Manisha came upstairs to clean up and make herself presentable. I had moved into the bed very smartly and woke up as soon as she got out of washroom.
“Manisha has the match started?” I asked her in a sleepy tone.
“Not yet, there is still half an hour more,” she replied nonchalantly.
I got from the bed and followed her to our living room where Kishanchanji was comfortably sitting watching the TV. It seems it had rained heavily and the match had to be called off. So, nothing much happened that night and we both went back to sleep again without wasting much time.
The next morning, when I woke up, I couldn’t find Manisha next to me. It was already 10:30 in the morning and Manisha was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for us. She is an early riser but I am sure even she must have got up very late today. I quickly got up, freshened up and joined her in the kitchen.
She was making egg omelet for breakfast. I hugged her from behind and started kissing her. She was pretty hot from last nights tryst and returned my kiss fervently. While kissing, last nights scenes went through my mind. These were the same pink lips that were penetrated yesterday by Kishanchanji’s lucky penis.
I again looked at her to envision what it would feel for an old man like Kishanchanji to have sex with such a young lass. We were into the act while all this was going through my mind. It didn’t last for long as the milk she had kept for boiling overflowed. Manisha worked on cleaning the gas stove as I moved to the dining table for my daily dose of news. I, however, just couldn’t get the last-night scenes out of my mind and blurted out
“Did you enjoy last nights session?”
To my utter surprise instead of getting shocked she had an amused look on her face. She only smiled and her cheeks blushed in response to my question.
“How was it?” I asked her again.
“How long were you there?” she asked me
“Where?”
“From where you sneaked a peek?”
“I saw almost the entire thing,” I meekly responded.
“Then you already know the answer, I guess,” she shot back.
I knew the answer but somehow had this urge to hear it from her. Although, I hated the thought of even letting that lecher touch my wife, my dick somehow relished the idea of Manisha getting used by Kishanchanji. I was terribly excited by the scene of her head bobbing up and down on his manhood. She had chosen a potent mate, at least his manhood suggested this, and I was sure that he would be equally adept at servicing her. Incidentally, I had found the talk between her and Kishanchanji also very exciting and asked her, “What was that talk about breeding and all?”
She smiled again but this time a bit more playfully. When I asked her again she said
“About what? About diversifying your genetic pool?”
“Basically it means conceiving from multiple people diversifies your genetic pool and gives your progeny a better chance to cope up in this world,” she defined it in a very technical manner.
“And you bought that argument?” I asked.
“Of course. What’s wrong with it? That’s how things are in animal kingdom,” she retorted
“And are you considering it?” I asked
“I haven’t given much thought but the theory seems to be sound,” she answered to my satisfaction.
“You didn’t answer my first question, though?” I said in an attempt to hear from her description of last night’s session.
“Which one?”
It seemed she had forgotten about the question and I said, “About last nights session and whether you enjoyed it or not?” clarifying what I meant.
“Obviously,” she added after a second.
“Did he live up to your expectations?” I probed her further.
“We didn’t do everything as you know but whatever we indulged in, I found him to be extremely talented,” she put it in a nice manner after giving some thought.
“So you plan to continue the affair?” I asked her inquisitively.
“Yes, of course!” She said emphatically and then added, “By the way, how did you like it?”
“Did it live up to your fantasies?”
“Actually it was much more vivid than that,” I said coyly not wanting to let her know how much I enjoyed her session.
“So, your dick does like me entertaining your neighbors Ah!”
“Come here. Sit down. I need to talk to you.” Saying that she pulled me onto the sofa.
“Right at the outset, I would like to tell you that I love you, she said holding my hands in her hands and looking deeply into my eyes.
“What happened last night has opened my eyes to so many possibilities in the sex department?”
She was lost in those scenes as she said this to me.
“Earlier I was very reluctant to look for sex outside marriage but now I have the urge to experiment.”
Her words trailing at the end but then coming out of her dreams she added, “A lot and with a lot more people!”
I was mot sure what she precisely meant or had in her mind but I didn’t want to cease the momentum our relationship had gained. To comfort her I said, “You deserve a lot more Manisha and I fully support your decision.”
“I wish you had considered other desirable men as potential mates, though,” I added clarifying that I didn’t quite approve of her relationship with Kishanchanji.
“I understand why you detest him but Vinit we have to be practical,” she said in defense of her choice.
“Ever since we have got married, he has been pursuing me. I had resisted all his advances so far until you started pushing me to look for a lover outside.
“He was a natural choice for me and it was just a question of how good he would be in the sex department.
“My initial hunch that he would be much better has turned out to be true, at least partially,” she said with a sly smile hinting towards the final act of intercourse that didn’t happen last night.
“Even the proximity helps in making things happen frequently yet discretely,” she continued.
All the time, I was just looking into her eyes. I could sense it, how desperately she wanted to continue her affair with him. Yet at the same time it she had meticulously thought out before starting her affair with him.
“Manisha our intentions are clear. We want to have some harmless fun but Kishanchanji seems to be more interested in impregnating you,” I said putting forward my apprehensions. I was sure that we both were not ready for considering something that extreme.
“Your concerns are valid,” she said agreeing with my interpretation of Kishanchanji’s actions.
“But that is expected from him. It is in his genes and for many years he has not been able to sow his seeds,” she added very tactfully.
“You seem to approve of his attentions,” I complained
“I am neither approving nor disapproving but just acknowledging his intentions,” she replied calmly.
“Is it that hard to guess reaction of a nomadic Lion on meeting a Lioness in heat?” she exhorted.
We both were avid fans of National Geographic and Discovery and often viewed the wildlife shows on these channels. So this reference didn’t surprise me but it only intrigued me and made me wonder the direction in which our conversation was heading.
“I have seen the eagerness of caged Lion in him!” she exclaimed.
“A Lion who has been deprived of his mating privileges,” she added justifying Kishanchanji’s motives.
“But the Lioness would never let a nomadic Lion mount her,” I reasoned reminding her about the instincts of a Lioness.
“Why?” she asked
“For fear of reaction of pride owner Lion,” I responded.
“But what if the pride owner Lion himself wants his Lioness to mate with such nomadic Lions?” she retorted. She had touched upon on a very sensitive issue and I was getting uncomfortable now. It was me who had pleaded for her to experiment in the sex department with other men.
“The nomadic Lion wouldn’t waste any time and would mount the Lioness as soon as he senses willingness in her,” she continued.
“And he would mount her not once but several times until he is sure that he indeed has impregnated the Lioness.”
She clarified Kishanchanji’s intentions or rather justified his intentions. I didn’t understand what her motives were in letting this happen. So, I asked her, “What is your role in all this?”
“All I have to do is willingly accept him every time he approaches for copulation.”
“Let him mount me and quench his desire of mating with a prized Lioness,” she elaborated.
“Are you implying that you would let Kishanchanji impregnate you?” I asked, puzzled with her explanation.
“All I am saying is that he would mount me on every possible opportunity till the time he doesn’t plant his seeds in me,” she said nonchalantly.
I was further confused with her explanation and asked her, “How would you stop him from impregnating you then?”
“Every Lioness has a natural defense that protects her from getting impregnated by nomadic Lion until his virility is ascertained.
“All I have to do is prolong the natural defense cycle that women have and being a human, I have recourse to artificial means to achieve this.
“Kishanchanji will be mounting me every day in an hope that someday the condom breaks and he ends up impregnating me.
“Or that someday in the heat of the moment I let him take me bareback and he ends up impregnating me.”
“You seemed to be very well aware yet are willing to take the risk,” I said in frustration.
“That is the very reason I believe he will be able to give me incredible sex day after day,” she exclaimed
I was lost in thought while she was giving all these explanations. I was sort of regretting the fact that I urged her to consider sex outside marriage. I never thought that things would get out of hand and she might have her own plans on continuing such an affair. While I enjoyed the stories of wives getting impregnated by someone else I couldn’t digest it when I faced that prospect.
In our leisurely sessions where we read the stories to each other and enacted them, we downplayed the impregnation aspect; we mentioned it only fleetingly on occasions where this was the central theme. Although, I do remember that both of us got very excited while reading such stories but we never proclaimed that we liked such a theme.
“Why are you so concerned?” she asked moving closer to me on the sofa.
“I remember you were very excited when we enacted some of the impregnation stories from the net,” she added her fingers tracing my lips and gently caressing my face.
“Yes but it was a fantasy,” I meekly replied not looking at her.
“Well, wouldn’t you want to enact that fantasy of yours?” she asked me playfully as her fingers played with my lips and I had gently sucked her left index finger into my mouth.
“No,” I said jerking her hand out of my mouth and tried to move away from her.
“Do you really mean it?” she asked playfully and added, “Let me see what the little master has to say.” She was referring to my pecker and to my utter surprise I had an unmistakable stiff erection that was almost on the verge to explode. As her fingers traced my bulge my head dropped in shame. I was not able to fathom why I wanted her to get impregnated by Kishanchanji, or for that matter some body else. But it was clear that although I had this, perhaps, latent desire I didn’t want to admit it.
“Your little master is saying something else,” she said toying with my emotions.
“Manisha there are lots of complications with that,” I reasoned, trying to change the topic of our conversation.
“You need to be prepared for them, then,” she said emphatically.
“With the kind of engagement we have with Kishanchanji such things can happen even after taking precautions.”
“Well if it happens as a mistake then it is fine but we should not purposely get into it,” I said
“I have no intentions of delivering another baby so soon. So, you need not fret over it,” she said cheering me up.
“So, what is the plan?” I asked
Neither Kishanchanji nor I want to waste any time in taking the affair to the next level.
So, we have to start at the earliest, implying that I give her an earliest opportunity to consummate her relationship with Kishanchanji.
I had to work on a very important sale and needed to visit my office today despite being a Saturday. Running your own business has its own issues. I guessed Manisha could utilize that time to get much better acquainted with Kishanchanji.
That day I had great difficulty in driving out the thoughts of my wife screwing Kishanchanji out of my mind. I had an important sale at hand that needed my complete attention but my dick wouldn’t let me concentrate on my work. Finally, I had to jack off in the office restroom to relieve myself. Only then I was able to focus on my work. I had spent almost 3 hours on my work before a phone from a friend interrupted my concentration.
After having some casual talk with my friend I thought of giving a call to Manisha to find out what was up. Surprisingly, there was no answer. I tried a few more times but again she didn’t pick up.
After another 5 minutes, I got a call from Manisha. She was short of breath and cursed me for calling at the wrong time I told you not to disturb me she said in an irritated tone and suddenly her conversation changed.
“Honey, I am fine. I was in the shower and hence couldn’t take the call. I got to go now.”
I knew that something was definitely up at home. Either they were into the act or had just finished the act. I had a tough time getting my thoughts back to the proposal at hand. With great difficulty I submerged myself into the files and only got up after the proposal was ready. It was around 9:30 pm and I got a call from Manisha to find out when I was returning.
I wondered if she wanted to have one last session with him before I returned and hence called up to find out. Anyway, I was to be back home in half-an-hour so was not sure if they would cut it so close.
I was home by 10:20. She was waiting for me at the door, wearing just her sexiest night suit. In no time I pulled her into my arms and our eyes met. She looked a bit tired, perhaps with the extended session with Kishanchanji. I checked for any signs of her rendezvous with him. Her skin seemed to be a bit more flushed and I saw a few bite marks around her lips, remnants of passionate kisses that were exchanged that day, perhaps. Her lips themselves looked tender, succulent, and reddish in color.
I lowered my mouth to hers, she didn’t resist but neither did she reciprocate. My lips were engulfing her lips in an effort to penetrate her lips. Gradually her lips parted and I could feel my tongue sneaking in through her lips. She responded to my kiss by pushing her tongue deep into my mouth.
I wonder if Kishanchanji had just left for the day and I tasted their mixed juices. Her breath smelled normal and their wasn’t an tangy or salty taste so she definitely hadn’t given a blowjob to him just before I arrived.
With our intense tongue play, we found us moving into the living room and crashed onto the love seat where Kishanchanji had seduced Manisha last night. My hands were all over her body and I slowly unbuttoned her top. My hand sneaked into the bathrobe caressing her smooth skin onto one of her mound. Manisha gasped involuntarily as my fingers played with her nipples.
As my hand massaged her tits, I could witness the signs that Kishanchanji left for me. Her breasts were unusually fuller and red. Her flawless fair skin had lots of bruises and hickeys on her breasts. I lowered my mouth and took one of the nipples into my mouth. I gently rolled my tongue over her nipple and caressed her areole with my tongue. I then took her nipple into my teeth and very gently started nibbling at them. Manisha enjoyed this foreplay a lot.
“Easy Vinit!”
“Kishanchanji has already drained my milk,” she moaned.
“He did!” I exclaimed.
“All evening he was latched onto my breasts.”
“What else did he do?” saying that I was moved slowly towards her crotch.
“Slow baby, I am yet to recover from his assault. He has ravished me in last 4 hours. I have never been used this way.”
Her panty was very wet with the juices of their mating. I had an urge to see how much open her lips were. I was not sure if she could have easily accommodated him, as his equipment was considerably larger than mine. I wondered if she purposely didn’t take a shower and perhaps wanted to present herself in the state in which Kishanchanji had left her.
Ever so slowly I kneeled down all the while caressing her well-used body gently. She was comfortably lying on the love seat with her legs spread wide and her suit bunched up near her waist.
She let out a gasp as I moved in to smell her pussy from close quarters. It had a distinct smell of a well-used pussy. Without wasting much time I moved the thin silk material of her panty near the crotch area aside to expose her cunt lips. What I saw took my breath away! Her normally pink pussy lips were deep red in color and they were wide open showing the entrance to best place on earth.
She had played safe with Kishanchanji, as there were no signs of semen around her pussy. Her lips had the telltale signs of a much-used pussy. Her breathing was a bit labored as my fingers traced contours of her wide-open pussy. I wondered if she would be able to feel me after accommodating Kishanchanji.
“When did he leave?” I asked
“Just before you arrived,” she replied lazily and then added – “I had seen him off through the side-gate when you arrived.”
“Did he leave by himself or you had to bribe him,” I asked playfully hinting that Kishanchanji might have been reluctant to leave.
“He left by himself, I didn’t have to bribe him,” she said in a matter of fact manner.
“So, he left just like that?”
“We exchanged a kiss at the door but it didn’t last for long as you just arrived at that time.”
So, my doubts were not unfounded. Here lips were bright red from the smooch she shared with him. And I surely tasted their mixed juices as we swapped quite some saliva during that kiss.
“I hope, I didn’t disturb you folks,” I said teasing her.
“No you didn’t, we were almost done,” she replied with a smile and then added, “Although, Kishanchanji wished to stay a bit longer.”
“How was your first encounter with him,” I asked her changing the topic.
She blushed hearing about her first extramarital intercourse with Kishanchanji.
“It was good,” she responded coyly.
I could guess that she didn’t seem too comfortable talking about her escapades with him. Perhaps it was too early to broach up the topic.
“I am glad that you decided to play safe with him,” I said hinting towards the use of condom.
“I had too play safe but he didn’t seem comfortable using a condom.”
“But you did use a condom right?” I asked
“Yes, we did use a condom as I did not have any diaphragms. Need to buy them,” she said and then after some thought added, “Just in case he gets too uncomfortable or the condom breaks, I would have another level of protection.”
Manisha very adroitly brought the topic of protection through the use of diaphragm at the same time hinting the possibility of letting Kishanchanji taking her without a condom. Although, I hated the lecher, the visions of Kishanchanji spewing his baby making semen inside her were too tempting.
“How many times did you do it?” I asked.
Manisha rolled her eyes and her face showed embarrassment and she shot back at me, “Please Vinit this was our first time, I can’t be so candid with you!”
“Okay then when was the last time he fucked you,” I said making it a bit easier to answer this one.
She gave me the look that said, “You are incorrigible” and said, “Just after calling you we did it one last time.”
“I was about to take a shower after calling you, but he didn’t let me and instead utilized the half-an-hour left and took me on the very same seat.”That answered my doubt of not showering; she wanted to shower before I came home. It also answered my questions regarding the state of her well-used pussy. I wanted to ask her in what position he took her but I thought that was better left for some other time.
Without much ado I leaned forward and traced her open lips with tongue. Her body shivered as I did this. After making a few circles around her lips, I homed in on her clitoris. She loves it when I play with her clitoris and many a times I have made her orgasm just by going down on her, playing with her clitoris. This time, however, I found her squirm in pain as I did this and I heard her saying, “My pussy is very sore with Kishanchanji’s onslaught. Please soothe it with your tongue.”
“I don’t need to cum, I have cum several times today. Just use your tongue and gently lap up my pussy.”
Those words were enough to test my subservient tendencies. I knew if I had the courage to lap her pussy now, I wouldn’t hesitate from doing so even if they hadn’t used any protection.
Those were critical words. They were the kind of words that I had been longing to hear for such a long time. I always had this fascination of mating with my wife immediately after she had sex with somebody else. This was the first occasion when I had such an opportunity. I longed to feel every nook and corner of her body after such a session. I longed to see, smell, and taste the signs that showed that she has been used by somebody else.
I brought to her last orgasm for the day with gentle strokes of my tongue. She didn’t waste any time after that and headed for a shower as soon as she had an orgasm leaving me to relieve myself. The dinner was uneventful as we both were embarrassed after our excitement subsided. Although I longed to hear the gory details of her escapades with Kishanchanji, I couldn’t muster courage to ask her about that.
We didn’t waste much time that night to get to bed. Manisha fell asleep as soon as she lay down. She was totally exhausted with her encounter with Kishanchanji. There was no more action planned for the whole of next week as Kishanchanji was flying early morning on Monday for some business.
I didn’t fall asleep as lots of things were going through my mind that night and it was only around 2:00 pm in the night that I managed to fall asleep. I didn’t have to worry about getting early next morning as it was Sunday and I deserved a day-off after working hard on the business proposal and also for soothing my wife’s sore pussy.
I sleep very well usually and don’t wake up very easily unless the sleep was alcohol induced, as was the case on Friday night. However, today I didn’t sleep well as the scenes of Kishanchanji and Manisha mating were drifting in and out of my mind. The next day I woke up very late again. The next day was pretty uneventful as we worked on cleaning our house and running regular errands. We went out for dinner that evening and met a few of our friends.
That night we didn’t waste much time and got immediately into bed for sex. The sex was hot and very rapid. Manisha was very aggressive and made me go down on her for a long time before letting me penetrate her. She used her vaginal muscles so skillfully that I couldn’t last for long and within no time I ejaculated into the condom. Although, I was pretty unhappy about my performance that night, Manisha didn’t mind and seemed quite contended.
Manisha moved to bathroom to cleanup after the session. She took a shower and only then came out of the bathroom. This surprised me as she never bothered to shower after sex earlier and usually preferred to catch some sleep. I felt something was fishy and went over earlier incidents to find if something unusual happened that night.
I recollected that we received a phone call as soon as we entered into the house after the dinner that night. I had to rush to bathroom to empty my bladder, while Manisha moved to pickup the phone. She had finished with phone call by the time I had returned from the bathroom. In no time after that she had initiated sex with me.
Although, her actions seemed quite innocuous only later I realized what was going on.
Again that night I couldn’t get enough sleep as the scenes of Kishanchanji mounting my beautiful wife kept me awake until till around 1:00 in the night. Manisha was sound asleep after her relaxing shower. Even after falling asleep my sleep wasn’t very sound and I kept on waking up until I noticed that it was 5:30 am, when I finally came out of that restless state. Not sure what brought me out of that state but Manisha was missing. She is an early riser but this was way too early for her to get out of bed.
It was pretty dark outside. Confirming that Tushar our one-year-old son was sound asleep, I got out of bed to look for Manisha. I looked into our bathroom first to see if she was inside but the door was ajar and the sink was wet confirming that she had been to the bathroom recently. I thought she must be in kitchen to have a glass of water or something. But it was pretty dark downstairs and so she wasn’t there either.
I was strongly suspecting that she was with Kishanchanji; I just hoped that she wasn’t at his residence. I guessed they must be using the downstairs room but then I heard some noise from the room opposite to our master bedroom. I tiptoed to the other bedroom. I could hear some rustling sounds and then I heard Manisha’s voice.
“You are so incorrigible. Can’t you wait for just one week? Vinit might wake up”
“No please don’t”
I was wondering who it was; my guess was Kishanchanji but what was he doing so early in our house. I could hear sound of lips smacking. I could see my dick rising to the tune of smacking lips.
“So did he do it?” I could hear Kishanchanji talking to her
“What?”
“Going down on you of course”
I could hear Manisha unbuckling his trousers and pulling down the rubber strap of his underwear and then I could hear slurping sounds. She was probably giving him a blowjob. I didn’t understand what his question was.
“He did, right?”
“Yes!” he exclaimed
“I knew he was no man for you. He would be happy going down on his wife after his wife has sex with others,” he said with lot of disdain in his voice.
It was then lot of things became clear to me. He was talking about me going down on her last night. I wondered if this was preplanned. Did Manisha wanted me to taste their mixed juices like the other husbands in so many stories we read? That comment about soothing her pussy with my tongue seemed insidious to me now.
“Did he find anything different?” he asked “Nothing as such but he confused our mixed juices to be my excitement,” she said.
“Surprising, I ravaged you so much but he didn’t notice,” he said
“It was dark and I purposely didn’t show him the state of my pussy,” she said meekly.
“Did you let him penetrate you?”
“No! I already had too much for the day,” she exclaimed.
I could hear the sounds of fucking now. I heard Manisha’s rhythmic grunts, probably synchronized with Kishanchanji’s strokes, the ones that I was unaware of. She never made such sound when we fucked. I could visualize their fucking session – Kishanchanji pleasuring Manisha. I was lost in thought when the sounds suddenly ceased. I checked my clock and already 15 minutes had passed.
I thought they were done with it and Kishanchanji might have climaxed but I hoped that he didn’t. Living up to my expectations he didn’t climax yet but the pause was only to change the position. Kishanchanji asked her if she liked this position.
“Not with you. With Vinit I like this position otherwise he doesn’t last for long”
I could hear them giggling. She was referring to her getting on top; we frequently resorted to this position to postpone my ejaculation. Even then our fucking session barely exceeded more than 7-8 minutes. Kishanchanji already gave her a fucking of more than 15 minutes, almost 20 minutes now.
“Which position do you prefer with me?” he asked
“With you I prefer every position where you are humping me,” she responded catching her breath.
“Why?”
“You are long and thick and I like the feeling of your penis seesawing through my cunt. And you don’t cum quickly that increases and extends the pleasure.”
“I have never bothered finding out my penis size. Am I bigger than your husband?”
“Oh yes!” she exclaimed, “I can feel your tip probing my cervix, trying to enter it, in missionary style. His has never reached that maiden territory. Also, you are a lot thicker than Vinit; it gives me that feeling of being full.”
I was reasonably well endowed for an average Indian, just above 5 inches when fully erect. Also, I thought we had a reasonable sex life with us having sex 2-3 days in a week and each session lasting for about half-an-hour to an hour including foreplay.
“But there is something that you can never beat my husband at”, I heared Manisha saying.
“What?”
“Eating pussy!” she exclaimed. “He is simply amazing. He doesn’t mind going on for hours and is okay doing it at any time. Doesn’t mind the state and smell of my pussy.”
“Yes. I know,” retorted Kishanchanji and I could hear both of them chuckling.
“Now hurry up. Lets finish this,” she said and I could hear some movement; perhaps they were changing positions. They have been already inside for more than 35 minutes now.
“Even, I love this position, ” said Kishanchanji, “this way when I cum in you, my sperms would have to travel the least distance to make a baby in you.”
“I don’t understand why you are insisting on a condom,” he said in desperation.
“Trust me I am clean,” he said implying that our concerns were sexually transmitted diseases. Which weren’t really as we were sure that he was not having any other affairs and neither did we feel that he had any visits to prostitutes.
“Trust is not the concern here. We don’t want any unplanned pregnancy,” she said and added, “I am out of diaphragms and pills don’t suit me.”
“What about planned pregnancy then?” he asked her still shafting her.
“It is too early to think of a baby as Tushar is just an year old. I want to enjoy sex as much as I can before getting into family way again,” she responded to him.
Her response again surprised me. She didn’t seem to be too concerned about getting pregnant from Kishanchanji. Instead she didn’t want her sex life to be interrupted with another child.
“Come on don’t waste much time. Give it to me!” she said urging him to fuck her harder.
Manisha’s grunts were getting louder now and more rapid; they both were just about to climax, I guessed. In such a stage, I would have taken a few more seconds to ejaculate but Kishanchanji rammed her for almost 5 more minutes before climaxing. Both of them were catching their breaths now.
“What a fabulous way to begin the day!” exclaimed Kishanchanji
“Manisha, I am really grateful to you for letting me in this morning. I didn’t want to wait for a week to get together with you again,” he said
“The pleasure was all mine! I too would have missed you; good that you turned up early in the morning.”
“Can’t you postpone this trip? You would be gone for too long!” said Manisha
“I would have loved to but can’t. It is an urgent matter. Lets continue after I come back,” said Kishanchanji
“Hard to believe that we have made so much of progress in a couple of weeks” he continued.
Couple of weeks! That surprised me. So their intimacy had been increasing day by day and I was glad that she didn’t let Kishanchanji think that she was a slut.
“Although you would have to accept that you have been pursuing me ever since you met me,” retorted Manisha.
“Yes, I agree. You have been my best and longest hunt and I hope, you will be my longest affair too!” said Kishanchanji
“With the kind of equipment you have and the vigor with which you fuck me, I am sure you have quite a few years before retirement,” she added emphatically.
“When did you started contemplating having an affair with me? I am sure this idea has been with you for some time,” asked Kishanchanji.
“Hmm it has been with me for some time. I remember having vague thoughts about you about couple of years ago but they got crystallized only recently.”
“I knew that you were interested in me and wouldn’t let any opportunity pass by,” Manisha continued.
“Now that you have sampled my equipment, do you agree that conceiving from me is a good idea?” asked Kishanchanji
“That is a tough question to answer!” she quickly replied
“There is no doubt that sex with you is very exciting and fulfilling and I wish I had succumbed to your advances two years ago,” and then to my utter surprise she added, “and Tushar had been a product of an unplanned pregnancy during such a hot encounter with you and not with Vinit.”
A semblance of sanity restored as she further added, “However bringing a child in this world is no trivial matter and the decision to have one needs to be taken with due diligence and care.”
I was happy to know that my wife was being pragmatic. But letting Kishanchanji know about her wishes to be impregnated by him surprised me. I thought she didn’t want to get pregnant from him. Looking back at our conversations she had tactfully avoided answering that specific question as to whether she would like to conceive from him.
“But you had earlier said that Tushar was a result of an unplanned pregnancy!” Kishanchanji countered her.
“Yes he was.”
“So, there could be another unplanned one. What is the problem with that?” he said playfully.
“Not really as during my fertile time I insist on double protection – diaphragm and condom.”
“Besides do you want our sex life to be interrupted with a child?” she asked him.
“I not only want to have lots of sex with you but I also want the sessions to be fruitful,” he added thoughtfully.
“I want to have a child with a beautiful woman like you.”
“Well only time will tell if you get such a privilege or not.”
“Now hurry up it is getting very late, you might miss out your flight and even Vinit might wake up.”
I quickly moved into our bedroom and waited for Manisha to return. She wasn’t long.Manisha was sound asleep after her brief interlude with Kishanchanji this morning. However, the comparison between Kishanchanji and me were playing in my head. I wondered if she praised Kishanchanji only to make him feel better? Did she really find that disgusting guy so attractive? Why didn’t she let him know that conceiving from him was out of question? Could she even contemplate of conceiving from such a nasty guy? All these questions were popping in my mind while Manisha was sound asleep after her morning rendezvous with Kishanchanji.
I felt our sex life was great and bringing another male into our relationship was only to add some excitement to our lives. I still couldn’t quite comprehend why she chose him in the first place. He is not at all attractive and I wonder how she smooches him. While my dick does get excited by the visions of them swapping saliva, my conscientious mind despises me for getting excited about it. I started to wonder if she had purposely chosen him as a mate to humiliate me. He was gifted with a majestic cock, though, and I admire Manisha’s instincts in picking up such a well-endowed guy. At the same time I wondered if size mattered at all? The sounds I heard this morning were something very different from what I am used to. But then it could also be that she was feeling slight discomfort due to his excessive size.
I thought the orgasms were a result of the novelty and forbidden factor of the sessions between Kishanchanji and her. I conjured up numerous arguments to counter Kishanchanji’s superiority in the sex department. How could such a physically unfit and aged person be better than a man in thirties? He harbored a potbelly and never exercised so it made me wonder if he really was that good. On the other hand, I was fit and trim and had a decent sized cock. More importantly, my wife, till now, never complained about my performance in the bedroom.
The more I thought of it the more I agonized over who was better in bed for Manisha. Given a choice whom would she prefer to have sex with? Would she prefer to conceive from Kishanchanji given a choice? I knew these were difficult questions to answer but without getting an answer my mind wouldn’t rest in peace.
Next day, I wanted to confront her regarding her preference in this matter. I knew I was impatient and always messed up things in a hurry to settle scores. So, I retreated to my study room after breakfast to think over it at length before I broached up the topic with her. I was working from home that day.
Around noon, I came up with a brilliant idea that would put rest to my doubts – one way or another. I wanted to get an honest opinion from Manisha – if she would have crossed the line to conceive from Kishanchanji were there no societal restrictions. I had to involve her in the conversation before I broached up this sensitive issue, though. I had to bring it up inconspicuously but with some seriousness to get an honest answer from her.
Post lunch, I moved to our study room to work on some pending items from office and Manisha was feeding Tushar in our bedroom. It wasn’t long before Manisha joined me in the study room. We were both fresh as we had lots of sleep in the night after our frantic sex which didn’t last for long.
I was working on my laptop while Manisha was applying skin lotion to her legs on the sofa next too my study table. The sight was incredible – Her hands gliding over her slender long legs with some trace of body hair, a sign of virility in Indian women. Unlike other Indian women she was fairly tall and wasn’t bulky, although after Tushar she did put on some weight but that only added to her voluptuousness. Her body showed no signs of motherhood but the signs that Kishanchanji left were still showing clearly – couple of hickeys on her neck.
She was lost in thought and didn’t notice that I was watching her. I asked, “What are you thinking?” waking her up from her reverie.
“Ah,” she responded coming out of her thoughts. As our eyes met her smile widened and her rosy lips made way for her perfect white teeth. It was a smile that could captivate any man. I couldn’t imagine how lucky Kishanchanji must have been to not only those lovely lips but also penetrate them with his dick.
“Nothing. Just thinking how much our relationship has matured in the past 4 years,” she said after a pregnant pause.
Indeed we had matured marvelously into a perfectly happy couple; a startling contrast to Indian marriages, which were usually punctuated with numerous fights and separations. Our marriage had been rock solid. It was, perhaps, this faith in our relationship that gave us the courage to charter into such a forbidden territory. Such kind of experimentation is uncommon in India, if not rare. I was sure she was referring to this bold step of ours with that remark.
“Did you think I would live your fantasy some day,” she asked me.
“Actually, no. But you see hope never dies,” I said smiling back to her.
“Even I never thought I could live “our” fantasy,” she said with clear emphasis on “our” part.
“So, it finally became your fantasy too,” I said hinting towards my persistence that broke her resolve.
“Yes your constant persuasion made me contemplate about it and I enjoyed the thought of being center of attraction,” she said
“You were pretty happy with it being a fantasy though,” I said taking the credit for the new turn our relationship had taken.
“Yes I was,” she said and then added after some thought, “But the erotic stories that we read on the Internet were too enticing.”
“Were you as keen to live the fantasy, though,” I asked
“Not as keen but I was excited at the prospect of being penetrated by someone else,” she added bringing sexual overtone to our conversation. I was happy the way conversation was progressing.
“Since when did you start contemplating living our fantasy?”
“Don’t exactly remember but it was definitely after Tushar’s birth.”
“I remember,” I said and paused for a thought and added, “I had started pursuing this very aggressively after Tushar’s birth. I felt we should live our fantasies before our children grew up.”
“Actually, it wasn’t because of your constant pressure. That I could handle,” she said and then after collecting her thoughts she added meekly, “It was more because somebody pursued me very aggressively after Tushar’s birth,” countering me.
“Who that lecher Kishanchanji?” I asked. A rhetorical question, though. Her pouted lips partly opened to answer me but then she opted to just nod.
“I guess after giving birth to Tushar I transformed into a complete woman,” she clarified.
It was true that Tushar’s birth had transformed her from a girl into woman. She looks like a woman in her prime and fertile enough to deliver a cricket team.
“A woman, who could awaken Kishanchanji’s desires after a long period of celibacy.
“A woman, whom he couldn’t let just pass by!” she exclaimed patting herself for driving a 45-year old to pursue her so aggressively that she had no choice but to succumb to his advances.
“Well, I wouldn’t blame him,” I said agreeing with her views as I moved to the sofa and sat astride behind her, gently embracing her from behind.
“Anybody who gets close to you would have such an urge. Moreover you indeed have transformed into a much desirable woman,” I said in a playful tone moving her hands towards her magnificent breasts.
“Oh! Stop it,” Manisha said brushing aside my compliments and my hands.
“I really mean it!” I said almost pleading but this time my hands just besides her.
“In just one year you have gone back to your original shape. No one could tell that you have a 1-year old son,” I said justifying my compliments.
“Anyway, his relentless pursuit broke my resolve and I gave in to his advances that day.”
“It wasn’t as if there were no conversations with sexual innuendos earlier.”
“But that night desire and opportunity were at a peak and I offered him the much awaited kiss,” she added as she got from her seat and took the opposite seat on the chair.
“And then nature took its course,” I completed her sentence smiling.
“I had to succumb to his advances that night as otherwise it would have sent a strong negative signal to him,” she elaborated.
The opportunity was there. I was in an inebriated state and was quite unlikely to wake up from that state of drunken stupor. However, I was not quite sure what she meant by her desire being at peak. So, I asked, “Understandably the opportunity was there but what exactly do you mean by your desire being at peak?”
I could see Manisha blush in response to my innocuous question. I noticed her beautiful eyelashes and her deep dark brown eyes as she stole glances at me while staring at our well-polished marble floor. Her cheeks were visibly red – a sign of excitement and embarrassment.
“Don’t ask such a naive question, VINIT?” she pleaded.
I was completely clueless and didn’t know what she meant. So, I asked, “What?” I exclaimed not knowing how to respond.
“Aren’t you aware how excitable women are that time of the month?” she meekly responded lowering her eyelids.
I wasn’t quite sure what she was hinting at. Was she talking about her menstrual period? I was lost in thought trying to understand what she implied to which she responded, “What?” Looking into my eyes initially playfully but then guessing that I had no clue what she was talking about she almost yelled,
“Vinit, I was in the middle of fertile period, damn it!”
It was very surprising that although, her talk about breeding with Kishanchanji tremendously excited me, I couldn’t figure out such a no-brainer even after getting an hint. More importantly, it dawned on me that her periods must have started very recently.
She didn’t have her periods since Tushar’s birth till now due to her constant breastfeeding, which acts as a natural contraceptive. I am sure she was neither ovulating as she got it tested couple of months back due to her concern about her periods not starting even after 10 months. I was dumb enough to not realize that this morning when I eavesdropped on their session as well where she talked about using a condom to avoid pregnancy. Things were falling in place now!
“I guess then all that talk of breeding must have excited you,” I said not realizing how to continue the conversation.
“Indeed! It did it for me. I couldn’t have perhaps mustered courage to embark on this affair if the timing hadn’t been right,” she said rising from her chair and walking aimlessly in the study room.
“Did Kishanchanji know about this?” I asked innocuously.
“NO,” she almost screamed, “He didn’t!”
“Although, I guess he might have sensed it,” she said using her womanly instincts. She was pacing the room at a leisurely pace as she thought over the events.
“As far as I remember your periods hadn’t resumed,” I said probing her to find when her periods commenced again.
“They commenced last month,” she responded calmly.
I was curious to know what started her ovulation and periods all of a sudden. We had been having lots of sex for past 3-4 months but that never triggered her periods. Also, her breastfeeding didn’t reduce significantly to trigger it.
My hopes were sinking now, as Manisha was very excited at the prospect of having sex with Kishanchanji during her fertile period. Made me wonder if she subconsciously enjoyed the thought of copulating with him during that period, perhaps risking pregnancy. Worst, I wondered if Kishanchanji’s relentless pursuit triggered her ovulation? Is such a thing possible? Can the desire to mate with a person trigger ovulation in a female under such conditions? Not sure if I had heard something of that sort in animal kingdom yet.
It was about two months back when she finally agreed to live our fantasy and it makes me wonder if she agreed due to Kishanchanji’s advances, which she found difficult to resist. More importantly, did her womanly instincts forced her to ovulate before she considered mating with this nomadic lion? Would she have risked bareback sex with Kishanchanji if I hadn’t woken up? I was presuming that both weren’t prepared for such an eventuality and wouldn’t have had protection measures handy.
Her Saturday session with Kishanchanji must have been really hot and raunchy. No wonder, he came home for another session in the wee hours this morning. I wondered if I should have eavesdropped on their Saturday session or perhaps secretly watched them making it out. My admiration for Kishanchanji grew leaps and bounds as all this went through my mind.
Not wanting to stall the conversation, I asked her, “Was it always Kishanchanji in your fantasies?” changing the topic slightly.
“No! But his were the most compelling and recurring ones.”
“Didn’t you fantasize about Amirchanji then?” I asked her surprised by her response.
“Actually, I masturbated thinking about him the very day I met him,” she responded with a little apprehension in her voice as she looked into my eyes to judge my response.
I was surprised with Manisha’s candid response to my question. She seemed to be in an incredible mood after the morning session with Kishanchanji. Our relationship seemed to have evolved to a point where she could openly admit of her preferences for potential mates. Amirchanji indeed was pretty good looking and was in very good shape for his age.
“What about you?” she asked immediately not wanting me to pick on her reply to earlier question.
“Who was humping me in your fantasies?” she asked.
“I always thought of a young attractive male having sex with you.
“So, I fantasized you sleeping with such younger, attractive males in our friends circle but no one in particular,” I said.
“Why didn’t you opt for Amirchanji then?” I asked her continuing on our earlier thread.
“We hardly know Amirchanji,” she said almost in desperation perhaps hinting that she would have been interested in starting her extramarital life with him.
“Hence I couldn’t trust him with such an important secret,” she said thoughtfully.
“Moreover, I always felt Kishanchanji deserved the privilege of being my first extramarital lover – a credit to his persistence!” she said countering my earlier guess. There was pin drop silence as she said this. I could clearly hear our heart beats pacing at a blistering pace. And then she meticulously added carefully sitting on the edge of the chair, “It was Kishanchanji who sensed a woman in heat that evening.”
“He didn’t let go of me even for a moment that evening,” she said. Her voice trembling and her throat chocked as she said that. Clearing her throat she further added, “He adroitly seduced me in a matter of minutes in our very house.”
I noted that evening that Kishanchanji and Manisha were hanging together most of the time and that is what initially pissed me off and I got myself drunk. I shouldn’t have any objection though, since that triggered their affair. Her talk now reminded me how much a male of species guards ‘his’ female in her fertile period ensuring that nobody else gets to mate with her.
Manisha emphasized how skillful Kishanchanji was in grabbing the moment. I wondered if he could sense that Manisha was in heat – would that have mattered to him? I really wondered how he must have arranged to be back in our house after moving me to our bedroom. Both Manisha and Kishanchanji had changed by the time I had woken up. Did Manisha invite him for a coffee or did he get himself invited?
Bringing myself to earlier thread, Amirchanji and Kishanchanji were contrasting characters – only similarity was their business acumen. I wondered what Manisha found attractive in each of them.
“Manisha,” I broached up the topic, “Amirchanji and Kishanchanji are so very different and it is not clear to me what you find attractive about them?” I put forward innocently.
“I never realized that,” she said
“Good that you asked. Let me think about it.”
“I found both of them to be very focused,” she said
“Means?”
“I mean both were interested in me and pursued me relentlessly,” she clarified.
“More importantly, both of them had the knack to deal with women,” she tactfully added.
“But those are the similarities?” I retorted.
“Their behaviors were very different. While Kishanchanji was a lecher and did things surreptitiously Amirchanji had certain haughtiness and preferred to be straightforward.
“Amirchanji had tremendous confidence. He made me feel desirable but never went overboard.
“Kishanchanji on the other hand always took an additional step to make me feel prized.
“Both of them seemed to be domineering kind but Kishanchanji was a bit smarter at achieving his objectives. He was willing to make concessions to meet his objectives. Amirchanji on the other hand wanted total supremacy and didn’t budge from his stance.”
She was spot on with her final sentence. That was the key difference between Kishanchanji and Amirchanji. With her thorough analysis, I wondered what it would be for Manisha to experience Amirchanji on the side. I was getting a bit greedy now and wanted to perhaps see both of them having sex with Manisha. Made me wonder if she could handle the attention of three people? Although, Manisha had opted for these two people from a practical perspective, I wondered if she found anyone more attractive in particular.
“Looks wise who do you find more attractive?” I asked her, an obvious question.
“Each of them is attractive in their own way,” she replied to my utter surprise.
“Amirchanji is obviously attractive,” she justified
“He is tall with a lean structure for his age and gifted with sharp features and fair complexion.”
“Kishanchanji on the other hand is a sharp contrast!” she stated the obvious.
“Nevertheless, his dark skin has an appeal that I find difficult, if not impossible, to resist.
“The prospect of letting this short, stocky figure mount you would send a chill through the spine of any beautiful woman,” she said contradicting herself.
“Yet it is the same forbidden thought that I find irresistible!”
“So, it is the stark contrast of complexion that arouses you,” I asked inquisitively. Incidentally, I too found the stark contrast in their complexions quite arousing. Her rosy pink lips just inches away from his dark purple monster were an incredible sight.
“It is not just his dark complexion.”
“Beautiful women are not supposed to be having sex with such a despicable looking man,” she said.
“It is the thought of letting such a man mate with you in an extramarital affair did it for me!” she said in-between her labored breathing.
“And that too in the middle of my fertile period,” she added further hitting right on the head of nail.
“So, you find Kishanchanji more attractive than Amirchanji,” I said putting things together, brushing aside her remarks of being in the middle of fertile period. Somehow, I was not very comfortable with discussing this thing with her now. As more information became available, I wondered if it made any sense to even broach up the subject so early. More importantly, it seemed that I would be on the loosing end anyway. Again, if she had already made up her mind then there was no point hiding from it either, so I just thought of continuing it.
“I find the thought of having sex with Kishanchanji forbidden,” she said clarifying, “Otherwise, Amirchanji is more attractive and had Kishanchanji been attractive like him, I would have opted for Amirchanji.”
“I wonder how you could manage to kiss Kishanchanji if you find him so despicable?”
“That is what makes it so exciting. Letting a despicable lecher suck nectar from my rosy lips.”
“I guess the sucking is both ways,” I said hinting towards the involvement of both parties in a kiss.”That is what a kiss is all about, isn’t it?”
“Don’t you find putting your tongue in his mouth disgusting? Not to mention him putting his tongue in your mouth.”
“Both are the same – a process of exchanging saliva!”
“I still wonder how you could kiss that foul-breathed bastard!”
“Ekes!” she screamed.
“How could you imagine such a disgusting thing?” she shot at me.
“His breath is fine!”
“Not as fresh as yours but not so bad to put me off.”
“You serious?”
“Of course!”
“What do you think?”
“I can’t imagine having sex with someone whom I can’t kiss.”
“Moreover, I found him to be well-groomed and presentable since past couple of months.”
“A change brought in him, perhaps, by the hope of nailing me in the near future.”
“Isn’t it surprising that both of them are much older for you though?” I asked her changing the topic.
“I never thought about it but subconsciously I have preferred older men, I guess.”
“Why?”
“Older men, specially in the range of 40’s are much secure and experienced.”
“They are wiser and know how to please a woman in bed.”
I found her line of though a bit out of the ordinary and said, “I thought younger men were better in the sex department – more virile, with a strong sex drive.”
“Hmm… true but they are amateurs!”
“Also, I am not too convinced about sex drive thing,” she said rejecting my hypothesis.
“Why?”
“I feel both Amirchanji and Kishanchanji have a strong sex drive even now.”
“How do you know?”
“Never underestimate a woman’s instincts!” she said emphatically.
“It wasn’t hard to guess that Kishanchanji’s drive was still strong.”
“After sleeping with him I can certainly say that he has many more years before his sex drive could take a plunge.
“About Amirchanji it is still a strong hunch.
“Nevertheless, older men prefer to have extramarital affairs with younger women.”
“I have nothing to loose but only to gain from their vast experience!” she said defending her strong preference for older men.
“Point conceded,” I said accepting her point of view.
“But how could you sense that he would be good in the bedroom, and …” my words trailed as I mustered courage to complete the sentence.
“And?” she asked looking into my eyes.
“That he was well-endowed!” I said it without even blinking an eye after her. She smiled and responded, “Instincts!”
“Really?”
“Yes! And that night when he guided my hand to his erection during a passionate smooch, I knew my instincts were spot on.”
“But you weren’t 100% sure before, right?”
“Obviously, how could I? I am not a fortuneteller VINIT!”
“Your behavior that night was very risky. What if I had woken up and walked on you both? What if Tushar had woken up.”
“I know that is what made it so exciting,” she said giggling.
“Moreover, Kishanchanji had me worked up so much that I couldn’t resist,” she added justifying her actions that night.
“You had the guts to give him a blowjob in the kitchen,” I said almost complaining.
“Isn’t it better than having intercourse in the living room?” she retorted.
“Besides, why are you complaining? I am sure you too enjoyed it from your vantage point.”
“Yes I did,” I said conceding that I too had immensely enjoyed.
“Kishanchanji wanted to continue in our spare bedroom. That would have been very risky as you could have woken up anytime for the match.”
“So, you weren’t aware that I was there all the time?” I asked her puzzled about this new piece of information.
“No, it was only during my blowjob that I realized you were watching discretely from the staircase.”
I was glad to hear this piece of information. So, her reaction to Kishanchanji’s advances weren’t calculated and she was her natural self. As the scenes played through my mind, I could recollect how adroitly Kishanchanji had maneuvered the conversation and only at the right moment did his actions became physical. Her passionate kisses were proof that she found him attractive enough to mate with him.
“And that didn’t affect you?” I asked surprised with her answer. She never showed that she was caught in the act.
“Actually, my heart did skip a beat but then it was dark for me to ascertain that you were there.”
“Moreover, I was already into the action.”
“Yes! You were into the act completely. Devouring every inch of his monster!”
“Oh Yes!”
“It was fabulous – my first extramarital rendezvous!”
“When did you know for sure that I was watching you?” I asked.
“Only the next day when you mentioned it.”
I cursed myself for not being able to control myself. She was totally unaware about my presence. Although, she did think that I was watching them it was too difficult to make out in the dark.
“I had no intentions of continuing it in our spare bedroom,” she said bringing back the reason why she took such a risky-step that night.
“But Kishanchanji wanted to continue.”
“Perhaps, he was not sure if such an opportunity would arise again,” she added. I could understand that. She could have shrugged of what transpired that night if it hadn’t gone beyond some petting. It was imperative for Kishanchanji to put a stamp that it was much more than petting. So, that he could coerce her to continue the affair if her guilty conscience prevented her from resuming the affair the next day. And stamp he did put – by penetrating her lips that night. Does it matter which ones?
As fate would have it, Tushar’s loud cries interrupted our conversation. It broke the momentum our conversations had gained. As Manisha hurriedly left the study room, I wondered if we would be able to continue this conversation again. I turned my attention back to my laptop and tried to continue from where I left off. However, I wasn’t in a state to work. I needed more of the gory details and within five minutes decided to join Manisha in our bedroom.
Manisha was breastfeeding Tushar; she believed that added to longevity of our son and also helped her regain her size quickly. She motioned me to keep quite as Tushar was content feeding and was, I guess, almost on verge of falling asleep. I tiptoed to the bed and silently lied down next to her my body pressing against her entire body. I wiggled in position to line my throbbing erection just next to her ass crack.
I nudged her neck with my lips and whispered into her ears, “Why don’t you continue your story?” She turned back slightly and looked into my eyes to sense how desperate I was for this. Our eyes met and lips sealed into a passionate kiss. We fervently swapped saliva while Tushar, our one-year-old one, was suckling.
“He wanted to be relieved,” she said breaking her kiss. Her lips glistened with our mixed juices.
“What was going through your mind when he implored you for that,” I asked urging her to give me the gory details.
“I had the urge to take a peek at his manhood that would penetrate my virginal married vagina sooner or later,” she said giggling at the thought of it.
“He was well-endowed. I felt the entire length of his cock – a good eight inches – before he motioned me to kneel down.”
It was clear she was not good at numbers. It was clearly around 10 inches almost twice my size. I was not sure if his size enticed her but it seemed so now. Anyway, I wasn’t to let her know that he was almost twice my size.
“Did you plan to give him a blowjob? Or just masturbate him.”
“All I wanted to do was inspect his majestic equipment that felt so nice concealed in his pajamas,” she said nonchalantly.
“But I was also concerned about the possibilities if you walked in on us in that state,” she said in a concerned tone.
“On an after thought, we would have been more safer if we had moved to dining room but some reason we just decided to do it in the kitchen.”
“What did you find when you peeled off the pajamas?” I asked her as my hands moved cupped her sizeable bum and gave her a gentle squeeze.
“A thick black one-eyed monster stared at me,” she responded carefully choosing the words to titillate me. Her lips only couple of inches from mine – her intoxicating breath revealing her excited state.
“He wasn’t completely hard, though.”
“Perhaps due to his age,” she added thoughtfully.
“The visions of this monster ramming into my tight snatch were driving my crazy,” she said breathing heavily.
“I played with his prick and in no time it was as taught as a cable wire, leaking copious precum.”
“Did you feel like tasting it at that time?”
“Perhaps.
“I didn’t feel like wasting his precious precum and used my thumbs to spread it on his penis, instead.”
“And then you pulled forward his foreskin,” I said continuing her story.
“Wow, you were quite watchful,” she said blushing. “Yes I was,” I said as I leaned forward to kiss her lips again. This was a short wet peck though.
“Kishanchanji was gently pulling me towards his erect penis.”
“Relenting to his pressure, I leaned forward as I pulled back his foreskin and massaged his bulbous knob.”
“It was dark purple in color and much larger than yours,” she mentioned nonchalantly. It had to be, he was much larger than me I heard saying to myself.
“Lust filled my mind as the strong smell of sex hit my nostrils.”
“I was just inches away from his penis and the musky smell of his sex was intoxicating me.”
“It was in that inebriated state of lust I relented to his continued pressure and kissed his knob.”
“A peck, right?” I interrupted her saying what I had seen. Manisha picked Tushar and got up to put him in his cradle the other side of the bed.
“It was a kiss as my lips had parted just enough to conceal his pee hole in the kiss,” she said as she put him safely in the cradle.
“I had an urge to pleasure this monster as it would be soon pleasuring me,” she said returning back to me.
“And then I got into the act completely.”
“You went overboard in pleasuring him!”
“Just in your first encounter you were going in for his perineum?” I said in an accusing tone.
“I told you I was full of lust for him that night,” she said justifying her conduct and gently pushing me downwards hinting for me to go down on her.
“Weren’t you afraid of portraying a sluttish image in front of him?” I asked gently sliding down towards the bed. I rolled her nigh suite and kissed her slender beautiful thighs.
“That thought didn’t cross my mind. Perhaps, I was secure having invested so much time in making sure that I am not an easy lay.”
“In any event that is what he wanted me to be,” she said revealing her inherent desire to please him. Her fingers clasped me hair and gently pushed me towards her vagina.
“A slut for him!”
“A slut – who wouldn’t stop at anything for the sake of pleasuring him.”
I was surprised at the submissive streak that Manisha was revealing. I always thought she was dominating kind and after living with her for four years this was a sudden sharp turn in her behavior. She has always been in command in our relationship – not that I regretted it. I wondered if Kishanchanji had struck the submissive chord in her.
“His large sacs complimented his equipment well,” she continued. I found her panties and gently pushed the panty aside to expose her reddish lips. She was definitely in a very excited state as she had some secretions as well, which she usually has when she is extremely hot.
“I bathed his sacs in my saliva – an urge forced me to feel every part of his genitals with my mouth.”
“It was an awkward position that spoiled my efforts otherwise I was determined to find his perineum,” she said.
“Looks like you wouldn’t have minded even tonguing his asshole,” I exclaimed feeling the throes of passion she was in. My remark had caught her off guard and perhaps I was burdening her with my thoughts. I wondered if she could give him the privilege of being the first to experience analingus from her.
“I didn’t think about it then but I wouldn’t have minded if he had asked for it,” she surprised me with her witty reply. The answer clearly showed that she was quite keen to impress him and willing to even indulge in acts that she never even performed with me. Her hands put further pressure and pulled me to her vaginal lips. I gently probed her clitoris with tip of my tongue; she only moaned as my tongue touched her sensitive clitoris.
“Did you try attempting it in your later sessions?”
“I didn’t as he was more content with humping me every time he had an erection.”
“I was surprised seeing you swallow his load in the heat of the moment,” I said quickly bringing her back to original thread. She again guided me to her honey pot and urged me to lap it up. I wasn’t sure why she was so persistent about having me go down on her. I was more interested in hearing what she had to say rather than please her with my tongue.
It just then dawned on me that she didn’t have a bath after her morning session with Kishanchanji. As on Saturday she wanted me to lap up their mixed juices. I also remembered her talk about me going down on her on Saturday and not realizing what I tasted. Did she enjoy the idea of making me go down on her after her sessions with Kishanchanji? She didn’t try that with Kishanchanji as she showered immediately after our last night’s session and kept herself fresh for Kishanchanji. Made me wonder if there was a tacit understanding between them to make me go down on her after their sessions.
I was not sure about what was going in her mind but I didn’t mind much. I loved eating her pussy anytime of the day. After Saturday night’s session, I am sure I wouldn’t hesitate from going down on her even if Kishanchanji hadn’t used a condom. The eroticism of lapping their mixed juices was too enticing!
“Actually, I didn’t plan on it.” I heard her say as I gently lapped their mixed juices from her pussy.
“It just happened.
“It took quite some effort and my jaws were aching by the time he reached the point of ejaculation.
“I was too engrossed in the act and didn’t realize that he could ejaculate any moment.
“His tight clasp of my hair should have indicated but I had the urge to take it to the edge until he could no longer hold it.
“When the first spurt hit the roof of my mouth, I realized that I was late.” Hearing that I stopped and looked into her eyes. They were oozing sex; it was just a matter of minutes before she would let me to mount her.
“I could have pulled out – but two things prevented me,” she said and stopped in for a breather or perhaps to create an impact with what she was about to say next. And the she pulling me to her cunt again added, “His tight clasp of my hair and my latent desire to taste his cum. His cum – the fruits of my first extramarital encounter.”
I fervently chewed her lips hearing that. “Easy,” she said, “Don’t get too excited a lot more is still to come.”
“While I didn’t enjoy the taste of semen, the eroticism more than compensated for that bitter taste,” she continued.
“In the heat of the moment I not only swallowed his cum without wasting a single drop but I also sucked it until it finally shrunk to its original size.”
“Wish you had not woken up that morning, I could have had another go at his dick.”
“Sorry, I didn’t know you had further plans for that night,” I mumbled not letting go her tasty lips that were penetrated this morning.
“I didn’t plan but nature would have taken it course if you had not interrupted it.”
“Didn’t you have a go at his dick Saturday evening?”
“I did but didn’t swallow his cum.”
“Why?” I asked looking up, my tongue still inside her lips.
“Because he preferred to ejaculate inside me,” she said looking into my eyes to find what response that remark of her elicited in me.
“And what do you prefer?” I found myself asking a very important question as I rested myself on my elbows. I wasn’t to be challenged; I took the challenge to her letting her know that I am more than game for such a thing.
“What is your guess?” she asked my playfully gently pulling me into her again.
“Come on, I asked first.”
“Well, I prefer to have him ejaculate inside me…” her words trailing towards the end.
“And not in the condom.” She completed her sentence.
“His copious semen needs a better receptacle than a condom!” she said emphatically. Come on please don’t stop, I need you to lap my cunt and keep me on the verge for me to continue the story.
“Moreover, condom ruins half the pleasure,” she continued.
“Kishanchanji longed to feel my naked skin inside,” she said as I got back to my job of sucking her lips.
“I too long to feel his bare penis inside me, especially during my non fertile days.”
“That reminds me; you did mention about getting a diaphragm,” I said bringing the topic of contraception she had mentioned in the passing Saturday night.
“Yes, I need to be very careful during my fertile period and a diaphragm along with condom should ensure that nothing unplanned happens,” she responded. I was glad to note that she did seem pretty serious about not having a baby so soon. So, I knew if I could broach up the topic during this conversation she would give the decision in my favor. My hopes were still alive despite what all had transpired so far.
“You need to insist on a condom always. It is safer that way.”
“Yes, I know. But Kishanchanji doesn’t prefer condoms besides there is always a chance that in the heat of the moment we might forget the condom or run out of them.”
“Would he be fine with you using spermicide with diaphragm?”
“He should be as he doesn’t seem to prefer giving oral sex although he does relish receiving it.”
“But it could be a problem for you, right?”
“And for me!”
“After all where would I go for oral sex, if Kishanchanji doesn’t give me that,” she said coyly implying that she relished oral sex with me and perhaps intercourse with him. A negative signal for me as this could sway the decision in Kishanchanji’s favor. I relished oral sex with her and would have hated the taste of spermicide while going down on her.
“I have decided to avoid spermicide for now and opt for both a condom and diaphragm during my fertile days.”
“Are you implying that you might let him take you other days without a condom?”
“Would you use diaphragm on those days?” I asked pushing her to be precise and the same time driving my finger deep into her pussy.
“Vinit it is hard to be so certain that we would always resort to condom’s and diaphragm during my non fertile days,” she said and then added, “But I intend to have at least a diaphragm during all the sessions with him.”
“The reason I am bringing this up,” I started, “I am not sure if he has a strong sex drive but he definitely is driven by his need to inseminate you. And we need to guard against that.”
Manisha smiled to that remark of mine.