Kishanchanji schemes to humiliate Vinit further – Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor

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

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

“I will make up for it tonight,” I pleaded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How come you are here?”

“You were supposed to come only on Sunday!”

“Oh Manisha I just couldn’t wait any longer to meet you!”

“Stop It!” Manisha said gritting her teeth

“DON’T”

“Vinit is right there”

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

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

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

“What is this?”

“A Gift!”

“A Gift? For me?” she quipped excitedly.

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

“Don’t open it”

“Let me see”

“Just wear it and show it to me.”

“Now”

“Yes Now!”

“Wear that and come here to relieve me!”

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

“Are you crazy?”

“We can’t do anything here in Vinit’s presence,” she added.

“I don’t care!”

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

“Wouldn’t you reciprocate by at least relieving me?” he pleaded

“Oh Kishanchanji!” she whispered, “You are so impatient.”

“The whole of afternoon and evening is ours.”

“Until then have patience!”

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” I asked.

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

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

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

“Gifts?”

“Yes, there is more than one.”

“I hope you don’t mind me accepting them.”

“Don’t you think it is going too far?”

“Yes. But you wanted me to go that far. Isn’t it?”

“We already have gone too far by allowing him to have sex with me. Isn’t it?”

“Honey but I don’t want you to get emotionally involved with him.”

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

“Honey that would jeopardize our relationship,” I pleaded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What is the harm in that?” she argued.

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

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

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

“No relationship is more important to me than ours.”

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

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

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

“No,” was my reluctant response.

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

“What kind of liberties?”

“I don’t know. Why don’t you ask him?” she shot back.

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

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

“What privilege?” she asked intrigued with my question.

“I don’t know.”

“Something that we wouldn’t to grant him,” I said shrugging my shoulders.

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

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

“Oh stop it! Don’t be so insecure,” she almost screamed.

“If he wanted to impregnate me, he could have done so by raping me or even by blackmailing us,” she added.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kishanchanji you wouldn’t mind helping me. Now, would you?” she asked him in her sexy voice.

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

“What?”

“My gift you are wearing.”

“You are so confident that I would wear it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you accepting my proposal then?”

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

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

“I can’t accept your proposal unless you let me know the other three conditions.”

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

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

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

“You got me wrong!” he said

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You better believe it!” he said very confidently.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But do remember that would be an end to our relationship,” he further added. Although, the sentence sounded like an ultimatum but the tone wasn’t intimidating at all.”Can’t we do it in the afternoon?” she said perhaps wanting to buy some time and the reasoned, “I am not even dressed for it.”

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

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

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

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

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

“You got the ring?” she asked.

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

“Yes,” he said ignoring the coldness in her voice.

“Two of them?”

“No. Just one for you.”

“What about you?”

“I don’t need to. It is the women who wear to show that they are already taken.”

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

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

“That means you are accepting the proposal?”

“YES” she let out in her breathlessness.

“You are already wearing the gift?” Kishanchanji asked the obvious.

“YES. Now come on don’t waste time,” she sounded almost short of breath.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I do” was her giggling yet nervous response.

And then came one by one his three dreaded conditions.

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

“What is that?” she almost yelled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I accept but how is it possible?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Doesn’t that even things out?” she asked earnestly.

“No it doesn’t,” was Kishanchanji’s emphatic response.

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

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

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

“Ok,” she said, “So, what do you want?”

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

Saying this he enumerated his third condition(s).

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

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

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

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

“C. You wouldn’t be allowed to shower or cleanup between the celebrations.”

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

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

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

“How would it expose?” Kishanchanji asked.

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

“Do you think Vinit is that dumb?”

“So what do you propose?” Kishanchanji asked her.

“Why don’t you ask something sensible?” she quickly retorted.

“Like what?”

“Do you need to have the third condition?” she asked

“YES,” he replied emphatically.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No. That’s it!” he happily responded.

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

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

“Shut up!”

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

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

“You need to accept the third condition.”

“I do!” was her response to Kishanchanji’s relief.Her acceptance to Kishanchanji’s conditions broke my reverie. I had dreamt of her having a torrid affair but emotional involvement was never part of it. Inside, Kishanchanji inspected her wrapped up in the sexy lingerie he had presented to her. She had gained back her shape so the two piece lingerie adorned her. Manisha kneeled in front of him and offered him her best blowjob. Kishanchanji’s hip gyrations confirmed that he appreciated her newly acquired skill where she would let the tip of the penis probe the opening of her throat. She could only do it a few times but that was enough for Kishanchanji to dump his load into her mouth.

I sat there silently, sifting through my emotions. I weighed everything my wife discreetly agreed to. For the past several years they had spent a lot of time together so the intimacy didn’t surprise me; however it extending beyond the norms of decency bothered me. True, I was excited at the prospect of having my wife serviced with a well endowed male but her getting so intimate with him at an emotional level irritated me. What did I expect? He would like a mechanical robot come every day, screw my wife, and leave without any tell tale signs? Thinking it from Kishanchanji’s perspective, I could understand why he wanted more than just sex from my wife. She was beautiful, young and willing to act slutty for him. Why right in front of her husband’s prying eyes, she had the audacity to make out with him. In a complete act of brazenness, he demanded she dress in the sexy lingerie he gifted her and relieve him in our kitchen in my presence. It made me wonder if Kishanchanji knew about my tacit approval for her affair. Then again the conditions were nothing short of extraordinary if one were to take into consideration that their affair was less than 2 ½ weeks old. Either I was too dumb to not notice what had been happening all these years or I was completely unaware of the chemistry that had been developing between them.

What puzzled me most were his second and third conditions. Recollecting one of the conversations about me going down on her after he had sex with her confirmed why he insisted on the third condition. It seems he harbored secret thoughts of humiliating husbands of the wives he screwed and definitely derived pride in enlisting wives services in achieving that goal. Now, I wasn’t averse to this notion of making up with my wife after she has sex with another man. In fact, I had specifically made a point to choose stories that described such acts in all its glory. Was it a surprise then that the women in those stories showed fascination for their lover’s semen? And not surprisingly, umpteen number of such women end up getting pregnant from their lovers, all the while ensuring that their husbands used condoms or weren’t allowed intercourse during the fertile period. It seemed inevitable – her carrying his child. With the voracity she displayed it only seemed sooner than later. There wasn’t any point in resisting the idea of Manisha living up to her promises; at best it was hypocritical. It was evident that my ego wasn’t allowing me to entertain those ideas openly. Accidents were easier to accept as a consequence of treacherous lifestyle. Yet, I longed to know the undercurrents about what was transpiring. Did my dear wife, instigate those three conditions? Were they aware of my ploy of eavesdropping on me?

It bothered me that Kishanchanji had a free pass to sample charms of my wife from now on. There was no doubt that he would be a regular visitor to our house. And that only meant that she would be inclined to be accident prone with him than me.

Much of the match was ignored. I sat glued to my place but they made several excursions to bathrooms and other rooms on some pretext or other. It annoyed me but the painful erection soothed me. Kishanchanji excused himself after several hours. Manisha squeezed next to me after attending to our son. She lovingly hugged me and without any further encouragement, I pounced on her. I pushed my tongue into her mouth. She let me have my way with her. Her mouth open, enticing my tongue and inturn massaging it gently with hers. Her body moved in unison with mine; very soon our pelvises were aligned and the grinding motion had commenced. Her breath and sensuality of the kiss conveyed her horny state. And her overall action conveyed that sexually she still desired me. After being challenged by such a well-endowed man that was comforting.

Moving to her sensitive breasts, I noticed a familiar musky smell. Something that I may have noticed while kissing her as well. My heart ached at the realization that I may have misunderstood her need to be soothed instead of getting fucked. And perhaps I may have misinterpreted the odor of her breath as well. When I gently unwrapped her ripe breasts from the intricately woven lingerie that Kishanchanji had gifted her, the odor intensified and filled my nostrils. In the faint light, the reddish spots on breasts were apparent. It reeked of semen and kissing them confirmed that my suspicions were well informed. Her aureoles were covered with a thin layer of white substance and when she directed her nipple straight into my mouth it was crystal clear. I had the urge to clean up her other breast but resisted it.

When we began our journey down this path; it was mostly by me impersonating the ‘other man’ in the bedroom. Most of it focused on the sexual act itself with a little bit of verbal foreplay. But, we all know, how corny that sounds; hence it didn’t last for long. However, we never ever contemplated on the aspects that happened after the wife’s episode with her lover. We read about stories that explicitly involved those themes and do recall that those descriptions did excite us. When Manisha pushed me southwards – it seemed as if she was enacting one such episode. I was paying roughly with her nipples at that moment but somehow that seemed irrelevant. Nuzzling into her pelvis, I looked for the tell tale signs of their action. The musky odor emanating from vagina didn’t disappoint me. Her fingers played with my hair as I inhaled the aroma of their sex. Arousing her with my nose and lips by tracing her pussy lips over the flimsy pantie that only acted as a veil that adorned or rather revealed more than shielding her private parts.

I didn’t expect them to have engaged in intercourse but I sincerely wished so. She arched her hips and spread her legs to provide better access. In a few minutes, I pushed aside gusset of her pantie to reveal her pussy lips. The sight stunned me. Her pussy had no trace of hair, perhaps at at the behest of her new husband.The thin slit that I was accustomed to had been replaced with a dilated slit and her pinkish pussy lips were deep red in color but the most important difference was that her lips flared up. The minor difference validated her choice of him as her mate. The resentment of welcoming Kishanchanji to our lives didn’t quite vanish but atleast it assured me that he was a worthy suitor for my wife. This impact was only in a matter of few weeks, so I wondered what may happen after a few years.

She let out an audible moan when I pushed my tongue into her pussy. There wasn’t any sign of semen but it had distinct aura of a well-fucked vagina. It had faint acidic taste similarly to what I found on her breasts. She relished my attention for the next fifteen minutes without inhibitions. It took much lesser than that for her to reach the pleasurable zone. Despite having cum few times already that morning, she came once again. And one of the earlier occasions where she didn’t encourage me to mount her but continued enjoying my tongue. I continued pleasuring her as she climbed down from orgasm.

Eventually, when I did move on top of her, she locked her lips with mine and in a swift move firmly grasped my penis and milked it for what it was worth. Her other hand massaged my sacs. Manisha had never been so kinky; usually, she would grab it and guide it to the right place. We lay suspended in an awkward position with our mouths glued as her hands sensually massaged my taut penis between our bodies. It took only a few minutes for my penis to yield; spewing my semen over her stomach.

Later that evening, I broached up the subject for her morning rendezvous.

“What kind of liberties did you allow Kishanchanji?”

“Just the kind you would insist on.”

“I wasn’t that explicit,” I countered.

“Stop kidding,” she interjected.

“As much as you hate him,” she said, “you do fantasize about me moaning with pleasure under him.”

We kissed languidly. The atmosphere in our house had been electrifying in the past few weeks. Such acts weren’t restricted to certain times or places in our house, now they happened spontaneously. We were in such state very early in our marriage but then it would immediately escalate into a romp in bed. Recently, we were content to keep ourselves in that elevated sexual state and only appease each other in micro episodes. We kissed a lot more and groped our sexual parts without having any obligation to end up in the bed. It meant that we were constantly on the edge, paving way to the sexual talk that started engaging in.

“Kishanchanji wants to help us,” she said, breaking the kiss.

“His help comes in two ways – first, he wants to invest in our business & second, he wants to help us grow our business.”

“Now, I know,” she said, reading my mind, “you are wondering why?”

“But don’t worry about that for a moment.”

“He believes we can double can our business in no time,” she continued.

“Really?”

“That’s odd,” I said, correcting my tone.

“Yes, we are barely afloat.”

“But we know the reason behind that,” she countered.

“Yes it is Amirchanji. He has been practically screwing me,” I said in frustration. She chuckled.

“Competition is not always the right strategy – sometimes cooperation works better.”

“You may be thinking – instead of getting screwed, allow him to screw your wife.”

“But this is a serious commitment.”

“Kishanchanji agreed to weigh in from our side.”

“Why is he so generous?” I mocked.

“Its complicated,” she sighed. I wondered if Manisha would gloss over the details about her understanding in the morning.

“Your disgusting neighbor,” she exhaled, “proposed to me.”

“All it means,” she immediately clarified, “that he wants to rein his philandering nature and commit himself to a steady relationship.”

“It only means – more of what we intended,” she added. She uttered those last words directly into my mouth as she latched onto my lips once again. Her ways had changed. She was confident and open about her wants.

“You serious?” I asked. I tried my best to sound genuine. She seductively kissed the diamond ring on her finger. Her lips delicately pursed around the shining stone. It was a stunning specimen and may have cost a fortune. It dwarfed our wedding ring, sitting right next to it. If the difference between the rings was any indicates, it spoke volumes about my stature as a husband. And I did dreaded thinking about the differences in our equipment sizes.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” she whispered. Her face had an aura of a newly wedded wife. And then she pursed her lips to kiss the stone once again; this time she pushed her tongue out to give it a few licks. It was mockery of my talent in bed and business. He wasn’t only a better businessman but also adept at seducing women, half his age.

“What does it mean exactly Manisha?” I asked. She tried evading the question but when I insisted she said, “it only means that we entertain his as my husband.”

“Allowing him the privacy that you allowed today – perhaps, a little more.”

“He doesn’t need to know that I know?”

“It doesn’t take much to figure out such things.”

“But the important point is that Kishanchanji would find ways to let you know as well.”

“What do you mean?”

“This morning, attempting what he did is not for the faint of the heart.”

“Its a new beginning for him so he is playing with spontaneity but deep down he wants you to know about it as well.”

“Are we talking about any particular timeframes?”

“Forever – until he loses interest, which may be another ten years.”

“We should agree though that we both want this,” she said.

“Are you comfortable?”

“Not quite.” I wanted to be honest.

“Just to clarify that the relationship is based on sex but trust is an essential ingredient.”

“My love towards you and my attachment to our family is unaltered.”

“It only gets stronger.”

“However, to gain his trust and keep him trustworthy would require more than sexual involvement on my part.”

“He is looking for a wife.”

“Someone with whom he can share his highs and lows. Someone to whom he could whisper sweet nothings. Someone with whom he could sleep on a regular basis.”

Without waiting for my feedback, she continued, “This is a lot to ask from a married woman.”

“He understands that. It would be tempered with common sense.”

“This paves the path to living our fantasy under our roof and have someone of Kishanchaji’s caliber mentor you.”

“Thoughts?”

“It is not quite what I envisioned but certainly has some positive aspects,” I responded.

“Absolutely.”

“He is a good package – good bedmate and excellent businessman – and his age and looks rule out the possibility of jealousy on your part.”

It was true that the fear of losing Manisha to her was not something that I entertained but the fact that he may fulfill her sexual needs far better than I ever could bothered me. True, I needed that to happen for such a relationship to have meaning but the fact that he was on higher pedestal in this regard pricked me.

“We need to win him completely.”

“Not just live out our fantasy but also to learn from him and shore up our business.”

Manisha’s activities had soothed his nerves. He was more receptive to our normal needs and it seems that Manisha was the catalyst for that transformation. My prejudices didn’t allow him that liberty but when I looked back he had definitely mended his ways.

“Don’t you agree?”

“What are you suggesting?”

“Is it a good idea for us to have in our side?”

“Absolutely. I have looked over his unpleasant characteristics in the past because we all know what he is capable of.”

Manisha still was unclear. She contemplated about something but seemed unwilling to openly share about it. Yet, it was evident that she didn’t want to evade it.

Hesitantly, she started the dialog, “you remember the stories that we used to read?”

“They were queer – it took me a little while to even entertain them.”

“And some of the acts, thoughts were despicable.”

“Yet I noticed that they strangely excited you.”

“Although, I disapproved them, I went with the flow, but every now and then some of those very same ideas would fire me up.”

“What ideas?”

“Which stories?”

“I wondered,” she said, ignoring my questions, “who could entertain such thoughts.”

“Little did I realize that one day those acts and vivid descriptions would enthrall us.”

I wasn’t clear but guessed that she may be talking about the taboo aspects of those stories, some that difficult to understand for a new comer.

“To my utter dismay,” she said, taking a deep breath, “the very same perversions fuel his desire.”

“What do you mean?”

She was lost in thought, almost envisioning some of those taboo acts.

“Let’s just say,” she said carefully, “he takes pride in the fact that he can bed other men’s wives.”

“Especially,” she emphasized, “your wife, who is half his age.”

“And it is not the occasional opportunities but complete subjugation of these women.”

It might be appropriate to reiterate how some of our fantasies evolved and how we started this journey. It was not clear when we started down this road but at some point to bring some excitement to our sexual life, we started reading some of the stories from internet. We realized, quickly that what we really liked were stories of wives or girlfriends getting involved with other men. It perhaps is important to highlight that most of the stories that we preferred where there is mostly one-on-one action between the females with their lovers with often the husband being aware of it. And more often than not the stories that stuck with us were the ones where the affairs that lasted several years. The one-night standers were summarily rejected to the dustbin. We loved the ones where the wife was fixated on one or two male lovers due to some physical characteristics – more often than not due to a much larger sized equipment, although performance in bedroom scored plenty of points for Manisha. Essentially, the wives were in awe of their lovers for some reason or another and were willing to shower their sexual love on them.

Manisha continued clarifying on what she really meant.

“He purposely left telltale signs during his earlier affairs.”

“Chewing on their lips or nibbling on their breasts.”

“Condoms were scarce – he would ejaculate inside them most often.”

“Why?”

“That may expose his affair.”

“It may seem so,” she responded, thoughtfully.

“His intention was to find the ones who could entertain such a possibility.”

“It is counterintuitive.”

“Finding out couples, who could entertain such notions – aren’t we one such couple?”

“How did he identify them?”

“With us it was different.”

“He saw a young, beautiful wife who wasn’t guarded as the other newly married brides were.”

“He just pushed his luck.”

“He could only garner your receptiveness. How could he ascertain my interest?”

“Women are prone to extramarital affairs,” she said, “according to his theory.”

“But societal norms don’t tolerate promiscuity.”

“Women hence would consciously avoid situations that may even expose them to such opportunities.”

“However, if he does find one – one who may be willing to entertain such possibility.”

“Then it piques his interest.”

“Yet, such women might just be susceptible to temporary lapses of morality.”

“What he is looking for women who in good conscience court such opportunities.”

“Women look for explaining their transgression – pushy stranger, circumstance, hormones, or whatever.”

“Most women never get past this guilt – and try to shield themselves from such mishaps.”

“He walks straight past such women. They are not his target.”

“He looks for women who leapfrog the guilt state and end up in acceptance state.”

“Societal norms, however, dictate that the woman have support of her husband to be in that state.”

“How exactly would he know?” I asked. The theory was reasonable but the reading was not so apparent but little did I realize that the answer was in the theory itself.

“When I entertained him the first time – it was an opportunity.”

“An opportunity to make out with a beautiful lady – something that he wouldn’t let go off under any circumstance.”

“But when I entertained him the second time, and the third time, in a very short span of time.”

“It had to be either my low moral values or that my husband is aware of my adventures.”

“Why would couples desire this?” I asked, trying o steer clear of the revelation that Kishanchanji may actually know about my tacit approval.

“You seem to have spent time discussing these aspects with him.”

“He started them and I went with the flow,” she answered.

“It is simple –

“the couple needs variety.

“or the man desires to see his wife make out with someone else.”

“We know where we are in this mix.”We didn’t talk much after that. My tongue pursed her lips and yearned for her saliva. She responded with the same hunger. With me on my back, she lay sidewise next to me kissing and fondling my penis with her left hand. Yet again this was an unnatural position for us as a couple but somehow we got comfortable as the time passed. She alternated between feeding her tongue and her breast into my mouth. All the while she continued jerking my penis that was now having difficulty postponing ejaculation.

She whispered into my ear, “don’t fight it, let go, we can resume normal sex on our anniversary night.”

And it was the second time when I came all over her fingers. She grabbed a rag to clean my pecker and washed her hand before returning to me again. And to my utter surprise, she leaned down and took my pecker in her mouth again. She languidly, remarked, “Kishanchanji gets ready within a matter of twenty minutes.”

However, I was no match for him in this regard. Strangely my desire for sex doesn’t go down as much so I urged her to straddle me in a 69 position and I gave her one of my best tongue-job. For the next half-an-hour, she perused my services and for more than half the time she simply straddled my face, grinding her pussy over my face.

After that ecstatic session we were rather reserved for the next whole day. Things had moved too swiftly. Within a span of three months, Manisha embodied the characteristics of the women in those stories. She was reluctant earlier in our relationship but now she didn’t shy away from even the nastiest parts.

Kishanchanji kept some distance after her acceptance. Manisha kept with her ways by insisting on resuming normal relationship on our anniversary night. So, our sex was restricted to oral with me pleasing her most of the time. Our anniversary was three weeks away but it didn’t seem that far. It had spiced our episodes. On the business front Amirchanji agreed to partnership proposal. However, the business expansion duties, especially in our remote locations, were relegated to me.

Manisha became comfortable with the elderly gentlemen and preferred to spend time with them instead of others from our social club. She was playing courteous host to her husband’s new business partner and to the person who made that possible. It only seemed a matter of months before Amirchanji would enjoy her bedroom charms. The sex was electrifying and so was the environment with them prancing around her in an attempt to sample her charms. Kishanchanji showed tremendous restraint allowing Amirchanji plenty of opportunities. However, I knew that Manisha wouldn’t want to appear as an easy lay. After all, Kishanchanji had to toil for over three years.

She still hadn’t bothered going over the details of her agreement; it wouldn’t be exactly comfortable for her. The next three weeks our sex life was astoundingly good. We practically made it thrice a day and every time she refused intercourse and suggested that we wait until the anniversary night. Something was cooking. Two nights before our anniversary, I managed to broach the subject again.

“Manisha,” I said, “you never finished on how we should get Kishanchanji on our side.”

She blushed. It was reminiscent of earlier days when Manisha was shy and didn’t encourage conversation on such taboo topics. She ignored my question and paid attention to my pecker again. She held my penis lovingly in the palm of her hand and remarked, “Do you know long his penis is?”

My penis shirked at the mention of my competition. It involuntarily rescinded from any kind of a challenge handing over the crown to him. She showed the length and girth of his penis against mine, quite emphatically. She continued stroking my penis, lost in thought.

“His support has certainly steadied our business,” she quipped.

“How do we ensure he remains our well wisher?”

“You are practically his wife,” I remarked.

“Not quite.”

“What are your thoughts?” I asked, encouraging her. She was focused on my genitals. Her one hand stroked my penis while the other massaged my testicles.

“His are huge,” she sighed, accentuating her massage.

“They hang way below,” she added, highlighting how low his sacs drooped. Mine were much smaller and very compact. I had never thought that drooping testicles may fascinate someone.

“He loves it,” she said, “when I relish it with my tongue.”

“Taking each one in my mouth, gently sucking on it, ensuring that my teeth don’t come in contact with his nuts.”

“Does he like it?”

“Absolutely.”

“He says that increase libido.”

“It also encourages semen production,” she said, looking at my surprised reaction.

“If you don’t believe, I spend about 15-20% of the total time just doing that.”

Her answer stunned me. Ever since their first nights conversation, I dreaded her fascination with the idea of mating with multiple men for the so called expanding the genetic pool. Although, she consciously avoided some of the dangers her subconscious mind continued encouraging those notions.

“It does – for his age and the amount of time we do – he produces substantial amount.”

While I wanted to talk about her ongoing episodes, I really didn’t want to since I had the impression that she wasn’t really entertaining him. Given that we hadn’t had any intercourse in the past couple of weeks it didn’t seem appropriate. So, I felt she may be talking about the initial week or so.

“It’s bitter,” she continued her monologue, “but I don’t mind it.”

And this was from a woman who never entertained that notion for me for the past four years. Yes, she wasn’t averse to performing fellation but completing it by swallowing was never even talked about in my context.

“You mean to say that you have let him cum in your mouth?” She didn’t anticipate my direct question but adroitly handled it by saying, “I couldn’t say no.”

“Besides this is what he wants,” she said, looking deeply into my eyes.

“Condoms are not for him.”

“He prefers to stick it in bare.Prefers to unload inside me. Expects me to perform just fellatio for the quickies.”

“He tore them more than few times already, btw.”

My apprehension weren’t unfounded. It was evident what Kishanchanji really wanted right from the beginning. It may be a little difficult to understand what Manisha desired when thought about in a conventional framework. However, the most complex issue in our triangle was what I wanted. Yes, I have dreamed about Manisha allowing her lovers to take her bareback. Yes, I have thought about them unloading inside her – every single time. And yes, I did envision the risk of her getting impregnated by one of them. Yet, I knew that when sober the ramifications would scare me.

“Even if it didn’t, do you really think I would have any semblance of sanity if in the middle of a heated session to stop him from getting rid of it?”

“Allowing him that liberty, should certainly have him on our side.”

If one were to evaluate the privileges that Kishanchanji had rationally, there wasn’t any need to further sweeten the deal. He was already getting the best he could by bedding my wife on a regular basis. Her allowing unprotected sex, although technically – she still was taking pills – that wasn’t true, just shouldn’t have mattered.

“I am not sure,” I croaked.

Manisha didn’t push the issue further and that night, we simply decided to rest the issue instead of arguing it over. However, the sex had definitely fired us up, although Manisha again insisted on the unconventional form of sex that she had been introducing me to past three weeks. Irrespective of her fascination with his semen, one thing was quite evident that our sex life had been transformed. True, it wasn’t quite conventional but our frequency made for it.

The following night, just the day before our anniversary, I decided to pursue the subject again. She had made the plans for our anniversary but didn’t share any details with me. Apparently it was supposed to be a surprise. Yet I remember that she had promised Kishanchanji entertain him on our anniversaries.

Instead of answering my direct question, she said, “let me show you a game he taught me.”

We were undressing ourselves in preparation for another round of steamy sex. She pulled down my pajamas exposing my hard pecker and then getting rid of her own panties, she straddled me at the waist. This was surprising as she intended to not to engage in any form of intercourse until our anniversary night, which was tomorrow. She carefully aligned her pelvis over mine and took hold of my penis. The sheer thought of entering her velvety folds edged me closer to ejaculation. She rubbed the knob with her fingers and gently stroked it before making her next move. She delicately pushed my penis back against my lower stomach and positioned herself right on top of it.

“It is fun,” she exhaled. She carefully lowered herself on my penis but pressed the tip of against my stomach with one hand. Finally, the warm, velvety folds circled the girth of my penis. Carefully looking at it confirmed that my penis nestled between her pussy lips. She gently rocked her pelvis while holding down my penis with the tip of her fingers. The warmth of her vagina sent pleasant sensations through my body. She rotated her hips, slid it forward, backward and then would exert downward pressure. While it didn’t equal the experience of an intercourse, it definitely worked wonders given the past three weeks regiment. Finally, she let go of my pecker and controlled it completely with her pelvis and vaginal muscles.

After playing for over five minutes, she quipped, “Strange, yours is very obedient.”

“What do you mean?” I interrupted. She moved her hands behind her to get hold of my testicles and started gently massaging them.

“Oh, Kishanchanji’s somehow finds it way,” she retorted, still focussing on the movement of my penis.

“You tried it without a condom?” I blurted. She nodded stealing a smile.

“The girth and size are mesmerizing,” she justified, by marking the dimensions of his penis on my stomach vis-a-vis my penis.

“Done it after he is done – to titillate him for next round.”

“It does.15-20 minutes.”

“Still how can it go in?”

She rolled her eyes and carefully let out, “Oh, he makes me do this in reverse cowgirl position.”

“He loves staring at my dark brown asshole – and keeps on working at it.”

“Sometimes, he would make me fellate him in the middle of intercourse, which I would by removing the condom. And after spending a few minutes on it, he would push it back in without asking for another condom.”

“And one time he actually fucked me immediately after he came in my mouth.”

“I couldn’t believe it as he never lost his erection.”

Her admission surprised me. She had attempted all the things that were forbidden as per our understanding.

“He never asked – just did it.”

“Are you following what he is trying to do?”

“Trying to mark you as his bitch?”

“He gets pleasure out of it.”

“Although he never said it explicitly but he has been consciously doing it ever since we started our affair.”

“My willingness may have conveyed your tacit approval but at the same time it has also transformed him into our well wisher.”

“Is that all?”

“Just letting him have you as his slut would do it?”

My tone wasn’t quite appropriate but neither was Manisha’s proposal, I thought. She didn’t react but thought about it for a moment.

“Looking at the sexual aspects one could describe it in that manner.”

“However, there are better ways to put it.”

“Not that I am complaining.”

“But you should remember that you wished for this, although you may have reservations about him or reservations about certain aspects of the relationship.”

She waited for me to counter her but I didn’t. I had pushed her to take a lover. I had lead her down this path by exposing her to those ideas. I had read those stories animatedly and sometimes cajoled her to enact some of them. There was no point refuting it.

“So you agree?” she finally asked. I nodded.

“Wait a minute.”

“He wants me to be his wife for life.”

“Now that may not mean much for a man old enough to be my father. He does expect to relive his married life with me.”

“And that means he expects to go to bed with his wife. Have a pillow-talk every now and then. Screw her in the wee hours. Take a shower with her. Take her out to dinner every now and then. etc. etc.”

“All of this poses a peculiar issue since I am actually your wife.” I didn’t have to explain my apprehension about what she was trying to say. However, some of this I suspected may happen sooner or later since he was our neighbor and lived alone most of the time. That was also one of the reasons Manisha chose him as a potential candidate. She had also insisted that it would be an ongoing relationship, so some of what she suggested had been implied. But reserving a place for him in our bedroom was far too much for me to assimilate.

“I do understand this is unusual – but so was your perverse desire to see me with a lover.”

“This certainly would keep him close to us – having me at the center of his universe.”

“Wait that is not the end of it,” she said as I shrugged with resentment, or what seemed more like resigning to my fate.

“And just as he would expect his wife to bear children – he expects the same from your wife.”

“Before your react,” she immediately stopped me, noticing my anger.

“You have to admit that he doesn’t really need our permission for this.”

“All of what I have described he can willingly do to us – now that he has substance to blackmail us.”

“Don’t you agree?” This was actually true and the dangers of which I didn’t realize before making that proposal to her. It didn’t have to be Kishanchanji, it could have been any person. Manisha was of course very beautiful and young; so the dangers of such things were always present.

“Manisha we are pushing it too far.”

“We should think about this very carefully.”

“Absolutely.”

“The last part while certainly understood was never anticipated.”

“But this is something Kishanchanji craves.”

“And I hate to admit that quite often my body wants to entertain that idea.”

Her honest admission for the first time did scare me but was glad that she brought it up as a concern rather than a demand. There was a silence for a long while and then I managed to ask, “Did he impregnate the other women?”

She didn’t answer. She was lost in thought and it took a little while for her to register the question and then answer, “Yes.”

“Was the husband aware of it?”

She was hesitant but answered, “No one knows for sure, but Kishanchanji believes that the husband was aware and actually encouraged her.”

“Who?”

“Apparently the woman yielded to Kishanchanji’s advances to conceive a child,” she explained.

“But the physical change he brought out in her and the passion he evoked were hard for husband to deny.”

“The husband did benefit from his wife’s heightened libido and the sexual variety she brought into her bedroom.”

“She resisted Kishanchanji for a little while after her first child but that didn’t last for long. Her husband practically pleaded and tried every way to initiate things between them again.”

“Of course, not much was actually needed.”

“It lasted for four years with her miscarrying once and finally getting pregnant the second time.”

“Kishanchanji wasn’t sure if the second one was his but he suspected that her husband was most likely the father.”

We had disengaged from sex during the serious conversation but now things were warming up again as we initiated our foreplay again. My penis that had shrunk in size was getting inflated again as she played with it and continued manipulation with her vulva.

“Does he really think that I am like the kind of husband you were describing?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“What’s important is that your persistence has lead us down this path.”

“And it has worked wonders for us by enriching our sexual lives.”

“Who could entertain someone like Kishanchanji?”

“Not that woman. She wouldn’t consider marrying him.”

“Not me. He is not the husband type.”

“Yes, he is shrewd and quite adept at making love.”

“But I wouldn’t get married to him and hope that he is what he is.”

“It would only be possible the way it has happened.”

“We need to get the best that we could from him and at the same time ensure that he gets what he deserves.”

“There is no need to decide now.”

“Lets enjoy the moment.”

We took a few more minutes to wrap up that session. Just as were about to doze off she kissed me and wished, “Happy Anniversary.” It was past midnight. The next morning I headed to office early to return back home for the surprise that Manisha planned for the evening. As I stepped outside, Manisha pushed a letter into my hand.

“Careful. Don’t lose it,” she said. It was a sealed envelope with a few pages inside. As I turned to ask, she said, “read it alone and guard it carefully.”

I understood that she wrote a letter to me. It should have been something that she wasn’t quite comfortable saying it to me. Exercising tremendous control I drove to the office, handled my morning chores and visited the bathroom to read the letter in privacy. It was an handwritten letter a few pages long. It was obvious that I had to either destroy the letter after reading or guard it. It read…

Dear V.

Due to your persistent pleading we embarked on this adventure. I appreciate your thoughtfulness in allowing me to choose the candidates and overseeing the shortcomings of K.

You may wonder about the recent development; may regret my preference for K. But surely, you agree that he has been instrumental to the partnership with A. This should set us on a steady course and allow us to expand our business without taking extravagant risks. Credit is due to you for your trust in your faithful wife and her instincts. It would still require hard work on your part to ensure continued success. And quite certainly your absolute faith in my commitment to our family.

None of this should be drudgery. We embarked on the adventure not to expand our business but to enjoy our youth. Our business benefited from our extracurricular activities not the other way around. Liberating ourselves from the shackles of a conventional society has been a welcome change. And so has been your accommodating attitude towards K.

Why K you may wonder? We may have ruminated over this for several weeks but this eternal question may still be gnawing you. Please don’t think of your wife as a slut. True she may have exhibited some of the characteristics but she didn’t decide at the spur of moment to embrace this lifestyle. It was a gradual process that took several years. You were the principal catalyst for the transformation but K wasn’t far behind. You wanted me to take a lover and K always wanted to be that lover.

K has been an incessant admirer of your wife ever since she stepped in your life. It was unwarranted attention that I avoided during the early phase. Yet I remember how violently my body reacted when he touched even my hand sensually during those days. It fascinated me – the confidence of a person whom I had shun on every single occasion. It never dented his ego as he relentlessly pursued me and little by little he gained ground. If you ever wondered, who I fantasized about during the initial years – it was him. It wasn’t a conscious process but no matter how much I tried, he always figured in them. It was evident that he was absolutely smitten by your wife. Soon, your wife subconsciously started finding ways to get nearer to him. However, it wasn’t until we started going down the rabbit hole did I realize that if ever an opportunity arose, K would be my first lover. In fact, if I were to make a confession after the birth of Tushar, I knew that sooner or later your wife would err and indulge him. Even then your wife’s fascination for him cannot be rationally explained. Just the way his confidence in his ability to have his way with your wife cannot be explained. Your wife resisted him and his thoughts only during the first few months. Had he pushed his luck in the sixth or seventh month of our marriage he could have enjoyed the charms of your wife all these years. Believe it or not Tushar may very well have been his progeny. And it wouldn’t be because he was raping your wife. No, it would be because she would consciously allow him such an opportunity.Some of this may sadden you but I believe honesty is important. My love for you has only increased in all these years; so this is not a reflection on our relationship but simply your wife’s irrational fascination with K. Your wife has fantasized over a zillion times of having to spend her first night after wedding with him, offering him her virginity.

It may still not explain why your wife chose him as her lover. It may have been his dark complexion, ugly looks, short stature, expanded waist. In other words, the stark contrast between him and your wife. What I know for sure it was his unwavering confidence of his ability to woo your wife. His unrelenting passion to make your wife his slut. I still haven’t fathomed the complexity of our relationship yet but someday perhaps we both would understand it.

All of this even when she wasn’t aware of his sexual competency.

What now?

If this has already annoyed you then please don’t read any further. However, if it has given you a stiff erection then do continue to read. If you are confident of my love for you and my commitment to our family then please do read. Our life needn’t be be mundane and if want it could be not only exciting but also unique in many ways.

It should be apparent that K has a special place in my heart and it isn’t the platonic corner. K also happens to be our well wisher – someone whom we can trust and rely on as you learn the ropes of running and expanding a business. A is shrewd as well and hence we would need K’s guidance in guarding our interest in business. While we can count on K’s support even otherwise, I believe, expanding our family to include him would be an excellent way to have him on our side for life.

K, however, has his own ways. He derives pleasure in letting you know that your wife is his slut. It may surprise you to know that it was his suggestion that I don’t allow you intercourse until our anniversary. K doesn’t know that I experimented with his advice. I was curious to observe what your reaction may be. It indeed surprised me that the intensity actually increased and our sexual episodes were much longer and we indulged far more often during this period.

K also insisted on defiling me before sending to you. His conjecture was that it would fire up your libido. The first time I experimented with it was when you allowed him liberties in your presence. The sex was electrifying that day. Semen on my breath invigorated you as you simply didn’t stop sucking on my lips. Similarly, semen inside my vagina made you go down on me for much longer durations. These were done on his insistence but K has no idea that I had experimented with that already. There were only traces of semen in all the occasions but every time it always had an amplifying effect on you.

I kept you in the dark as performing the experiments with your knowledge would have no significance. K’s experiments are deceptively innocuous as many do have a lasting effect. One of K’s experiments is something that has always unnerved you. But before I explain that, let me elaborate on how we ended up here.

As explained earlier, K had struck a chord in me much before even we started contemplating on our sexual fantasies. This was evident to everyone around us, except you. You only thought of him as a lecherous, elderly neighbor. His daughters, however, knew K treated me extra specially and were aware of his fascination with me. In the third year of our marriage, his elder daughter, M, shared about her father’s fascination with me. She explained while this may seem scandalous and inappropriate it was explainable. Due to my close proximity, young age, and his unsatisfied state this was bound to happen. She asked me to overlook it. However, she suggested that if I ever considered on cheating you then I shouldn’t write him off as an old man.

My friendship with M grew over that period and we came far more closer. Finding me not offended by her admission of Father’s love for me, she started sharing gory details about K’s adventurous lifestyle before her mother passed away. And even to some extent until a few years later after her death his affairs continued. She explained how the women were absolutely smitten by their father and how frequently they visited their place without any reason. Often she would overhear the moans of the women as her father would screw them in his bedroom. It were as if the women never refused anything in the bedroom. Something changed around that time and he focused on bringing up his two daughters.

When I became pregnant with Tushar, she said had I been more considerate for K a few months back, he would have fathered our child. Her odd remark did offend me but it also occured to me that subconsciously I had craved for this all along. It was always him taking me bareback and always in the fertile phase. When I recollected that my pangs would always peak during that phase when I would find opportunities to get closer to him. Nothing much had happened until them but I had allowed him to touch me in a non-sexual way. M was confident that I too was attracted to him. She warned that the sparks would fly sooner or later and in fact urged me to contemplate on initiating an affair as soon as I was comfortable after childbirth. She cautioned, however, to get started on birth control as her father had a penchant for knocking up the women he slept with. The stories we read where the woman and sometimes the couple constantly chose the lovers to impregnate the wife were already etched in my mind. And M’s prophecy turned out to be a self-fulfilling prophecy. The more I thought about the more my body yearned for it.

Eventually, after T’s birth you became adamant of living out our fantasies. And here M was suggesting how K could stretch out my already dilated vagina. Needless to mention that K had to be my first choice as a lover. If it hasn’t been apparent yet then let me clarify that one of his experiments is to try fathering our child. So, your apprehensions weren’t unwarranted. However, not considering him as a choice was hardly an option for us. Apart from the fact that he is a shrewd businessman and can help us grow our business, he lived right next door and practically spent most of his time with us. It was a perfect setup. Yes, my morbid fascination with him was an issue that I knew would hinder my ability to keep sex with him under control.

K had zero regard for the privilege he was getting. Knowing very well that I was insisting on a condom, he would more often than not push his luck. On occasions having spent once inside a condom, he picked it up immediately after getting rid of his condom and stuffing his cum soaked penis back into my vagina again. It is as if he knows in only a matter of months he would have me pregnant with his child. And I don’t doubt that possibility. Yet it is that willingness of mine that has paved the path for our partnership with A. It is that same willingness that has brought him much closer to me than any other woman he had been with earlier. Just in case you are wondering, I had started with the pills already, so there wasn’t a chance of mishap.

My conscious mind may disagree with my body but it can never win over it. In the heat of the moment it always gives in. Although, I would strive to keep such mishaps from occurring we should never rule out the possibility of an accident or my unquestionable surrender to his supreme equipment. If at all, the chances of such an event is far more likely given my young age and my eagerness to please him.

Neither should we shun away from such notions as K’s ulterior motive is to impregnate your wife. Our resistance would only intensify his efforts. And yet not able to sow his seeds would only turn him away from us.

None of this should surprise you – not completely. You had always imagined me with a potent lover; someone who could satisfy my sexual hunger, someone who could captivate me. You have always wanted the very best for me. And hence despite your reservations and knowing very well about the dangers of making out with K you didn’t stop me. You cautioned me but your urge to see your wife mate with K was far stronger than your conscious mind.

Remember, I have not spoken about A yet. A is indeed secondary and although I have never thought about him much, I do find him attractive. We could include A in our inner circle if you can live with the idea of your wife getting boned by two elderly gentlemen on a regular basis while you toil at work. If you were to ask me to choose between the two then answer should be obvious. But, I suspect we may really not have the liberty to choose one or other.

There is a strong chance that these two elderly gentlemen may enjoy my youth far more than you could ever enjoy. It is evident for the next several years K may have full access to your wife on a daily basis. A may not have that kind of frequency but it is clear that he would take advantage of the opportunities presented to him amply. Perhaps you wouldn’t want anything short of it either.

It is our anniversary today. It has been four years since we committed to each other. We may have erred from our traditional, monogamous lifestyle but our marriage is on strong foundation. Our love very strong and our commitment to each other only increases each passing day. We may have a choice to make this year – either we could keep it the same way it has been all these four years or aspire for something greater.

Having come down this path, I would like to see us progress further. Plain vanilla lifestyle doesn’t enchant me anymore. However, it is important that we decide on this together as a couple instead of me making the decision. If things are unclear to you, please reread the letter again. Here are my conditions, no matter what choice we make:

a. We don’t ever talk about this letter and any of the details that I have shared with you. Think of this letter as my secret diary that you accidentally read.

b. Don’t hold a grudge against me for doing things without your consent. We have to trust each other and know that none of us would do something that would jeopardize our relationship.

c. Honestly admit our choices. There is no point hiding our feelings when an adventurous lifestyle awaits us.

d. Be willing to live with the consequences. Despite all our precautions things may go wrong. We need to take it in stride as we coast down this adventurous path.

e. Realize that life may seem unfair with me having all the benefits. However, that is precisely what got us down this path – trying to give your wife the best. Never forget that there are some things your wife does only to give you that pleasure that you yearn for.

f. Things may go too far and accept that they will. Why wouldn’t anyone want to capitalize on such a splendid opportunity with a beautiful, young wife? Even if we want to extricate ourselves from the situation, it may not always be easy.

g. FInally, always remember there is nothing more important to me than our relationship. No matter what I say or what I do with others, you should never doubt my love for you and my dedication to our family.

Now let’s talk about the various choices we have.

Choice 1 – Put an end

We agree that it was great while it lasted. However realizing the treacherous nature of this lifestyle we decide to put an end to it. Realize that if you do pick this choice then we would put an end to everything. As I said earlier it may be difficult for us to extricate from this situation given that K already has tasted your wife but I will try my best.

Choice 2 – Continue with our extracurricular activities

We like to spice our lives and like the experiments that we have played with so far. However, we don’t really want to escalate it any further. K would be allowed infrequent liberties but there would be set boundaries. We may let K know about our stance and allow him the pleasure of my company as long as he honored our agreement. This is the stage at which we currently are but we may have flirted with the higher choices. It sounds like the status quo could be maintained but I am not quite sure about it.

Choice 3 – Let’s not kid ourselves

Well, let’s face the reality. To assume that K would be happy to honor our artificial boundaries is naive. He never asked our permission in the first place and this may have happened even if we had not agreed a priori. Let’s just accept him as my husband and give him that status. Let him enjoy the charms of your wife, have the love that he always longed for, and the warmth of her body that he always craved for. We could come to an arrangement where during certain days of the week, I am his wife. However, I insist that he spends time with me in our house. We keep my relationship with him and my relationship with you quite separate; just the way Draupadi did it.

Choice 4 – Time to be brave

Well, K has a mind of his own. No matter how much we try to keep it even he would get a large share of his wife. Even if we insisted on splitting the number of nights evenly, we know that he could have far more sessions with his wife. It should be no secret that during each of those sessions he can take me to heights that we have rarely scaled together. And with his penchant for control, we know that he would take your place as my first husband. Hence instead of considering both the relationships evenly – when it comes to sex, we can weigh my relationship with him higher than ours. Please do understand that K would be my primary husband (sexually) once you make this choice. This is much more than what we have ever contemplated but I am quite certain that we both would relish it.

Choice 5 – Liberate ourselves

We no longer have to live a normal life. Given that I have two husbands of which one is far more sexually potent than the other, interesting ramifications arise. We don’t restrict ourselves to conventional sex but instead try things and openly experiment to learn new ways of making love.

Choice 6 – Fate

Let us accept our fate. Accept that K is the alpha male of our family and deserves to be first in every regard. He deserves to go to bed with his wife first, sleep with her whole night if he wishes, be the first to screw her, and even impregnate his wife. Not once; not twice but as many times as he pleases.

Each choice subsumes the previous choice and builds on it. You needn’t worry about my choice as we began on this path on your insistence. If you do wish to end it please make the first choice and we will not entertain any such possibility in the future. This may irk K and I am not quite sure how he would react to this. Not to mention the support we have garnered in the recent months should not be counted on.

In choosing any of the above choices, please don’t worry about societal norms. It wouldn’t be known outside of our circle, so please don’t make your decisions out of that worry. As things stand today we find ourselves at Choice 2. There are four more steps ahead of us before we can embrace this lifestyle wholeheartedly. This progression doesn’t have to happen overnight should we choose to embrace it.

If you are still concerned about my choice then there is sufficient information in this letter that should make it clear. Please reread the letter and make up your mind before coming home.

The choices have significant impact on our relationship in the long term but any choice 4 and above would have an immediate effect on our relationship. If you opt for any choice 4 and above, then we should celebrate our anniversary with K and that essentially means me celebrating with him. Please keep in mind that with any choice above 4, K would be an integral part of our life and not much could stay hidden from him. No matter what choice we make we should be honest with each other and make sure that the progression is smooth and something that we all are comfortable with.

Happy choosing.

Yours lovingly,

Finally, my wife Manisha put forward the proposal that Kishanchanji had for her. Not in the manner he had phrased it but something very similar. Choice 4 or somewhere between choices 4 & 5 was what she agreed with Kishanchanji. Choice 6 was her own twist.

Manisha’s choice was flagrantly evident. I read the letter several times to confirm but each time her choice became more and more emphatic.

Kishanchanji may have eventually scored with her anyway, so me denying that wasn’t really much of an option. And quite honestly, I had entertained that idea several times already. While my mind had already arrived at a decision, I kept on consciously reviewing it over and over again. My rational mind wanted to postpone the eventuality as much as it can and I tried to stick around choices 3 or 4.

We were supposed to head out for dinner at about 7:00pm. When I reached home about half an hour earlier than planned, she was still getting ready. She had just finished her bath and was about to get ready. She ignored me and went about working on her chores. When I tried to hug her from behind, she shooed me away saying, “I need to get ready for my husband!”

“Which one is up to you,” she quipped, as she walked past me. Her hips swaying sensually. She indeed was acting aloof; not sure what she really expected from me. It took half-an-hour to get ready when she stepped out, she stunned me.

Manisha wore her wedding saree for the occasion. It was a deep red colored, intricately woven saree complete with the very same blouse she wore on our wedding day. Her jewelry was much simpler but I noticed that she wore the necklace that Kishanchanji presented her. She never needed any makeup but on this occasion, she put a little bit of lipstick, to match the color of her saree. Her hands sported a ton of bangles and the palms of her hands were adorned by Mehndi. She looked an exact replica of the Manisha I married 4 years ago with no perceptible changes in her looks. She had put on a little bit of weight, with sizeable breasts now. If I had a choice between this Manisha and the Manisha I married four years back, I would have opted for this one. Ever since she mated with Kishanchanji she had become far more alluring, in every imaginable way.

Her attire had shocked me. I sensed a surge in my groins. It was a special occasion for her and perhaps for us. She hadn’t dressed this way during the previous anniversaries. She avoided looking at me and continued with finishing her chores so that we could step out. Remembering that she had fantasized of Kishanchanji taking her virginity on her wedding night, I realized that perhaps she wanted to enact that fantasy of hers. Perhaps she expected me to be brave and embrace “Choice 4.”

The whole afternoon I had been fretting with this notion. Why was I trying to restrict Manisha’s freedom? It was evident that Manisha was aiming for the ultimate – Choice 6. If it were just fantasies then I wouldn’t aim for anything short of that either. However, real life is complicated and all our choices have consequences. And often we are just not willing to live with the consequences.

We were a young couple married very early and have one child with no near relatives. In fact, we considered our friends to be our relatives as that’s the set of people we interacted with often. We were fairly affluent, although our business had been struggling for a year or so. So, financial stability was not much of concern for both of us. Yes, we didn’t want to squander what we had and definitely wanted to build on what we already had. On the sex front, we had liberated ourselves from the shackles of a conventional society. It was evident to both of us for the next foreseeable future Kishanchanji could visit us and spend intimate moments with Manisha without causing an iota of complication to our lives, at least not externally. Manisha’s confession that she would have succumbed to him sooner or later took away some of my guilt. After all, I lead her down this path but with her admission, perhaps she wasn’t a reluctant victim either. As I thought about it methodically, I realized that what bothered me the most was the fact that Kishanchanji would know that I was cuckold. Yet, it was clear that he already knew about it. If I furthered this, then it also bothered me that he would be aware of my tacit approval while impregnating Manisha. However, societal compulsions were of least concern as Manisha was shrewd woman and she had already contemplated on the consequences.Manisha’s fascination with him and her confession about the cravings left little doubt in my mind that she intensely desired sex with him and it wasn’t just for recreation but also for procreation. Kishanchanji was old but Manisha was very young, if we indeed did contemplate on accepting the proposal she may deliver another baby in about a year’s time frame. It was clear if we did want to pursue “Choice 6” then we shouldn’t delay it any further.

She had prepared herself in anticipation of entertaining Kishanchanji. Would she allow him to take unprotected, I thought? Even if she had done away with the pill, she may still not be ready to get pregnant I thought. Yet, this evening may actually be a seminal event of our life.

Manisha always knew that she was incredibly beautiful. Even so, she walked around the house flaunting her beauty shamelessly, doing mindless chores and ignoring my presence. Was it simply an act to avoid looking at me or was it more subtle? Not many wives would write such an explicit letter to their husband and have the courage to look into their eyes. Whatever reservations I had about my impending fate were melting away. The heat she emanated was irresistible. And no, I wasn’t thinking of taking her in my arms and making lover to her. It was the thought of Kishanchanji making out with her in this state came to my mind.

“Are you going to just stare at me or prepare me for my husband?” she shot at me. I was stunned with her words as it took a few moments for me to register them. It was the directness and condescending tone that didn’t escape my attention. She had an air of supreme authority as if she knew what was about to transpire.

“What are you waiting for?” she again said, shaking me from my reverie.

What I hadn’t noticed is that she had turned off most of the lights in the house as we were about to leave. She switched off the last light in the kitchen as she waited for my answer. It was fairly dark but we could see each other as silhouettes. She stood by the kitchen wall facing the stairs waiting for me to make my move.

“Aren’t you ready?” I blurted.

“For the dinner – yes,” she said, “but not for the occasion.”

Observing my confused state, she said, “Why don’t you kneel down, so I can explain.” Without any emotion, I kneeled down right at the spot I stood, by the stairs. She ambled sexily, her waist gently swayed side-to-side, to the place I waited for her. It must have been less than 10 steps but every step of hers was deliberate. She stood there right in front of me; my face level with her groin. When my hands moved up to hug her, she pushed them away.

“Don’t spoil my saree,” she said in her stern voice.

In the darkness, I felt the sexual heat emanating from her just as I could hear my heart thumping away inside my chest. Her dominance, melted away my adamance. It would have been a shame if I hadn’t admitted what my ultimate choice was.

As I waited patiently, she lifted her Saree slowly. It was evident what she really wanted me to do. Just a moment later, she straddled my face, having picked up her Saree carefully. My mouth found her soaked pantie that was wet with her own juices. Never did I find her so profusely lubricated. There wasn’t any other odor but the odor that a female in heat would have. It didn’t have the fragrance of soap nor did it have the pungent odor of sweat. It was pristine, perfectly washed and cleaned for her new husband. I pleased her with my tongue in that awkward position for next ten minutes. All the while I wrote with my index finger on her left inner thigh the number 6. In other words, I was conveying my choice to her in a subtle manner. She had let the Saree drop around me as I remained concealed inside pleasuring her. Her tender pussy lips had flared up by the time I was done with her. She was ready for her new bull – emotionally and physically – I thought.

As we stood up, she gave me a peck on my lips, saying, “Looks like you have already decided,” and groping my engorged penis trapped in my trousers.

“Let’s go,” she said, holding my hand.

“I need to get ready,” I complained.

“For what?”

“Are you telling me that you really want to end this or not take it any further?”

“No.”

“Then you are ready for the occasion.”

“It is K’s and my anniversary if you remember,” she added

It seems Manisha already knew what the result would be or perhaps she was clear about what she really wanted. So Manisha dressed like a newly wedded bride and I dressed like an office going clerk stepped out.