trying so hard to conceive, and she was desperate to be a mother, she would do anything for a baby, and she was at a loss as to what to do next.

He apologized for her distress and asked her to walk outside for some fresh air, she looked for her husband, but Sushant knew Ankita had moved him somewhere,.As they passed through the French windows Sushant took her lightly by the elbow so as not
to alarm her, he guided her gently to a quiet corner on the large balcony that over looked the moonlit sea, it was a fabulous view.

They talked and Sushant gently probed her about her problems and she dabbed at her eyes to dry the tears and not allow her mascara to run, he was a considerate listener and before long she was telling him everything, he took her in his arms and shushed her softly, her heart was breaking from the need of her own baby.

He held himself to her so she could feel his erection touching her leg but he didn't drive it at her, he wanted her to know that it was mans natural reaction when holding such a beautiful creature that a hard on was to be expected.
She did know, and she did realize it, but didn't pull away because she knew he was acting in a normal way, and anyway she liked it.Sushant was in heaven he was almost there, maybe not tonight right here right now, but maybe the next time, there would be a next time because he was going to call her and talk some more about her problem.

He slowly leaned back from her but carefully leaving his prick nestled against her, and looked into her beautiful brown eyes, and said the words that would seal the deal or kill it in one fell swoop. He knew it was a chance he was taking, but one he felt was right to take in this moment in her hopeful seduction.

He whispered to her softly while steadfastly holding her gaze, she was partly mesmerized by his eyes as she gazed back at him and waited for what he had to say.'There are other definite ways to give yourself every chance to have the baby you so desire
Deepali,' he told her. He pulled her gently back into his warm safe arms and waited while his words sank in.
It took all of 20 seconds before she moved her body voluntarily or involuntarily against his, he wasn't sure yet. She tipped head up and met his eyes again, 'what do you mean Sushant?' she whispered.

She knew exactly what he had meant; he knew that, she was bidding for time to respond properly.'You know what I mean Deepali, you are a beautiful sensual gorgeous woman that needs fulfillment in her life, fulfillment that only your own baby can bring,' he said, without saying he wanted to fuck her, he wanted her to get the message that he was only wanting to help her in her desperate quest.

His words hit right at the centre of her being, her next words sealed it, although she was unaware she was being manipulated by this lovely sexual tender man, because she felt she had at last found someone who understood her needs and her dreaded fears, and on top of that it was a man too, which took her by surprise and unknowingly fuelled her fire of need, it then came into his mind that not only was it his wish to fuck her and fuck her often, he wanted to give her the baby she so wanted.

'But Sushant, I'm married how can you help me?' she was unknowingly giving in, it would still take a little work on his part but he knew if he played his cards right, she would submit, and he would fuck her whenever he wanted to.

'Yes Deepali I know you are married, but you wanting a baby has nothing to do with being married, it's your inalienable right to have children, and I know I can help you achieve that goal honey,' his cock was still gently wedged in between her legs and was licking at her pussy, she moaned and he knew he was almost there now.

'Oh Sushant, oh Sushant,' she whispered against his chest. He bent his head and kissed her neck and slowly moved his perfect teeth across her bare shoulder, she shivered moaned and moved against him, unwittingly pushing against his fully erect prick.

He tipped her head up with his fingers and kissed her softly, powerfully and sweetly she responded to him, he looked about him and spotted a gazebo 20 yards away in the grounds of the hotel and without any hesitation, took her small hand and pulled her after him, she went with him in a daze of arousal, desire and the urgent need to be made pregnant, any thoughts of her marriage and her husband was washed away by this overriding need for full womanhood.

They were there in seconds, he kissed her some more, fondled her super aroused sensitive tits and pulled her dress up her smooth legs, it slipped up easily, while he guided her hands to his prick to keep her suspended in this irretrievable state she was in now.

She stroked it, grasped it and moaned loudly into his mouth, he felt for her pussy, and snapped her panties away in a ripping motion, he stood her against the railing to help support her and putting his hand under her knee lifted it and pushed leg around his back, she did so and her foot pressed into his back while her knee was up under his arm, pulling open his pants he drove his prick into her in one throbbing hit.

'Oh Sushant, Sushant please,' she wailed quietly, 'make me pregnant Sushant please?' She was begging him; her need for it overwhelmed her.He drove into without thought for her, he wanted to fuck her so bad, so hard, and he succeeded, it never took very long before he shot his load into her but it did the business for her, she followed his lead and came straight after he did, her body exploded internally as her orgasm tightened its grip on her.

'There now my beautiful darling,' he whispered into her ear, 'that was the first load, you'll get as much as you need until you start to swell baby.'He helped her redress herself, zipped up his own pants and said, 'come on Deepali we have to get back before we are missed.' 'Yes Sushant,' she said, but not before beautiful woman gave him a loving kiss and saying, 'thank you for that.'
They hurried back just in time to see Sunil and Ankita appear at the opposite side of the room, Sushant and Ankita exchanged knowing looks.
Deepali dashed off to the ladies room followed by Ankita, both to clean themselves up, leaving Sushant and Sunil at the bar. but Sushant was fine and got them both drinks, Sushant chatted about this and that until Sunil relaxed at last.

Ankita and Deepali appeared, Sushant immediately took charge so they could all settle down.Sushant looked at Deepali knowing her panties were in his pocket, and she, knowing it too gave Sushant a look that said she was okay and happy about things.

As the party broke up and everyone made their way out Sushant sidled up to Deepali and stroked her soft toned arse and whispered, 'I'll call you on Monday baby okay?' 'Yes Sushant,' she murmured back, 'I'll await your call, and Sushant? Thank you for tonight.' She glided and flowed away from them with Sushant's eyes on her arse and flowing body, his cock gave an almighty jerk at the sight.

Ankita's voice brought him out of his reverie, 'so you got it all then Sushant, it must have been too easy honey? Were you a little disappointed?' she asked him. 'No Ankita it wasn't easy,' he said, 'it took a great deal of sacrifice for her, but there again she
didn't know who she was dealing with my darling!' He laughed to her as he hugged her tightly, 'come, lets go home.

That night because of the sublime quick fuck she had gotten from Sushant and the wine, she slept like a baby.

In the morning she awoke to see Sunil leaving the bedroom to go to work even though it was Saturday, she had momentarily forgotten about Sushant, but not when she rolled over onto her stomach, she suddenly remembered what she had done, and after a moments regret and sorrow for being unfaithful, her thoughts turned to why she had let Sushant fuck her, it was because she wanted a baby.

She would never love Sushant like she loved her Sunil, but she knew she would let him fuck

her and become her lover for as long as he wanted to, if she became pregnant because of it.
(To Be Continued)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

HOUSEWIFE WANTS A BABY

LAST PART
As Sushant was the company's nation wide site manager coming and going was his prerogative, he would be gone for days at a time or in the office, or meeting clients, so he was really a free agent.

He called Deepali that Monday morning around 9:00am, he started by asking her if she was feeling okay, and that Friday night, while totally unexpected, he was thrown and so very happy that they had made love and couldn't wait to see her again.

Deepali was a little bit shy now, she had thought long and hard about what she had done, and while it was a wonderful feeling to be made love to by such a dynamic man, and it had only happened because of her paternal needs, she was in some turmoil regarding her marriage vows.

'Deepali my lovely soft lady, we did what we did because you want something you believe Sunil is sadly unable to give you, believe me Deepali, I can and I will give you everything you want if you let me, and no baggage afterwards, the baby would be the product of a totally loving marriage.' Sushant said.

He knew he was getting to her again because she hesitated at his words, and looking across at her husband there in the office he put her in a position of not being able to say no, by telling her he would be with her in 45 minutes time.

Deepali just looked stupidly at the phone, 'Oh my god,' she said to herself, and her first thought was how she looked, 'I must look dreadful,' then without thinking she raced out of her bed and into the shower, quickly dried off and did her face, put on a mini dress and backless heels, piled her lovely hair up into a gorgeous tangled mess and hurried downstairs, never even thinking of what she was about to do again.

She stopped herself in the kitchen and wondered if she was going to do this again, Friday night had been a wonderful very spur of the moment thing; but this would be deliberate action, a deliberate betrayal of her husband and her wedding vows.

Sushant replaced the handset, sent a quick e mail to his boss that he would be out of the office for most of the day, and left for Deepali's home, he knew where it was because Sunil and her had held a BBQ there, he also knew there was a very obscure back way in so being seen would be nearly negligible.

In his car he rang Ankita and told her was on his way to see Deepali, and asked her to wish him luck, she did, but also said he didn't need it.
Sushant arrived at Deepali's home and made his way to the back of the house and knocked on the door, Deepali came from the front of the house were she had been waiting at the front door. Her surprise was evident, as was the cloud of worry on her pretty face.

She admitted Sushant, and began to tell him of her worries and feelings, he turned and locked the door then he stopped her dead in her tracks with a grab of her slender shoulders and a mouth watering kiss, he wrapped her in his arms and held her mouth with his, his tongue found it's way in and a moan escaped her throat and into his mouth.

He broke the kiss momentarily to adjust his lips properly to hers, she accepted it

completely, his manliness and powerful aura was overwhelming her feelings and the inbred urge to be a mother took her over, he knew instinctively what was going on, slipped his hand down to her lovely rounded arse and held her to him, his twitching cock found the crevice of her pussy and he felt her thighs press against his own legs.

He told she was ready for motherhood and he was ready to make her the mother she so desired to be, it was enough to win her over, her mind immediately locked onto being a mum, nothing else mattered now, her arms snaked around his neck as the new kiss they shared deepened into a crescendo of love and desire from them both, he wanted to get his prick into her so badly, and she wanted to conceive just as badly.

Deepali snapped her head back and said in a guttural voice she didn't recognize, 'Sushant please, lets go upstairs,' he followed her lead, she holding his hand, and him looking at her luscious body as it swayed and rolled in front of him like a ocean wave in a soft breeze.

On the upstairs landing Deepali hesitated before leading him into a bedroom, he knew straight away this wasn't her marital bedroom; he took her by the elbow and said, 'No Deepali, you are going to conceive in your own bed, and nowhere else okay?' He pulled her to her own room.

She went sheepishly, head bowed as she trailed after this masterful man, he turned to her before the bed and took the now submissive woman into his arms, kissed her then suddenly he ripped the dress off her back and threw it away, this was followed by her flimsy thong, she was shocked to the core, no one had ever treated her like this and she almost orgasmed because of it.

Her juices were starting to dribble down her legs, he pushed her roughly to her knees and told her to worship his baby machine, Deepali knew what he meant and obeyed immediately, she undid his zip and top button and began to pull down the trousers of his strong muscular legs, Sushant meanwhile pulled off his jacket and shirt, he stepped of his shoes and now he was naked before her.

Deepali's lips as he looked down were just about to engulf his startlingly erect prick, and Sushant said to himself, 'it's a fucking time since that felt this hard and stiff.'

Her mouth closed over his powerful prick and started sucking and licking him, also pressing her hands around his thighs and hips urging him on, he stepped slowly to the bed so he could sit then lay backwards, followed by her on her knees, he lying back now watching her beautiful head bob up and down as she brought him to near ejaculation.

She dropped her mouth from his rod to his balls and sucked them one by one into her hot mouth, before returning to the head of his raging cock, he put his hands into her hair and held her in place as he told her he was coming, Deepali shook her head 'no' and pointed her finger at her pussy, telling him she wanted his load there, he tapped the side of her head and said in no uncertain terms, that he was coming in her mouth, and no objections, he exploded and Deepali took it all as she was ordered, it was gorgeous she loved it and sucked and swallowed everything he had.

Sushant flopped back on the bed and observed Deepali climbing over him and smiling happily, she leaned down and kissed him as passionately as she had ever kissed a man in her life, she was his now there would never be a 'no' to him now ever again he was sure. Pulling themselves up into the centre of the bed they started to love each other, him telling her he was solely there for her to use as and when she saw fit, until she got the baby she was dying inside for.

Deepali rose above Sushant now and held him tight and begged him to make her pregnant. 'You can make love to me any time any where you want Sushant, I'll always be ready for you, I'll go anywhere to meet you, or you can come here to me.'

He smiled at her now glorying in the glow of his success; he fingered her pussy making her gasp and moan, wriggling herself into him, he jammed his mouth over a nipple which made her fall off him and onto her back in a totally submissive pose.

His hard on returned so easily it surprised even him, and rising over her he plunged his prick strongly and roughly into her quivering hot pussy, he was kissing and sucking on her neck and fucked her solidly for 10 minutes before he shot a potent load of seed into her waiting womb, her long legs high over his back held him in a vice like grip as her own orgasm smashed her into a catatonic like state.

Her arms around him, her nails digging wonderfully painfully into his back, her mouth held tightly onto his neck as she moaned and groaned in the dying throes of a fabulous orgasm, one she had rarely had in the last few months she realized later.

They made love twice more that day, Sushant blew load after load into her, Deepali told him he was the most powerful lover she had ever had, she was deferential to him, it was obvious that the control of this relationship was in his hands, and they both knew it. Rising from the bed in a lovers embrace still, they headed for the shower, where he had her on her knees again but he didn't cum this time, his tank was empty now, but he did hold her against the wall and fingered her fantastic arse, he wanted to find out if she had been fucked there, he knew right off that she hadn't because of her reaction to his finger invading her.

'Sushant, please stop I don't think I like this?' She told him. 'You will like anything I decide you will like Deepali okay?' He demanded. 'But Sushant please?' She whispered as the fingering continued. He clipped her clit with his other fingers and she moaned in submission, telling her, 'you will do as I say Deepali right?' 'Oh Sushant, what do you mean?' she gasped.

'It means Deepali that when I am here on Wednesday, I am going to fuck you and make love to you up your wonderful arse, it's a thing a man has to do to his woman, and that any woman should want to give her man everything he asks for, Yes!' He told her forcefully. This is the acid test he thought, if she hesitates she's gonna not want to be controlled, if she accedes it's over, she really will be mine.

'Oh Sushant, yes okay I will, but I have never done it before, it scares me, I will try do anything you say, I promise,' she told him.

He turned her to him, fingers leaving her jelly like pussy but keeping his finger firmly up her arse he kissed her as she had never been kissed, in her scrambled mind, his words continually stunned her, it was all to do with having a baby, and she knew that she was going to do anything and everything he told her to do to achieve that goal.

They dried each other off and he dressed leaving her in her bedroom looking wistfully at him, God he said to himself she is just about the most beautiful sexy woman I have ever seen, even more so that Ankita, he didn't like that thought, but he had to admit it, it was true.

He led her back to her cum soaked bed, and gave her a love bite under each tit, they were hidden when she stood up, 'just marking you as mine Deepali okay?' He murmured. She had protested that Sunil might see them, but just one stern look from Sushant quelled any rebellion immediately.

He returned to the office and rang his wife Ankita, whispering into the phone he told Ankita, 'I've got her hooked good and proper honey, I can see us having real fun here darling, she's so desperate nothing will be a problem.'

'That's great news Sushant, I'm looking forward to my fun already, by the way, don't come home early tomorrow will you?' she said. 'Why not,' Sushant asked. 'Because I've got One of my old college friend here for lunch and afters,' she giggled 'Ankita that's great news, make sure you have the camera set up for it okay? I will be late baby I promise, see you later tonight Ankita, I love you.'

Wednesday came and Deepali was so looking forward to Sushant arriving and dreading it at the same time, she knew what he was going to do, and her body thrilled and denounced her coming arse violation at the same time, how could she want something so bad, and fear it totally altogether?

Sushant arrived at 9:00,they immediately set about each other teasing, kissing and fondling, he pulverised her distended nipples making her groan in pain, and moan in pleasure, how could one single man do this to her? Her knees felt they would buckle, Deepali told him she couldn't wait for him to be in her again, 'I am beside myself with the need for you Sushant, please take me to bed again?'

They went upstairs and she took him straight into her bedroom, well he thought, that's one out of the way. She was wearing a short silky high cut dressing gown; she peeled it off slowly revealing a sight to him that nearly made him cum in his trousers.

There she was in all her wonderful beautiful long legged glory, one knee slightly bent, stood on high heels, silk stockings a very small thong, suspender belt and a lacy silky bra, her piled seductively on her gorgeous head.

'I bought all of this yesterday just for you Sushant, to prove I want you so much, and to make you happy, do I?' she asked through long lashes as her gaze beckoned him to her, he went!

The panties lasted about 2 seconds before they were on the floor in tatters, his zip was down pants were off along with his shorts, and he was in her fucking her so hard she squealed and moaned. His cock was driven deep and wide into her loving pussy. He shot his load so fast it surprised even him because he always had the ability to hold on while given a woman her needs. Her sensing he was coming came with him too in an explosion of ecstasy,

and feline satisfaction that her man had been in her and deposited the cream she wanted. They lay side by side recovering together; she loved him for what he was giving her, one thing had occurred to Deepali, it was that she was also taking a very active part in their lovemaking, it wasn't just Sushant attempting to impregnate her, she was fucking him and loving him back truly. And she was certain now that he would leave with child very soon.

A while later he asked her where her baby oil was, this brought a frown to her beautiful face, although a frown on that face was almost impossible to achieve.

She looked at him earnestly, silently asking him not to do what he intended, he gave her a look back that said, go and get it, bring it here to me now!

She reluctantly rose off the bed and went to the bathroom returning with it and handed it over. Deepali flopped face down on her bed, accepting her fate; she knew it wasn't up for discussion.

Sushant dropped a liberal dollop onto her lower back and allowed it to run down her arse crack, as it made it's way down he began a soft lubrication of her cheeks and her tiny bum hole, his finger slipped in easily, and she moaned, he was so clever in bringing her toward arousal for what he was going to do.

Deepali's arse tingled as he slipped his finger in and out; sliding a hand underneath her he toyed with her growling clit. He pulled her hand to his prick and made her wank him as he brought her to the boil on the stove of arousal that only he would be able to turn off.

His prick now strong and hard he oiled it, and rose over her prone body, 'Sushant?' Deepali bleated. 'Don't worry baby, it's gonna be alright, just let it happen, relax and let it go okay?' 'Yes Sushant,' she whispered to him.

He settled over her and probed at her opening, having felt it he pushed forward slowly and strongly, the head popped in bringing a head down moan from her mouth.

'Oh Sushant,' came a muffled moan as she buried her head into the covers, and gripped the sheets tightly in her tiny hands. Sushant continued his gentle insertion pushing harder to get his prick in Deepali moaned and groaned, followed by gasps as he entered her more and more.

His knees were inside hers forcing them outwards thereby giving him all the access wanted or unwanted from his beautiful lover, his hands now hooked under her shoulders giving him all the purchase he needed, he withdrew his weapon and pushed back in, Deepali Ooohed and Aaahed as he claimed her arse for the first time, this was when he began to increase speed and pressure until she was wailing under him.

Her wails gradually turned to Mmmming, and Oooooing as the sensation of pleasure began to work its way through her body until she was completely held in the throes of her anal seduction, and to know that she would want this again as an orgasm hit her. Sushant was thrashing her internally now, driving forcefully but smoothly in and out of her silken arse, he grunted and told her he was going to come. He did with one final thrust of his power hose and filled her bowels with his sperm; she was so full she felt bloated in her stomach as a huge orgasm crashed through her once more.

He pulled slowly out of her, kissed the side of her face and asked her how she felt now.

'Oh Sushant, it was so unreal, I have never experienced any thing like it in my life, it hurt at first but then it changed, my orgasms were like none I've ever had.' She whispered to him and turned her head to kiss him properly.

Sushant went to the bathroom to clean up and returned to find her on her back with her legs lifted and her knees spread wide, he accepted the offer and climbed over her beautiful slender languid body for their first 69er, he bent to the task with a real zeal normally reserved only for his wife, Deepali returned the compliment and attacked Toms prick from underneath with a ferocity and gusto she had never shown before, she came in his mouth several times before Sushant shot his load down her throat.

She realized that she was now making love with Sushant as a man and woman should make love, She was desperate for a baby yes, and at first all she wanted was him to come in her and fill her belly with his baby making seed, now it was different she wanted to make love with him any way he wanted.

Unknown to Deepali her primal urges had taken her over, having a baby was one thing but to copulate like this was the right way to do it, she would now ease off the pressure she was putting Sunil under and allow him to love her how he wanted to love her, she did still love Sunil as much as she ever did, and Sushant would never replace him in her heart.

The following Friday Deepali went to Sushant's house at his insistence, she was very hesitant but she went and they made love all day, he had Deepali every where and her orgasms seemed to run into one at one time, the thrill of being where she was had heightened her arousal once he got her engine tuned up.
She was still seeing Sushant 6 weeks later but her heart was falling from the idea of another man giving her a baby, she wanted it to be Sunil! But why didn't/couldn't he give her hearts desire?

Deepali was at her doctors 7 weeks later taking the test she was dreading and fearing, already her heart was breaking at the news she would be given again this afternoon, she had missed her period, she had always been like clockwork as far as timing went, but the doctor had already told her that as she got older this would change.

She got the call to go in, and she looked at the doctor who stared straight into her eyes, Deepali fell into the chair her head dropped and began to weep as she had done so many times in the past.

'Why are you crying Deepali?' the doctor said. 'Because I want a baby,' she sobbed so sadly. 'Well that's good news then, I was beginning to think you didn't,' smiled the doctor.

'What do you mean doctor?' 'You are carrying your first baby Deepali, you are pregnant.' He beamed at her.

Her mouth dropped open, 'Oh my God, please don't lie to me it would kill me if you did?' 'I am not lying Deepali you have caught on and I am so happy for you, now I have made an immediate hospital appointment for you tomorrow, so tests can be given to ascertain that all is well, but in my opinion already, you are perfectly healthy and so is the foetus.'

Again Deepali broke down and wept but this time it was tears of joy, she finished up and went home. The first person she called was Sushant and said to him, 'Sushant I'm sorry but I can't see you anymore, well not for some time anyway,' she told him.

Sushant was stunned, 'why Deepali what's wrong, have I done something to you?' He asked sadly. 'Yes you have Sushant; you have made me pregnant, I’m going to have a baby. Oh Sushant I feel so good, and I'm sorry but we had agreed it would be Sunil's hadn't we?' 'Oh Deepali that's absolutely wonderful news I'm so happy for you, you are right, we stop here, well,' he giggled, 'until the next time ?' 'Sushant?' Deepali whispered into the phone, 'thank you thank you thank you, I love you.'
'I love you too Deepali, and if there is anything I can do, please just call me okay?'
'I will Sushant, Bye x x x x.'

That night she told Sunil he went haywire, he whooped and hollered like a banshee, danced and bounced around like a Red Indian, he was off the scale with happiness. Deepali and Sunil had their much wanted baby 9 months later, Aakash Sunil Joshi.

3 months later disaster struck, Aakash went down with a viral infection and his only chance was a blood transfusion to save his life, a total transfusion was the only way.

The hospital hunted around for the right type of blood, Aakash's was a very rare one, the doctors told his parents that maybe they had the right kind and said they wanted to test them both to see if either of them had the special cells that only his parents may have.

Deepali knew this would give away the secret she had, that Sushant was Aakash's father and not Sunil, the only hope was it would be her blood that would save the day, it didn't!

It was Sunil's blood that did it, his blood was a perfect match for his young son, Deepali had given his birth, but now Sunil was to give him life.

When Deepali realized straight away that Sunil really was Aakash's dad and not Sushant, she feinted.
(The End)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

GENDER STUDY

PART1
"Oh baby, you're not going to make me go to that stupid thing, are you?"

I looked up to see my wife, Janelle, giving me a pouty look.

"Why not, honey? I went to your stupid high college reunion. And that was in Buttfuck, Iowa."

"Yeah, but at least my friends don't hate you."

"My friends don't hate you."

"No, they just think I'm a dumb bimbo who somehow seduced you."

"I can't see how they could think you're dumb. You probably make more than all of them combined."

"Uh huh, I'm sure working on Wall Street really goes over well with your Beatnik crowd. But regardless of anything else, I'm still the dumb, Midwestern, state college girl not a big-city Ivy Leaguer like the rest of you."

"You're just being silly. I swear, they don't think of you like that."

But, of course, they did. It was my tenth year reunion from Brown. And my friends, all dyed-in-the-wool liberals, still had a lot of weird attitudes about people from 'flyover country.' And it didn't help that Janelle was typecast by her looks. Blond-haired, blue-eyed, and large-breasted she could have easily passed for a party girl. The fact that she had been salutatorian at her high college, earned a full scholarship to University of Rhode Island for grades and music, and worked like a dog her whole life did little to dispel first impressions.

The reaction when I started dating Janelle after meeting her in a Providence bar one summer was mild jealousy from my male friends, and loud disappointment from my female friends. I always figured that getting them together would make them close. They would see she wasn't just a pretty face, and she would see that my friends were not just East Coast snobs, but it never really worked out.

The truth is, my friends were not snobby per se, but rather a combination of immature, insecure, and emo. My best friend Tara was always whining about not having a boyfriend, but she was also always making fun of how Janelle's hair and makeup were always perfect. Celeste was always complaining about having a belly, but also made fun of Janelle's obsessive workout routine.

But damn it, it was my tenth anniversary reunion, and I hadn't seen the old gang in a while, and I wanted to share the evening with my wife.. and yeah, I liked showing her off as well.

I managed to talk Janelle into going, and actually we had a great day at Homecoming. It was fun seeing the campus again, and I even dropped by to see some old professors. We ran into a few friends, but everybody was mostly flitting about. That evening, we were going to get together for drinks and a dinner. Janelle and I were staying downtown, and made plans to meet up with Tara early at the hotel bar since she'd been working all day.

When I told Janelle the plans, she just sighed.

"What?"

"Tara hates me the most. You know that right?"

"You're imagining things."

She shook her head and laughed. "Really, Dave?"

"Look, she's an old friend."

"Did you ever sleep with her?"

"Tara? God no." I hesitated. "What.. are you jealous?"

She laughed. "I sorta wish you had. You know Tara had a crush on you, right? She probably still thinks you're the one who got away."

"That's crazy talk."

"No, it isn't. Girls can sense these things. And every time I've met Tara it's been the same thing. She hates me because she thinks I am the cheap slut that stole you from her."

"Honey, you are far from cheap," I said with a smirk.

She slapped me. "Just remember, you owe me for this."

We met at the bar, and Tara was the same Tara as always. Smart and generous, and slightly unkempt and overweight, and funny and whiny all at the same time. She gave Janelle a hug, but both the girls were more than a little stiff. But still we caught up, in a way that you can only do face to face no matter how many Facebook posts you read. Tara was in a dead-end, poorly paid, but emotionally satisfying job with a non-profit. She was still friends with a lot of the old crew. And she was still single.

After a couple of drinks, Tara was going on about how hard it is to meet men. Going on and on and on. I could remember these rants from back in college, and ten years on, they had only gotten longer and more bitter.

Finally, Janelle had enough. "Oh, Jesus, Tara. How is it that you could be a gender studies major and know so little about men? You want to meet a man? All you have to be is available."

Tara sneered. "Oh sure, if you get all tarted up like a beauty queen, you can. But I'd like to meet a guy who isn't just looking for a pretty face."

Janelle looked over at me and shrugged. "I'm going to get a breath of fresh air. Give me your sweater."

I watched her walk away and then turned back to Tara. "That wasn't very nice."

"I'm sorry. But she just doesn't know what its like. Guys are always falling for girls like her, not matter how bitchy they are."

"Janelle is not a bitch. She's the sweetest..."

Tara put her hand on my forearm. "I'm not saying she isn't," Tara lied. "I am just saying it is different for normal girls."

We changed the subject and reminisced about college for a while. Suddenly this woman sat down in Janelle's seat.

"Hey, that's my wife's..."

She looked me in the eyes and giggled.

"Janelle?"

"In the flesh."

She'd totally changed her appearance. Her hair, usually flowing past her shoulders in golden waves was pulled back into a sloppy bun, the kind women wear to go to Walmart or tend the garden. She'd taken out her contacts, and was wearing her decidedly non-designer glasses. She'd removed her makeup and added some dark circles under her eyes. And wearing my formless sweater made her look downright frumpy.

Tara shot her a dark look. "What is this shit?"

Janelle smiled sweetly. "Let's do a gender studies experiment. Pick a man in the bar. Any man."

"Well, sure, you can pick up a guy if you offer to fuck him the bathroom or some shit."

"Tara, I'm not trying to show you up. I just want to show you something. You pick a guy, and then you can sit next to me. And if I do anything untoward to get his attention, then you call me on it. But I'm going to show you how easy it is to meet men."

"Honey, let's not do this," I interjected.

"Oh come on Dave, it'll be fun. Just play along."

I sighed and nodded.

Tara scanned the bar. "That one," she said, point to a middle aged guy in a suit at the bar. He was a big guy, over six feet tall, and barrel chested. His hair was thinning, but he was clean shaven. Lighter and younger he would probably have been ruggedly handsome. I have no idea why Tara picked him. But she did.

Jenelle instructed us to get seats at the bar next to him, so we could listen in, and then after a few minutes, she followed and squeezed between us and him.

She looked up at a hockey game on TV. "What's the score?" She asked him.

He looked over at Janelle, and she apparently didn't make much of an impression. "I dunno," he said. "Wasn't really watching the game."

She continued to watch TV quietly, ostensibly waiting for the bartender to take her order.

The guy turned back toward her. "Are you a hockey fan?"

"Naw," she replied lightly. "I was just curious."

"Are you from around her?"

"No, up from New York for the weekend, visiting some friends."

"Yeah, I'm down Boston on business."

They talked like that for a while. Idle chit chat. They talked about New York vs. Boston. About work. About the best restaurants in town. His name was Tony and he seemed like a nice guy. Smart and sardonic. There was no overt flirting, not at first. Just two people, comfortable in their own skin chatting.

But then after a while, I guess she grew on him because he started getting more interested. He complimented her eyes -- her glasses did little to hide them. She asked him if he worked out. He bought her a couple of drinks. They moved in closer to each other. I started getting uneasy. After a while, he checked his watch and then sighed.

"What's the matter," she cooed.

"I… I have to meet some people for dinner. Business." He paused. She pouted. "But I really like you," he paused. She smiled. "And well, since we're both from out of town."

She looked at him expectantly. He took her hand.

"I'd like to show you a good time," he finally said, taking her hand and moving it to his crotch.

"Oh my," she giggled, "is that all you?"

He took out his room key and placed it on the bar. "I need to go. But I'll be back around 11:00, maybe 11:30. Come visit me. Room 1246."

"Sounds like fun," she replied in a sultry voice.

He leaned in and kissed her. A lingering embrace. She returned the kiss.

He walked away. Janelle turned toward us. Tara stared at my wife in shock, and I guess I did too.

She put her hand on my shoulder. "Sorry about the kiss, baby, it happened so fast, and I didn't see a graceful way out of it." She waved the key at Tara. "There you go. Nice guy. You picked him. He's smart and employed. And all I needed to do was ask about a game he wasn't even watching."

"Well sure, if all you want is a one night stand."

Janelle sighed. "There are worse things, you know, especially since I think he's packing. But it would have been easy to get his number and arrange a date instead. I figured you'd be smart enough to get the point."

I stepped in at that point. "Girls, girls, please can you two stop bickering? It is like being at home with my parents," I said trying to lighten things up.

Janelle shook her head. "I'm gonna drop off this thing off at the front desk," she said pointing to the key, "and go freshen up."

She came back a few minutes later, once again put together, and returned my sweater. Happily it was time to get going and meet the others, which put an end to Tara and Janelle's squabbling.

I had a good time that evening, though I was worried about Janelle. We ended up going to this cool Mexican-Japanese fusion place. The food was great, but my friends were being cold fish, especially after Tara circulated what must have been an embellished version of the events in the bar. Janelle ended up excusing herself several times to check out the decorations and the band that was playing out in the garden area. She was pretty quiet, and I could tell she was looking forward to the evening being over. I knew she wasn't having fun, and I kept meaning to leave when another old friend would suddenly appear. But I figured she'd forgive me.

We went back to the hotel. I'd had a little too much to drink. Given how the evening had gone, I figured I wasn't going to get any in any case. But she surprised me. When we got into our hotel room, Janelle casually slipped off her jeans and panties and walked around the room in just her clingy sweater while brushing her teeth.

"You look good enough to eat," I offered.

"You talk too much," she replied with a smirk.

I dropped to my knees and buried my face in her crotch. In addition to her other charms, Janelle has the tastiest pussy I've ever had. She's always fresh and clean, her juices just a touch tangy. I lapped away for a while as she ran her hands through my hair.

"I want you," she rasped.

I stumbled back onto the bed, and she roughly tugged at my pants. I was rock hard, and the moment my cock popped out, she was on top of me, impaling herself on my member. We fucked like that for a few minutes until she gasped in passion, collapsing onto my chest.

We slowly shed the rest of our clothes, my dick inside her the whole time, and then resumed our lovemaking in earnest. She was very wet and she fucked me hungrily, pumping her hips eagerly to meet my thrusts, her tongue jamming deep into my mouth. I was drunk enough that it took me a while time to cum, but Janelle didn't seem to mind even though it went on longer than usual. When I finished, it felt like a dam giving way, and dizzy from drink and exertion I collapsed onto the bed. We cuddled together for a while and drifted off to sleep.

I am not sure what woke me. Sex and booze usually knock me out, but good. But I guess being in a strange bed made me sleep lightly. I looked at the clock. It was 1:30am. I felt next to me and realized Janelle wasn't there. For a moment, I assumed she was in the bathroom, but then the sound that had woken me popped into my head. It was definitely the door to the hallway. I got up, and yanked on a pair of jeans from the floor.

Sure enough, she wasn't in the bathroom. And then like a shot, I had a weird vision. The bar. The man. The room key. Room 1246.

I went out into the hallway just in time to hear the elevator door chiming as it shut. I turned, spotted the stairs and sprinted up two flights to the twelfth floor. The door to room 1246 was slowly shutting on its mechanical arm, and I reached out at the last second to stop it from latching shut. I pressed my ear to the door.

"What, what, who is it?" Came a scratchy voice.

I saw the light go on.

"Who are you?" Continued the puzzled voice.

"I thought you were going to show me a good time. Sorry I'm late," Janelle answered.

I hear him sit up on his bed. "Damn, girl, you clean up nice."

I cracked the door open. She'd moved out of the entrance and into the bedroom. The room was lit, but dimly. He must have only had the reading light on over this bed. I slid inside and silently shut the door. I got down on my knees and crawled a few feet to get a view into the room. He was sitting on his bed, in his boxers, and she was standing before him in a short, thin, hotel robe which she holding together at the waist. Wordlessly, she released her grip, letting the robe come open, exposing her generous cleavage and closing trimmed blond muff.

"If I'd know you were hiding a body like that, I'd have ditched my dinner plans," he said with a smile.

She stepped closer. Tony reached out and slid a finger up her inner thigh, and when she didn't flinch, he pressed it up inside her. She gasped softly, her hips swaying sexily. He pulled out and rubbed his fingertips together.

"Somebody's been a naughty girl already."

She grinned saucily.

He pressed his finger into her mouth and she licked it clean. He pumped his finger back into her snatch several times, each time pulling out and feeding her a cocktail of her juices and my cum, which she swallowed eagerly. It was a sexy show, and Tony was enjoying it enough that he was stroking his rapidly thickening member through his boxers.

"Why did you think I'd appreciate sloppy seconds?" He asked.

She smirked. "I've never known a man to turn down a well-lubed hole."

He laughed and pressed a second finger into her pussy. "You're a hot little slut, aren't you?"

"Let me see what you're rubbing," she replied in a sultry tone.

As he pulled down his shorts, his cock sprang out, standing at attention in his lap. It wasn't some porno-style stunt cock, but he was definitely well-endowed.

"Mmmm, that's a lovely prick," cooed my wife as she dropped to her knees between his thighs.

Janelle is a world class cock-sucker. I hate to think about how she became that way. But the truth is, she could give lessons, and now she proceeded to pull out all the stops for Tony.

She started by licking his rod all over, getting it nice and wet, as she massaged his balls with her hands. Then she switched, sucking his sack into her mouth as he squished her hands up and down his thick shaft. She licked her way back up the underside of his cock, and then circled his cockhead with her tongue.

"Fuck, that's good," he growled, running his hands through her silky hair.

But she was just getting started. She took him deep into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down as her hands continued to caress his shaft and balls. He began pumping his hips, trying to force himself deeper into her throat, but he was too big to fit all the way.

She rose up and kissed his belly, and then leaned forward and pressed his cock between her teardrop breasts, fucking his cock with her tits.

She looked him in the eyes. "If I finish you off, will you be able to get hard again to fuck me?"

"Baby, my dick'll get hard just being in the same room as you."

She pumping his cock between her tits a few more times, and then rubbed his cockhead against each of her nipples in turn, coating them with his pre-cum. Then she dropped down again and swallowed him deeply, fucking his dick with her mouth. He was moaning louder now, obviously getting close. Keeping his cockhead in her mouth, she started pumping his shaft roughly, wetly with both hands.

"Oh God," he growled loudly. His hand grabbed a firm handful of her hair and held her in place. Not that he needed to because Janelle was eagerly sucking down his seed all on her own. I could see her swallowing gob after gob as he twitched repeatedly in passion.

When he was finally done, she straightened up, her hands still gently fondling his shaft.

"How long were you saving that up?" She giggled.

He laughed. "A few days. Maybe more, I guess."

"That'll be enough protein to last me a week," she replied. Though she immediately belied that comment by swooping down and lapping up every stray drop of jism that appeared from his slit.

He softened noticeably, and Janelle took the opportunity to swallow him whole, taking him balls deep into her mouth. She worked his cock slowly. Long, deep, wet strokes that quickly brought him back online. In less than five minutes, his member was again rigid, jutting out proudly.

"I need it inside me," she hissed and climbed into his lap.

He grabbed her hips and roughly impaled her on his cock. She threw back her head and gasped loudly.

"God, you're big," she moaned as she ground into him.

They fucked hard. He was a powerful man, bouncing her up and down on his cock like a ragdoll. His hands were all over her. He squeezed and slapped her ass, pulling the cheeks apart and tickling her asshole. He mauled her breasts, sucking her nipples into his mouth until the areolae were puffy, wet, and swollen. He kissed her hard, jamming his tongue into her mouth, and bit her neck hard enough to leave marks.

And she loved it. She was squealing like a porn star, grinding her hips into him to meet his thrusts, her arms wrapped around his head, her eyes shut tight in concentration.

Without warning he grabbed her by the ass and flipped her onto her back on the bed. She obligingly pulled her knees to her chest, her feet pointed toward the ceiling, opening herself completely for him. He climbed on top and began to jackhammer his thick cock into her pretty little snatch.

Her high-pitched squeals were soon joined by his loud grunts. Then the mattress began squeaking as they bounced up and down. And finally, the headboard began banging against the wall. From next door came a muffled voice, and a the sound of a palm slapping the wall urging them to keep it down.

Janelle and Tony burst out laughing.

"Something different?" she asked through giggles.

"Let me take you from behind," he suggested.

He disentangled from between her legs, and she leaned forward and loudly slurped his slimy cock into her mouth several time before flipping back over onto her hands and knees. Her pretty little ass waved back and forth as he repositioned himself. Grabbing an ass cheek in each of his beefy paws, he thrust hard and buried himself in her swollen pussy.

"Ooof," she gasped, throwing her head back.

Releasing her ass, he grabbed a thick handful of her hair and began hammering away, the sounds of their slapping flesh now filling the room. She was grunting and squealing, and her large breasts were swaying wildly beneath her.

He leaned forward and let a thick gob of spit drip down into her butt crack.

"Ewww," she exclaimed. "Why'd you..."

But before she could complete the question, he answered it, coating his thumb in saliva and plunging it into her ass.

She growled ferally and began to shudder in passion.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

GENDER STUDY

LAST PART
"Yeah baby, squeeze my thumb with your ass," he exclaimed.

Drained, her arms gave way and she fell forward onto the bed. He followed her down and continued to hammer her snatch roughly, pounding her into the mattress.

Suddenly he pulled out.

"Are you done?" she asked.

"I'm gonna finish in your ass," he announced.

"No, you're too big," she whined. "And I don't like it." She reached back and tried to push him away.

He grabbed her wrists in one hand and pinned them to her back.

"Relax baby, I'm a pro at this." With his other hand he guided his cock to her butthole. He dripped another thick stream of spit on his cockhead and then slowly but firmly entered her.

"It hurts. Please stop. It hurts," she whimpered, her body squirming, and her arms straining to break free.

He stroked her face. "Shhh, baby, just relax. That's it baby, just relax. Just like that. Yeah, just like that," he moaned as he slowly began churning his cock deep in her rectum.

She let out a hissed gasp on each stroke, but she stopped struggling.

"See baby, you're a natural. I knew you'd like it."

He slowly fucked her ass for another minute or so and then pulled out.

"Spread those cheeks for me. Show me you like it," he ordered.

To my surprise, she submissively obeyed. She reached back, and with one hand on each cheek, she opened herself to him. He dribbled another gob of spit into her ass and reentered her. She mewled softly as he fucked her ass.

Janelle and I had tried anal exactly once, but we stopped after a few moments when she complained. I must have lacked his skill or determination because he was now sawing his dick into her ass, harder and harder, and she was not only taking it, she was spreading herself for him.

As he fucked her harder, her mewls turned to gasps and then to squeals. Soon she was squealing so loud that the people next door again started hammering on the wall. But Tony was too far gone to stop. Instead, he grabbed his boxers from the bed and shoved them in her mouth.

With her sounds muffled he fucked her ass even harder. It was a devastating sight, and yet wildly erotic. My beautiful wife was face down on the bed, her mouth gagged with a pair of underwear, her hands spreading her ass cheeks as a powerfully-build, well-endowed stud sodomized her roughly.

Suddenly, he growled like a bear, his whole body clenched as he came hard.

"Oh fuck yeah, oh fuck yeah," he wheezed.

Both of them were gasping loudly, but in the back of my mind I realized it was about to get real quiet real quick. I scuffled backward toward the door and ducked out in the hallway. On autopilot, I stumbled back downstairs to our room.

It was dark, and I sat on the edge of the bed. And then I waited. Five minutes. Then ten. Finally almost fifteen. It occurred to me that she was probably fucking him again. And then suddenly, I heard the door lock disengage. She walked in.

"Where have you been," I ask, flipping on the light.

She squawked. "Oh shit, you scared me."

I just glared at her.

She lamely held up a soda. "I went to get a drink," she offered.

"Don't lie to me," I replied. "I was there. I saw you."

A frightened look crossed her face. But then she composed herself. "I don't know what you think you heard, but I can explain... wait... 'saw'?"

"I followed you, and caught the door before it close. I saw everything."

"You did?"

I nodded.

A small smirk crossed her face. "Well, did you enjoy it?"

"No," I replied coldly.

"Maybe a little?" she asked hopefully.

"Not even a little," I replied.

She smiled despite herself.

"What's so fucking funny?" I snapped.

"I'm sorry baby... but you have to admit, it is a little funny that you snuck into the room and, you know, watched."

"Don't make this about me," I pushed back.

She paused. Then slipped her robe off her shoulders. She was now naked before me. I gasped. Not at her nakedness, but at what he'd done to her. How could she have thought to pass it off? She was covered with marks. Hand prints on her ass. Bite marks on her tits and neck. Her pussy was visibly swollen.

"Do you want a divorce?" She asked.

"Maybe. I dunno," I replied without conviction.

"Do you want to fuck my ass?"

I hesitated.

She turned and faced the wall. She leaned forward and thrust her butt at me.

"He stretched me out pretty good," she noted.

"And you don't think any man can turn down a 'well-lubed hole'?" I replied.

She smirked. "Something like that."

But she was right. I couldn't resist. My prick was hard, and her ass looked so inviting. I stepped forward. She took my cock and rubbed some saliva on the tip. She aimed it at her hole. I plunged in. Hard. She gasped.

I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. I leaned in close, breathing hotly into her ear.

"I hate you. You filthy, fucking whore."

But goddamn, she was so fucking hot. She was tight, and as I slid my cock in and out of her ass, I relished the feel of her anus gripping my shaft.

"Fuck my slutty ass," she hissed.

And I did. I grabbed her tits like handles and banged her hard, slamming her up against the wall. I lasted all of two minutes before blowing what felt like a huge load in her butt.

We both collapsed onto the floor, breathing heavily.

"How could you do that?" I asked.

"I dunno," she replied.

"Has it happened before?"

"No. Never. I... Dave... I don't know what to say. Jesus. It was like an out of body experience. I can't explain it. I just... I just felt like, I dunno, like if you're friends were going to think I was a cheap slut, then maybe I should be a cheap slut."

"That doesn't make any fucking sense."

She laughed. "You're right. It doesn't."

We sat there in silence.

"So what are we going to do now?" She asked finally.

"I dunno."

"Maybe you should call Tara and ask her. She's the gender studies expert."

"Fuck you."

We were silent again.

I suddenly had a vision of myself in that room, watching then. Then I chuckled. She was right. The whole thing was absurd.

"This can't happen again," I said finally.

She reached out and shook my hand. "Deal."

We both laughed.

"Well, the fucking other guys part," I clarified. "Not the butt part."

She rolled her eyes.

"Let's get some sleep. It's been a weird day."

(THE END)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

CHICKEN GAME

We are Indian couple from Mumbai .My wifes name is Sreemayee, this story is about how she was fucked by a 19 yrs old Rahul who is our naibhour .

There are thousands of men who fantasize about their wives having sex with another man, but very few will experience it quite like this.

Anyone ever had a younger man just take a liking to your wife? Surely some have, but I mean quite literally a guy who developed a serious crush on her. One who would have bathed a cougar if she asked? Well, my wife had such a fellow in her very recent life. He adored her. This infatuation was well within reason too.

I had become accustomed over the years to men of all ages being overly nice to my wife, and not just because of her sweet disposition either. Basically, any man producing testosterone finds himself staring at her. She's what most would consider the true definition of a MILF. Let's face it, how often these days do you see a knockout 39-year old woman, who is 5' 2", 65kilo, married 38inc boobs, with absolutely perfect legs, perfect ass, and an unbelievably beautiful smile?

Now when I say a younger fellow, I mean that my wife was 39 and this young man was 19 at the time. She's not the type to take advantage of kindness and actually he's not the type who even knows he's going overboard for her, but it's so very obvious when he's always trying to please her in everything he does.

First of all he loves hanging out at our home because we never treated him any less because of his age. He just felt comfortable around us.
His father died in cancer when he was just ten. When he was 15 my whis mother left him and married one of her office colleague. Shortly After their marriage they went to USA. He came here to stay with his mothers unmarried brother who stays in the opposite apartment of ours. From first sight, he was utterly in love with my wife, Sreemayee. Rahul was a very intelligent fellow with a full-ride academic scholarship, but was a complete moron when it came to his love life. The funny thing is, if he had treated women as he treated my wife, they would have fallen at his feet. He was actually a rather handsome guy with an athletic build, but he was very very shy.

Over the few years he lived next door, he became very comfortable around us, and we with him; it was not uncommon for him to be lying on the couch in our sofa watching TV when my wife or I got home from work.

Late one evening, around 1:00 AM, my wife and I finished watching a series of X-rated DVDs we had rented. We were both drunk and barely awake as the final movie was ending, when suddenly we heard a knock on the main door. My wife instantly panicked and rolled off onto the floor in just her panties, dragging the bed sheet with her to cover her breasts.
I rolled in the opposite direction and grabbed my tennis racket from the night stand on my side of the bed. As I crept towards the main door and opened, I saw a silhouette of whom I was pretty sure was Rahul. I barely opened the door and sure enough he gave a silly wave and smiled.
Sreemayee and I knew he had a big date this very evening, but wondered why at 1 AM he would be knocking on our door. As I slid the door open, he immediately began to apologize saying, "I'm so sorry to bug you, Prokash uncle, but I saw your lights on and, well, I'm alone next door." I immediately told him to come in, and he glanced to his right seeing Sreemayee getting up off the floor with the bed sheet tightly clutched to her chest. He again began to apologize.
Being very comfortable with us he explained, "’mama’ went to attend a marriage ceremony. He just told me over phone that he can’t return tonight”.
Shreemayee asked him “how was your date”?.
“ As far as my date aunty, it went just like all the other disaster dates I've had recently...."
Sreemayee jokingly said " ohh poor boy… Scoot over here; at least I can give you a hug." Keeping the blanket pulled close to her chest with one arm, she leaned over with her left arm and hugged him saying, "You have your whole life ahead of you stud-man, just stop trying so hard."
He chuckled replying, "Easy for you to say, you and Prokash uncle can bang each other ten times a day if you like."
She laughed and said, "Married people don't have sex ten times a month silly," as she jokingly rolled her eyes at me.
I could tell he had been drinking heavily for two reasons; one, I could smell it from across the room and two; he was in rare form, saying whatever was on his mind. We had known him for quite some time by this point though, so almost no topic was off limits and basically there was no subject we hadn't spoken to him about before.

Right out of the blue and in pure drunk fashion, he said "I think I need to hire a prostitute so that at least I can get a hand job."
Shreemayee said “what? You want to hire someone for sex”
He said “No… having a hand job is not sex ”
I laughed and said, " let me get you a drink, I think you can use one." Actually I figured it might tire him out and he would want to go crash on the couch in the dining room. Sreemayee just continued to laugh her hind end off at some of the things he was saying.

I walked to the kitchen and was gone approximately five minutes grabbing three glasses and a bottle of Crown Royal, and as I walked into the bedroom, I heard my wife explaining, "What in the name of good sense makes you think a hand job isn't sex;
He replied, "But I would be the only one getting off, and, well... Awe hell I don't know."
I set the bottle and glasses down on the dresser and jokingly said, "Are you trying to talk my wife into giving you that desperately needed hand job, you sneak, is that what I'm hearing?"

He laughed and replied, "Oh I'm sorry, we should have told you, our whole plan was to have you go to the kitchen for drinks while aunty gave me a hand job... Thanks, aunty, you made my night."
She laughed and said, "Oh you know me, I thought it was my female duty, felt sorry for ya."
I returned the joking sarcasm saying, "So basically if I had still been in there making frozen daiquiris, you might have gotten laid."
He laughed and replied, "You're the luckiest man I know, I would give both my feet to have that experience."
My wife smirked and said, "Okay boys, let's calm down. Poor Rahul over here is already about to climax in his pants, let's not be cruel." We all continued to small talk and harass one another as we drank.
At around 3:15 AM, he got back on the subject of, "Why can't a woman just give a guy a hand job on a first date?" I know this will sound insane to some people, but after having several drinks and shots, hearing it over and over and watching my beautiful wife lean into him innocently, I slowly began to fantasize about my wife giving him this coveted hand job he kept going on about. In fact, the more he spoke of it, the more I thought about it.

My wife kept giving him the same generic advice, when right out of the blue, and I will never forget this moment for the rest of my life, I said without a great deal of thought, "Enough about the hand job. Honey will you please give him the hand job so we can stop talking about it?"
There was a very odd five seconds of silence before my wife finally replied with her chin hanging down to the floor, "Um, what was that, Mr. Prokash?"
I just kind of grinned and said, "What the hell just give the poor guy a hand job before he jumps off a bridge. Then we won't have to hear any more about it." She kept her mouth open the entire time I was speaking in an utterly shocked manner, almost as if waiting for the punch line as Rahul sat there looking like a deer in the headlights.

Finally Rahul said, "Oh shit, are you serious... Oh shit, oh my God, you need to stop teasing. You're kidding right?" My wife just kept staring at me almost the way someone does when they just heard a long joke and didn't quite get the punch line.

I immediately walked to the dresser and poured another shot for each of us, when Sreemayee finally said something. Still in shock and with a slight yet confused grin, she said sarcastically, "Oh my God, my husband has a few drinks and wants to watch me give a guy a hand job. I suppose if you pound a few more, maybe Rahul can fuck me, how'd that be, husband?"

I calmly replied, "Oh calm down, don't you feel sorry for him just a little bit?"

She paused for a second and replied, "I feel sorry for starving children in Africa, but I haven't sold my home and shipped them the money yet." Meanwhile Rahul is sitting there hanging on every word continuing to wonder if he was actually hearing what he was hearing.

I handed her the glass, and she continued to glare at me with a combination of pissed off, confused, and oh shit, all rolled into one. Rahul, still sitting on the end of the bed at Sreemayee's feet, said, "I swear I wouldn't tell a soul, Oh my God, this would be so...."

Just before he could finish, Sreemayee said, "Rahul , just shut the hell up... just, shut, up."

There was this uncomfortable fifteen seconds of silence that felt like thirty minutes. I just kept a mischievous smile on my face as she continued to stare at me. I could tell she still wasn't quite sure if it was a joke or what. Within an instant her expression changed from confused to, "Ok, I'll play along, but I still don't think you're serious." I think to her it became like a game of chicken, to see who would swerve first.

She turned and looked right at Rahul pointing her finger in his face and said, "If I even get a smirk from a neighbor, a friend, or one of your buddies, you will never be welcome in this house again and I will tell everyone you are the biggest liar I have ever met." He kept completely still and wide eyed as she spoke, and after she was done laying down the law, he agreed profusely, and I must say he looked mortified.

My then wife looked at me and said, "Hand me a T-Shirt." I reached into one of her dresser drawers and quickly handed her a T-Shirt. As I handed it to her she just let the bedspread fall from her perfect breasts as if it was just me and her sister in the room, and slipped it over her head.

After she put the T-shirt on, she sat there and just stared at Rahul with her eyebrows raised, saying nothing. Rahul looked around glancing back and forth from me to her, in total confusion and terror. She finally asked, "Do you want to do this with your pants on?"

He nervously jumped up, and began muttering "Oh right, sorry, I just, well, yes, right..." mumbling away in pure babble. As he fumbled with his pants, my wife threw off the bedspread from her legs and scooted down to the end of the bed.

This was without a doubt the most erotic moment in my entire life, watching a 19 year old man taking off his pants between my wife's legs as she sat there with her hands on her knees waiting. As he stepped out of his pants, he immediately grabbed at both sides of his underwear and slid them down. His cock was so rigid he had to push the front of his briefs out past his cock to get them off, and as the band of his briefs hung up on the head of his cock, his erection slapped back against his stomach.

Sreemayee kind of chuckled and said, "Excited are we?"

He replied, "You really, really, have no idea."

My wife then put her hands over her face and slowly pulled them down and said, "I need just one more drink, and then we'll do this."

Rahul immediately agreed saying, "Oh hell yes, me too." I think my wife was buying time to see if I would finally flinch, or tell her this was all a joke, but I didn't. I poured the drinks, giving Rahul about half a shot and giving my wife a double. I handed it to her, and she immediately held her nose and gulped it down, freezing for about twenty seconds as if the slightest thing would have made her throw it up. Rahul too threw his back making a similar liquor face.

As they were throwing back their shots, I couldn't help but notice that Rahul's cock was maybe only a half-inch longer than mine and about as thick, but the head of his cock was unusually large. I mean it was very disproportionate from the rest of his cock. It looked like a good sized plum you might find in the produce section of the grocery store sitting on the end of his cock. His cock was standing straight up too, with a wet shiny smear around the tip and a clear drip of per-seminal fluid at the opening.

As he finally got his act together and, having thrown back the shot, he walked in front of my wife not knowing what the hell he was doing, and she just glanced at me for a brief second, took a deep breath, and rather reluctantly and slowly reached up and put her hand on his cock. When she grabbed it, the head of his cock oozed out a large drop of clear slick fluid and she immediately said, "Oh my God, look how much stuff is coming out of you."

He replied and nervously chuckled, "I told you, I desperately need this." As she began stroking slowly back and forth, she was spreading the slick pre-cum all over the length of his cock. Although she hadn't commented on it, I know she was amazed at the size of the head of his cock. Not more than thirty seconds into it, he asked in a very out of breath way, "Is it ok if I lie beside you while we do this?"

She said, "I guess," and scooted up onto the bed on her left side as he slowly moved and laid on his right side.

As he lay down beside her, he rolled slightly to his right side and my wife rolled to her left. Once again she reached and began stroking his cock with her right hand almost in a pulling motion. After only a few seconds he acted like he was positioning more to his right side, and as he did, he put his left hand on my wife's right hip and onto her panties. Neither of them knew but I had made my way down to a chair by the foot of the bed and had begun very slowly and inconspicuously stroking my cock underneath my pajama bottoms. Keep in mind this was all taking place within a span of only few minutes. As I kept stroking my cock I began to notice he kept leaning in as if he was trying to kiss her, when suddenly my wife looked up from staring at his cock and they began to kiss.

Only seconds into kissing, he slid his left hand down between my wife's legs, and by the time she grabbed his wrist as if to say, "No," he was already feeling her pussy through the crotch of her panties. I had no idea what to expect because, although she still held his wrist, he continued to rub the crotch of her panties. Meanwhile she had stopped stroking his cock. They continued to kiss as he went from gently rubbing the crotch of her panties to trying to get his fingers under the side of her panties. He fumbled for a few seconds and finally managed to get his fingers under. He instantly pushed his middle finger inside her pussy as far as he could get it.

I kept stroking my cock as I watched in a combination of shock and complete erotic ecstasy. As I stroked I had to stop every few seconds or I would have exploded in my pajamas. Every few seconds I could hear my wife exhale with a sharp but low, "AAHHHH," when he would thrust his middle finger in deeply. The entire sight was driving me out of my mind with eroticism. I watched for maybe another minute, and then had a moment of temporary insanity. I rose out of the chair, walked over to the foot of the bed, grabbed the waistband of my wife's panties, and began to pull them off of her. The entire time I was inching them off, they continued to kiss. Rahul pulled his finger out of her and was helping scoot them off the opposite side under her ass. I could only imagine what was going through his mind.

As I got them halfway down her thighs I began to question why she wasn't saying or doing anything to stop me, but was so worked up I realized I was getting even more turned on because she wasn't. After I slid them down her beautiful legs and off her sexy feet, I made my way back to the chair at the foot of the bed. My excitement level was beyond any experience in my entire life. My hands were actually shaking. Before I had even sat down and put my hand down my pants, he once again was fingering her. I just knew Rahul's nuts must be aching at this point with anticipation of the unknown.

He kept fingering her when suddenly he removed his finger from her pussy, and reached midway down her right thigh and pulled her leg over him as he scooted as close to her as he could. My wife still wasn't going along with the entire thing as much as he would have liked. I was sure he was trying to see if she might roll on top of him, but instead she had her right leg over him and he was rolled on his left side. They continued to kiss and with every second, he kept trying to scoot down further as if to angle himself to enter her, but again, she wasn't exactly making his life easy. In fact, I was thinking she was just teasing the hell out of him and perhaps still playing chicken with me.

Finally after about a minute, he had angled himself in such a way that he reached down and moved his cock to her crotch. The way they were lying, there was no way he could easily enter her. At one point he began barely pulling at her ass and slowly half thrusting his cock across the opening of her pussy. This went on for several minutes with him stopping suddenly on occasion, which I knew was to keep from shooting his load. I too had to abruptly stop stroking my cock many times or I too would have shot my load. The fluid leaking from the head of his cock kept smearing against my wife's inner thighs and pussy, so much that it looked like she had already been fucked by three guys.

He continued pulling at her ass trying to get any angle at all to put his cock in her, when at one point he reached over her ass and with his finger tips pushed the head of his cock against her slick pussy lips, and I just about passed out. In only a few seconds, I watched as the large head of his cock spread her pussy lips. As he kept pushing the head of his cock and thrusting his hips, it kept popping out, until at one point, he scooted maybe an inch further down, and this time when he pushed the head of his cock between her pussy lips, he slowly and carefully thrust his hips and I watched as my wife's pussy spread around the head of his cock until it stretched and finally enveloped it. They continued to kiss as he sat motionless for at least thirty seconds. I figured he thought he had worked so hard just getting the head of his cock in her he didn't want to end it with his worst nightmare at this point: a premature ejaculation.
It was at this very moment; I had an episode of good ole reality, like getting hit by a bus. It finally hit me that I was looking at another mans cock in my wife's vagina, without a condom, and I had basically orchestrated the entire thing. My better judgment had gone bye-bye the second she put her hand on his cock though. Still, there was an entire mixture of emotions from slight jealousy, to extreme eroticism, to impatience wanting to see more. After thirty seconds or so of them kissing and him lying completely still with only the head of his cock inside her, he pulled her ass with much more force than before and thrust his hips simultaneously. As he did, my wife let out a quick and slightly stressed exhale of, "AAHHH..." He thrust several more times and after the third or fourth thrust, he was inside her as far as he could get at this angle, and once again he lay motionless only kissing her and rubbing his hand over her ass. Even with this bad angle and the fact that my wife wasn't making this easy, he was inside her all but about an inch. The tube or shaft running along the underside of his cock was as large as my thumb and looked like it was about to burst open. Every vein on his cock was also standing out very prominently. My view couldn't have been better from where I was sitting.

Once again, after he felt like he could thrust a few more times without losing control, he grabbed my wife's ass, and began thrusting hard. This time he was squeezing her ass so tightly his fingernails were white and I immediately knew this time was very different. He went past the usual careful three or four thrusts and was really thrusting violently and pulling her ass into his thrusts. After about the tenth or fifteenth unbelievably forceful thrust, his entire body went bone crushingly rigid and the veins on the side of his neck looked as if they would explode. His hand was squeezing and pulling my wife's ass cheek so forcefully, it looked as if her pussy would split around his cock. About two to three seconds into what looked like him having a seizure, remaining completely tense and motionless... BOOM, I saw his cock convulse in strong erythematic pulses.

Suddenly my wife softly uttered, "Oh shit." His cock continued to rhythmically jolt and pulse. There was no doubt at this point she was being inseminated right in front of me. I knew she sensed that he was about to come when he went rigid, but it really didn't fully set in until she felt his cock jolt and deliver the first powerful jet of semen into her pussy. The feeling of watching this, knowing that with every explosive pulse of his cock, a thick jet of his seed was shooting against my wife's cervix. It was beyond imagination. It was truly, and in every way, the most incredible, erotic, nasty, taboo, sexual thing imaginable. No other experience I have ever had even came close. It was ten times more sexually breathtaking than the first time I had ever had sex.

After a few seconds of holding his breath, he let out a very deep, "AAHHHH... YEAAAH... AAHHH FUCK YEAAHH aunty…FUCK YEAHHH..." as he jerked his body. He was kind of half thrusting, and by this time my wife was ever so slowly moving her hips into his thrusts. It was as if he was trying to deliver every drop of his sperm as deep as he possibly could. When he was perhaps half way through inseminating her, I began to notice a slight amount of semen forming around the base of his cock and around my wife's pussy. He stayed in this tense rigid form for at least two minutes. The shaft on his cock, even after two minutes continued to slightly jolt sporadically every five to ten seconds. It was hard to say how much semen he had just deposited in my wife, especially after an entire night of sexual teasing from his failed date.

Approaching perhaps the third or fourth minute after he exploded inside her, my wife said, "Ok, Ok, OK... Surely you're done; you just put a hundred and fifty million sperm inside me. I don't think those few extra you're trying to give me will make a difference."

He embarrassingly chuckled replying, "Sorry, sorry... Oh my God... I swear I am sorry.
She giggled slightly looking at me and jokingly said, "Oh... give him a hand job, don't you feel sorry for him... Nice hand job here, Prokash, wouldn't you say?"

I laughed and replied, "Well maybe now we won't have to hear his poor little me stories, about how he never gets laid. I'm a witness now, Rahul , I just watched you fuck my wife... and without a condom no less."

He just kept panting and blurting, "I can't believe how hard it was shooting out of me; I have never came so hard and so much... ever. The feeling just lasted and lasted."

Sreemayee quickly chuckled replying, "Yes, I know... It felt like a hot water bottle burst inside me."

Pointing her finger right in his face she sternly told him again, "Not a word mister, not a word to anyone." They lay there for about thirty more seconds with his cock still in her, as she again made sure he was crystal clear about not mentioning this to another soul, when she slowly rolled to her right and onto her back. As she rolled his cock slowly withdrew and the huge head of his cock popped out, as a thick ooze of semen instantly appeared and leaked down Sreemayee's ass. She just lay there on her back with her legs slightly spread, putting her forearms over her eyes, and exhaled heavily, as if she was trying to come to grips with what had just happened. She then rather muffled said, "Can you please get me some toilet paper?"

I only half heard what she said and asked her to repeat it. She rose up on her elbows and reached down with her right hand to stick her two middle fingers slightly into her pussy and, with a sarcastic look, held her hand out and spread her fingers apart to show me his semen sticking between her fingers, and said "Um... Some toilet paper please."

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last part

I only half heard what she said and asked her to repeat it. She rose up on her elbows and reached down with her right hand to stick her two middle fingers slightly into her pussy and, with a sarcastic look, held her hand out and spread her fingers apart to show me his semen sticking between her fingers, and said "Um... Some toilet paper please."

I walked into the bathroom and shortly after told her there wasn't any and asked her to come into the bathroom to help me find it. When she got into the bathroom, I shut the door and she quickly went to sit on the toilet, but I grabbed her by the arm, and said "Wait, come here."

I slid my pajama bottoms down and moved her over to the sink and she immediately said, "No way, not now." I didn't say a word. I just began to kiss her and push her back towards the sink counter as she continued to say, "Prokash, not now, maybe later." When I had her back against the sink, I lifted her ass up onto the sink, as she struggled somewhat to get off the counter, and then in a split second, I positioned my cock against her pussy and forcefully thrust. In one motion I flew into her soaked pussy all the way up to my nuts. I was so turned on by how slick, warm, and full of semen she still was.

Within ten to fifteen thrusts I looked down to see my cock covered with semen and it was sticking in streams from my pubic hair to her pussy. I didn't last but maybe a minute, when I ejaculated harder and longer than I had in my entire life. After I was completely finished she grinned and whispered, "I think someone might have enjoyed me fucking Rahul as much as he did."

I took a deep breath trying to catch my breath, and replied, "Actually, I didn't realize at first how much I would, but yes, it was a mind blowing experience, beyond words." She just giggled, slid off the counter, grabbed a towel, and held it to her crotch.

She said, "Go back out. I will be there in a few minutes." I kissed her and walked out as she shut the door.

Rahul was lying on the bed still up on one elbow and said, "Oh my GOD Prokash uncle, you are the luckiest man on the face of this earth."

I just laughed and replied, "Oh, buddy, you have no idea."

Rahul ended up staying the rest of the night, which by this time was almost 4:00 AM, and begged to sleep in the same bed with us. Eventually Sreemayee gave in, but insisted that he not try all night to get more, telling him he was lucky to have gotten what he had, and she needed to get some sleep.

As you probably well know, one thing led to another, and once again my hormones got the best of me on two occasions. At around 5 –O-Clock my sleep broke because of some violent jerk in the bed. I turned the lights back on and watched him fuck her in an incredibly forceful missionary position, where he managed to last about a minute. At around 8-O-clock in that same morning I again opened my eyes hearing a sharp continuous grant from my wife and a peculiar ‘PLOP’ ‘PLOP’ sound. This time my wife was on top. Rahul allowed her to road him for more than five minutes before blowing his load inside her.

I must say that watching him nail her in a natural position, thrusting the entire length of his cock inside her pussy and slamming against her body, was even more erotic than watching him struggle in an awkward position like the first time they fucked. Unless you have been in exactly the same scenario, you have no idea how erotic it is to see another mans nuts pressed against your wife's ass as he tenses up and shoots jets of seed deep inside her vagina, watching her hands on his ass as you notice her wedding rings, seeing her completely spread eagle, allowing him to flood her pussy with millions of sperm.

Before ending this recounting of the most sexually erotic moment of my life, I figured I should explain how it actually ended. Several times after that night I tried to get her to fuck him again, but she said no, telling me she thought I was enjoying watching him fuck her more than I enjoyed fucking her.

The last little piece of this experience I was able to enjoy, before it all ended, was when I came home from work early one evening, about a week after this had taken place, and walked into the bedroom to find Sreemayee under the bedspread with her hair messed up looking out of breath. I kind of became slightly paranoid with my imagination instantly running away, thinking, "Damn maybe she just fucked him, and he ran out when he heard me pull into the driveway." Either way, I figured I would let this little erotic fantasy spinning away in my mind go wild.
Quickly began tearing off my pants and shirt and, as she noticed what I was doing, she quickly sprang up in the bed clutching the bedspread tightly to her, saying, "Prokash I know what you want, but I can't right now. I'm just getting up from a nap, and have to run some errands."

I finally got my pants and underwear off and grabbed the covers from her and said, "No problem let's just have a quickie."

As I began kissing her, she had her legs tightly crossed, and when I tried to put my hand between her legs, she forcefully grabbed it and said, "Not now, Prokash."

At this point my paranoia was killing me, so I overpowered her hand and slid mine between her crossed legs. Instantly my fingers slid into her pussy because her crotch and inner thighs were absolutely soaked and slick. As I continued kissing her, I rose up and forcefully spread her legs apart and then leaned down and slid the head of my cock between her slippery pussy lips. She laid on her back with both hands over her face as I pushed effortlessly all the way inside her. The smell of semen was overpowering coming from under the bedspread. As I began slamming inside her, I said, "It's ok, I wanted you to fuck him."

She instantly replied with a very worried tone, "He just wouldn't stop asking, over and over and over."

I looked at her and said, "I would be twice as turned on if only you had said you fucked him, I wouldn't even care if you told me you're fucking him without my knowing." I continued to stare at her, and she began looking away and biting her lip."

I grinned as she glanced back with a worried look saying, "My God, Prokash, I would have never dreamed in a million years you would have had a fantasy like this."

I just kept grinning and staring at her, and then mischievously asked, "Anything else you want to tell me?"

She took a deep breath, squinted her eyes with a smile, and said, "We might have fucked more than once."

I chuckled and replied, "More than once?"

She remained quiet, still grinning as if to gauge my reaction, and said almost in a whisper, "Ok more than once, and let's please leave it at that."

My cock was about to explode as I began hammering her more forcefully than I ever had since I met her, As I continued to slam inside her, I kept asking, "How many times? Come on, how many times did he fuck you?"

She was moaning loudly after multiple times of my asking and pounding against her body, she said in a strained and labored voice, "Every day." I was erotically out of my mind with ecstasy when she said it, when out of the blue she quickly got a furious, almost possessed look on her face as she grabbed my ass and spread her legs twice as wide. Things began coming out of her mouth unlike anything I had ever heard. I didn't even think she was capable of saying some of these things.

As I pounded her inhumanly she began saying, "You like hearing that? You like knowing I enjoy his cock being inside me... You know he gave me his semen three times today... You like knowing I'm constantly carrying his sperm inside me... You like knowing he fucks me like a whore when you're not here... You like knowing how much I love it when he inseminates me... You like knowing I stopped taking my birth control... You like knowing how much more he fills me...You like knowing that two of his friends came over with him a few days ago... and they all took turns coming in me.

Everything she was saying sent me into a moment of pure sexual insanity. I grabbed her hair, pulled with one hand, and thrust so hard I picked her up off the bed with the other as I began shooting every drop of semen I had in my body into her womb. I continued coming and holding her ass off the bed as I pulled her hair. She screamed at first but then began moving her ass in my hand moaning slightly. We stayed like this for a minute or two until I just couldn't give her anything else, and I collapsed on top of her.

We must have lain there for five minutes saying nothing at all before she finally said, "Just know, Prokash, I'm done with this... Did you have all of your fantasy you could handle? Is that fucking enough for you? You need to tell Rahul, and I mean tonight, that this is the end of your little fantasy. No more fucking when you're not here, no more fucking when you are here. It's done."

She was reserved but quite furious at the moment. Thirty minutes or so later she confessed that everything she said as I fucked her wasn't true, but did admit she had fucked Rahul before I got home, insisting that it was only because I kept begging her to, and she felt she had to find a way to pay me back and/or make me get a grip. I was truly losing it and becoming addicted to watching her fuck. Let's just say she's pretty smart and I got the point. I called Rahul later in the evening, and told him, "No more," and he agreed. After he returned to college from fall break, we only saw him a couple of times in passing and only at a distance with maybe a short wave.

The experience may have ended, but the fantasy is still very much alive in my mind. I have to say it improved mine and my wife's sex lives more than anyone could ever imagine.

(The End)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

raju_s:-

Real life experience

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. It was way back My mother was in her late thirties at that time. She was a very beautiful woman with a Blakish complexion and a body which was the dream of every man. At my age I was very much aware of the sensuality of her body. I along with my parents shared a single room and it was impossible for me to turn a blind eye to her voluptuous figure. I used to feel very guilty when I found myself eying at her large breasts, her midriff, her deep navel. But she was not at all aware of my feelings. She thought that I was still a small kid. Sometimes she would change her sari standing right in front of me. One day my father was out of home for a few days and one of my uncle named Dilip came at our house. Dlip was the husband one of my father’s sister. He was a very open heated person . He was also very free to my mom. He used to cut jokes with my mom and some times it used to cross the limit of vulgarity. I was at my class ix and I realized that he had any eye on her.I had so many times seen him gazing at her body longingly. He came and I went outside to bring some sweets for him. On the way I got one of my friend’s scoter as a result I had returned home much earlier after buying sweets. When I came I was surprised to see that the front door was closed . Hence on trying to enter from the back door I had head Dilip’s husky voice .He was pleading to mom” Chaya (my mom) only once”. I stopped there and heared mom said “ na! na! Jamaibabu pl na!”After that I heard mom’s voice” ah,,,! please leave me Raju will come at any moment.” I immediately I understood what was going inside. So I knocked at the door. After sometime mom had opened the door and I went inside. Then mom made tea and along with sweets she went to uncle. I was sitting by the next room reading a book but I had full concentration at the next room . When mom was crossing my room for going to the room where uncle Dilip was sitting she watched me several times . I realized something will happen. So after a few moments I followed her. When she reached and arranging sweets Dilip from back hugged her and started pressing her boobs! Mom tried to disengage from him and whispering” what are u doing ! Raju is there in the next room !” Dlip told “ Chaya !only once pl I will not disturb u anymore!” But his hands were doing their job. His left hand was catching the left boob of mom and the right hand was trying to pull down the saree, I saw it was trying to catch the cunt. Her resistance was gradually becoming feeble and she told” pl leave me now I shall be comming!” She was pleading. Dlip told “sure?” Mom told “yes ! I shall come after managing Raju Before she came I returned to my room and pretended of sleeping. Mom came and asked” why are u sleeping at this odd hour?” I did not reply. After some time she went back to the next room. I knew that the lock of the said room does not function well and there always remains a gap between the two doors. So I went and stood by the side of the doors. I could see everything on the cot. I saw Dliip uncle was sitting there at the corner of the cot.. My young mind was almost bursting with anticipation and excitement. When mom entered in the room at once Dlip grabbed her from behind and started pressing her boobs from back. After a few moments his right hand pulled down her saree below the navel . He pulled her so low below the navel I thought that her pussy will come out. Fortunately the same the saree stayes just above the pussy. What a navel she had it is like a old two rupee coin. Perfectly round and deep. Dilip put the index finger inside her big and deep navel and started circling the same. Mom’s whole body was trembling she tried to resist but it was very feeble. I relaised that Dilip had total control on her. After playing with her boobs and navel for some moments Dilip went in front of her and took her face with two hands . He kissed her lips , mom also responded by then she was totally under control of Dilip. Next Dilip took her to the bed and lied her down at her back. He took out the “pallu” from the above part of her body , and kissed her navel. Then he tried to open her blouse but failed However mom was totally hot so she opened her blouse and bra by her own. As her boobs got free Dlip set himself on top of her and started to press her boobs vigorously. Mom was moaning “ah! oh! umnn”He was also making some comments which could be heard from outside “Oh what a boob! it is giving me too much pleasure I way dying for it since long!” mom told “ be quiet if Raju woke up then both of us will be in dange!”After enjoying the boobs Dilip disengaged himself and came down from the cot. He opened his shirt pant and inner vests and his fully massive 9 inch cot came out. He will now fuck her.I was thinking how mom will accommodate this huge thing! Looking at the massive rod she told “How big it is how I shall take care of it ?”However mom was very hot then in the mean time she had also opened her saree and underskirt. Dlip now climbed on the cot and set himself on mom’s nude body She spread her fat thighs and he kneeled down between them, holding his penis. With his fingers he gently stroked and pulled at the hair on her pussy. She lifted her pussy up to him. Here, take it all, she seemed to be saying. Now he touched the tip of his cock to her cunt. She froze, waiting. He pushed and I almost entered inside t just to have a closer look at things. He let his cock completely disappear into my mother’s cunt. She cried” uri baba! it is torned” a long cry of simply unbearable pleasure and pain. He caught hold of her shoulders to balance himself and started to move his pelvis back and forth, back and forth, the cot creaking with his motion.”Ummmmm…ahhhh…uummmmm oh ma! I cannot bear mote!”, my mother moaned. Dilip started his movement very fast! Each of his thrust bring resulted crying and moaning from Chaya. After sometimes finally Dilip stopped and lying on mom. I understood that he had emptied his cum tank. A few moments later when they were wearing their dresses Dilip asked” when again?” Mom replied “go elsewhere in future! Never come to my houe anymore!” Next time onwards I saw mom really avoided Dilip uncle. Never allowed him at our house.

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raju_s:-

The incident between Devar and bhabi

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I was told this incident by one of my fried. For the sake of secrecy the names have been changed. Anu Devi , a Bengali housewife of a remote village lost her husband a few years back. Her only daughter got married and stayed abroad .Anu devi was all alone at present. Anu was not good looking but have a voluptuous figure having huge boobs , a bit bulgy belly heavy buttocks and a healthy figure. Her husband had never shown much interest in sex life and as she had only child hence age has a very little impact over her figure although she was at her late fifties. But looked like of late 40. Her husband was a govt , employee so she was financially well equipped to spend this day to day life. Her devar Panna ( the brother of her husband) lived at the next house of Anu devi with his family . They were childless. Everything was smooth but suddenly the wife of Panna expired. When the rituals got finished , then It was decided by the relatives that one maid servant would l be there to make the cooking of Panna, but till the arrangements was made Anu would take care of Panna. Anu had no objection . When she got married that time Panna was about to finish his college and all his demands for food and other things were fulfilled by Anu. But one of the villagers told Anu “Anu pl think twice about the proposal, as in the village Panna does not have the good reputation about his character.” Anu replied “ I am watching Panna since his childhood at the crucial moment of his life if I do not stand by his side then what the villagers and relatives will think? moreover it is a temporary arrangement as soon as the maid will come then my duty will be over.” The villager did say nothing after this. But his body language indicated that he was not happy with the reply. Seven days had passed ! No maid had yet been appointed at Panna’s house.Anu was doing his cooking. After the cooking she kept the meal at Panna’s house . panna took his food at his own house . However for the evening tea he used to come at Anu’s house and devar bhabi spent some nostalgic moment with each other. All thing was going smoothly till that day on which total life of Anu got changed. It was very hot that day. Anu was sleeping only with her petticoat and blouse , As Anu has a bulgy belly she put her petticoat well below her navel. Anu has a round and small navel. She was in deep sleep .The sound of doorbell wake her up , she saw it was almost 6-00 pm .Anu realized that panna had come for

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tea. Anu somehow dbangd the saree and opened the door but as she was in a hurry she forgt to pull her saree up above her navel. Panna came inside. Anu told” sorry I fall asleep. U please wait I am bringing the tea.” She went to kitchen and made tea for both of them and as usual she started talking with Panna. After sometime she felt that Panna is a bit absent minded and with a shock she observed that Panna is staring at her bare belly. The pallu got a bit left sided and her navel was clearly visible. She got a shock to see that Panna was watching the navel. Anu got ashamed and cursed herself for not pulling up the saree in time . But the attitude of Panna had really made her astonished. She could remember the words of the neighbor who warned her about Panna. Somehow she went to the kitchen in the excuse to wash the cups and repositioned her saree in normal. When she came back from kitchen it had started raining. So she started talking to Panna. Now it was all normal , Anu thought it was her mistake to judge Panna they kept talking. It rained about 1 hr. when the rain stopped Panna told Anu” Bhabi! u need not prepare dinner for today. I will bought dinner from town. I might be late a bit But I shall definitely be there by 10 p.m”. Saying this Panna had left. It was almost 10-15 , there was no sign of Panna. Anu thought Panna forgot but she preferred to wait for another fifteen minutes. Then when she about start cooking the doorbell rang. Anu opened the door and saw Panna had come with a lot of food packets. “ Bhabi!” said Panna “ Pl! help me to keep these packets”. Anu told “I am thinking that u forget.” Panna replies “ it was crowded Bhabi! that’s why I am late! Anyway serve the food I am feeling hungry!” Anu started to serve the food .There was huge quantity of Non veg food items. Anu sayid ” Panna! u know that I am widow hence how can I take this non veg items! “ Panna replied ”Forget all these old superstitious values bhabi! pl take these foods! “ Anu says” But!” Panna stopped her and said If u do not eat these food I shall not take mine too.” After a lot of pleading finally Anu agreed to eat the non veg food. But when she served she found that the quantity is enormous and it will be really difficult for them two to finish. When she told this to Panna. He replied “ Let us Try bhabi! then we will think” So they started dinner it was 11-00 pm .Anu is taking non veg food first time after the death of her husband. At the beginning

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she was a bit uncomfortable but gradually she was enjoying. After some time Anu said” It is enough Panna! I can not take more! u pl finish the rest!”Panna replied” oh bhabi! u eat nothing ! Try some more. during this rain I brought this food with a lot of difficulty. Now if u do not eat I will feel bad. ”. Anu felt sorry she tried to take some food but she was realizing that her stomach gets full. After a long time she was taking non veg food so she was enjoying and wanted to eat some more but how? Then she felt that as she tied her saree very tightly that’s why she is unable to take much so she went inside and made the saree string a bit loose and low forgetting the incident of the afternoon. actually her desire for much needed non veg food after a long time overcame over her conservatism. The dinner was just about to be finished the rain started. It was raining like anything supported by thunderbolts Panna said” It is raining bhabi! Let me wait for some time I shall go home when the rain will be stopped. Anu say” Ok let us go inside and talk! I have eaten much more than my quota so I will sleep a bit late.” They went inside and sat on the cot Speed of rain was gradually increasing. They had started talking on various topic Anu was talking about her daughter their old days when they were in joint family. Panna was talking about his marriage life. Anu felt that Panna was not happy in his marriage life. There no sign of stoppage of rain. Heavy dinner made Anu a bit sluggish .Her saree pallu went a bit aside exposing her big belly and navel fully exposed.Suddenly Anu realized that Panna had come closer to her. In the tube light Anu saw that Panna was watching her longingly. Anu’s breath gets stopped. Does her sixth sense anticipate something? She was about to cover her belly Panna caught hold her hand.”Please! do not cover! let me see you!” Anu angrily told “what do u mean?” Please bhabi! “Panna pleaded and put the index finger of his right hand inside the bare navel of Anu. Anu screamed “ Panna! what are you doing?” Panna did not reply he made Anu to lay on bed at her back and put his tongue inside her navel. Simultaneously his hands were trying to catch the boobs of Anu. Rain was in full swing Anu tried her best to resist but she also was feeling the urge from inside to co-operate Panna. Actually long hunger of sex was making Anu’s resist feeble. She felt that her cunt went wet and pre cum juice is coming out. But she was still trying to resist Panna and pleading “ Please Panna! I am like your mother ! Pl leave me!” But Panna was in no mood to stop or release. He was able to unhook the buttons of Anu’s blouse and cupping her breasts. Anu’s gave up not because of the force of Panna but she realized the urge from inside was directing her, Her breath had become hot, Her nipples got bigger and stiff . By this time Panna had opened her blouse and pleading “ Bhabi pl open ur bra! “ Anu told “ Panna! Pl allow me to go to bathroom! I promise you that I shall come and join u.” She went to bathroom adjusted her saree in normal position washed her hands and face , she thought this will help her to clam but she felt that her own urge of sex is not allowing her to calm. So she decided to cooperate Panna. She passed her urine and went to room. When she was just outside room she did not find Panna inside the room , Anu thought that Panna went to his house. But how ? Rain was still falling! Anu had a peculiar feeling ! One of her feeling was to get relief from Panna and not engaging herself in sex ! The other feeling her made sorry not to engage in the sex after a long time. In this dilemma she entered inside the room. Panna hugged her from behind . He was standing at the door side to give a surprise to Anu. Immediately his hand pulled the saree down almost to the pushy and his right hand was playing with the navel of Anu his left hand was playing with the boob . Now Anu realized that the erect cock of Panna was pushing hard at the ass crack of her and his right hand is at the cunt hair. She felt that the finger of Panna is trying to enter inside her cunt. Anu got astonished by heself hearing moaning from her own voice. Her feet were not supporting they instructed her to go to bed. Anu told Panna” Pl go to bed I can not stand more”. Panna told . “ One moment let me free u from ur dresses”. While saying so he made Anu to stand in front of him and planted a deep kiss. Anu also responded she had no control over her. During kissing Panna was able to open the blouse and bra of Anu and then he took of her saree and petticoat. Anu stood absolutely nude in front of him . Now Panna pulled off his dress also , his fully erect cock in staring at Anu. Anu felt that Panna’s tool is bigger than his late husband. Now Panna took her to the cot and made her lay at the back. He started kissing from hair to nail of Anu. Then he started pressing the boobs of Anu. Anu never felt boob pressing can be so enjoyable to a woman. Panna made the nipple at the centre of his palm and pressed ,sometime circling around the nipple. Anu’s whole body was shivering. She never got such pleasure from her late husband! After playing about fifteen minutes Panna told Anu” get ready bhabi! I shall fuck you now!” Anu was desperately want the cock of Panna inside her but she told “ Not today!” Panna pleaded “pl” umm, told Anu spreading her legs and guided the cock of Panna inside her cunt. Panna gave a full thrust and the instrument had gone inside fully. Anu got immense pleasure. Throught her marriage life she never got such pleasure from her husband the size of Panna was perfect to her cunt. Her cunt is full . Now Panna had started his movement very fast every thrust of him giving pleasure to Anu and she also responded lifting up her hip. Panna was ramming his cock but Anu never felt any pain. At last the climax comes Anu felt that her clitoris swallowed the cock of Panna . Finally Panna’s speed gets slow Anu realized that Panna will discharge his cum at any moment . She hugged Panna tightly and Panna discharge his full cum inside her. After five minutes he disengaged himself from Anu and went to bathroom to clean himself. Anu also wore her dresses. By this time rain had stopped. Panna told “I never had any such intension bhabi! but today when I saw ur ur belly and navel I went mad! Bhabi can we do this everyday?” Anu replied “ I shall tell you letter. now pl go home! otherwise neighbors will think bad” .Panna left .Anu also went to sleep feeling the enjoyment she got from Panna. Note • This was not a story but a true case . For the sake of secrecy the names have been changed and the witness of the total incident has not been included in the incident . This was the beginning there are lot of love making between these two. Those who want to know more may pm me.

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Unexpected Part one

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Here is how i found truth is stranger than friction

this is the first part

I am 42 and my wife is 36 and we got married about eight years back. We both are average looking persons. I am 5ft 6 inch and my wife is only 5ft. The most noticeable part of my wife’s body is her huge boobs and butts though she is not a fat lady. I always find men ogling at her boobs and butts. Due to her huge boobs always her cleavage become visible whatever she wears. I am in a transferable job and in every three years we have to go to a new city. We are very much free to each other and enjoy sex very much and we both love to experiment on that. However we are till have no kids. We use to see porn movies and also love to surf porn sites together. We also like to imitate scenarios from porn movies as well as porn sites which make us horney. However, we kept our adventures and fantasies regarding sex among ourselves till this incident happened about four months back.


About 10 yrs back I was posted in Pune where there was a Marwari colleague in our office with whom I was very close. He was married then and was having one son and one daughter. The son was about 10 yrs old and the daughter was about 4 yrs. However, he was a real raunchy man and always had a sexual hunger for wives of other men. Not only that, if he got any opportunity he will try to get any married woman under him. However, I was lucky that I was unmarried at that time and not only that we two enjoyed with the wife of one colleague of our Pune office when her husband was away on an official tour of four days duration. However, the event happened about four month back does not involved him but his son Vishal who was grown up to a nice young man of twenty years age.


On last Independence Day I received a phone call from my ex Marwari colleague after about four years. He told me that his son was having a two day long examination in our city and he also asked me whether it is possible for me to arrange a suitable accommodation for his son on first week of September, 2013. I told him that I will check for suitable accommodation and I will call back to him in two days. However, I can not find any available accommodation for my friend’s son and was very much upset. Then my wife suggested that why not he come and stay with us as we are having a spare guest room in our apartment. I was hesitating by thinking that it will be to some extent problematic for my wife as I go to work at about 8:00 am and come back at about 9:00 p.m. on weekdays and she stays home alone. But she told that it will be better for her as there will be some company for 2-3 days. Then I call back to my ex-colleague and told him the scenario. He was first hesitating about the stay of his son in our apartment but when I told him that my wife suggested that his son should stay at our place he agreed.