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Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor Ch. 02

By: vyasya



Manisha and I socialized fairly often, as we didn't have any immediate family members both from her side as well as my side. Most of the people we interacted were our family friends or some business acquaintances; we didn't have any close relatives who stayed in our area. Also, the social gatherings happened mostly at the club we visited regularly.

I knew quite a few people who would be more than willing to get into her pants and was wondering if they had made any pass on her. Anyway, I didn't have to wait long. One of our family friends had invited us for a wedding reception in our club the following weekend. This was a chance for Manisha to pick up her prospective mate.

At the party I purposely gave Manisha lot of time to mingle with male guests. She bid her time equally among women and men, ensuring that she got to talk to the men when they weren't around their wives. I was desperate to see something happen but nothing materialized that day. She did spend some time alone with a few men; with a few of them she took long walks along the lawn and the jogging track. But nothing much happened that night. It was more of casual talk and it seemed the men were just spending time with an interesting person rather than getting drunk.

Several such parties passed by and nothing significant had happened. I probed Manisha after every such party but she had not yet made up her mind. I tried to frame in mind who all she had spend more time with and with whom she seemed to be very comfortable. I could at least identify two men with whom she seemed to be fairly comfortable.

There was this new chap who had recently moved to our neighborhood, about 3 months back. He was in a way competitor to me as we both were in the same business. Hence Manisha's attraction towards him irritated me. He was much older to me, almost nearing 40s but had kept him in shape. I found Manisha spending quite sometime with Amirchanji quite sometime.

I had interacted with Amirchanji on a few occasions and he seemed to be a confident man, pretty knowledgeable in his business. More importantly he seemed to be getting well with women. He had two teenage sons yet that didn't show on his face, as he looked fairly young.

Another person with whom Manisha spent quite some time was our elderly neighbor Kishanchanji. Kishanchanji is our 45-year-old widower neighbor. He has had two daughters from his marriage. His wife passed away about 10 years ago and ever since then he has been a perpetual lecher. He had been ogling at Manisha since the day she stepped in my life. 

While it was natural for Manisha to be comfortable with Kishanchanji, I thought she had better utilized her time with some other stud that was her age and would be a suitable partner for her. It was not only Kishanchanji's age but also his demeanor that bothered me. He is known to be an arrogant and selfish man and has tried to humiliate me in front of Manisha on more than one occasion. He is well known womanizer in our circle. Yet people tolerate him due to his excellent sense of humor and extraordinary success in business.

On the physical side he is not attractive as Amirchanji is. He is pitch black, slightly plump and stands only 5' 4". My hope was that Manisha was just being courteous when she spent time with Kishanchanji and was not evaluating him as a prospective mate. Actually, he is so despicable that it was wrong for me to even entertain such a thought. Kishanchanji and we share a common interest and that is Cricket. We are avid Cricket followers and don't miss any match. We watch matches together many a times.

Three months had passed since the day she agreed to look for a new lover. And still there was no sign of her decision and hence I thought of brining this up tonight. Also, thought of broaching up the topic of her spending more time with Amirchanji and Kishanchanji. So on the dining table night I asked her

"Honey have you made any progress on your decision yet?" 

"Ha?" It seemed I had caught her off guard.

"Hmm... not yet but I am getting close," she said after thinking for a moment.

"Why do you ask?"

"Well it has been quite some time now so thought of asking."

"Do you mind talking about it?" I asked hesitantly 

"What do you want to talk in particular?"

"Well just wanted to know how it has gone till now? Who all you have short listed etc?"

"I can't share with you the short listed candidates, yet"

"Okay..."

I had lost for words now, as she was not willing to continue the conversation on this topic. After some more thought I thought of directly broaching the topic of her spending more time with Amirchanji and Kishanchanji.

"Well, I have been observing with whom you are spending more time with during our social gatherings," I said looking into her eyes to judge her reaction. She very confidently asked, "Who?"

I quickly grabbed the opening she gave me and said, "I have been noticing that you spend quite some time with either Amirchanji or Kishanchanji"

"And?"

Her boldness had stunned me. In sincerest tone I said, "I hope you are not considering them as your potential mates."

"Why not?"

"We hardly know Amirchanji and it would not be wise to get him involved in this," I quickly retorted.

"Hmm... and what's wrong with Kishanchanji?" "How can you even consider somebody like Kishanchanji as a potential mate?"

"Why what's wrong with him?"

"For God sake, he is old enough to be your father Manisha."

"So?"

"He is so ugly!"

"That is a good reason for you not to be jealous. Don't you think?"

"But?"

"The way I look at it he could be a very good bed mate for me."

"How?"

"For one, he is crazy about me. So getting him into bed with me would hardly take any time."

"That is true about any man. I am sure any man from our social circle wouldn't let such a chance slip by," I quickly retorted to. I saw her stealing a smile as I said this.

"He is our neighbor, so the proximity would help me in continuing the affair discreetly."

I had to agree with this point. We had a side-door that directly connected our bungalows. It was much easier to sneak in through that door without getting noticed. 

"Moreover, we can trust him. He wouldn't risk getting exposed, much less losing a chance to sleep with someone like me," she said.

It looked like she had thought over very carefully.

"And lastly, he can give me 100% because he is a widower. There is no complication on his part," she continued.

"Look you might have numerous reasons why he is the right person but I don't want you to have any such relationship with him," I said in an angry tone frustrated with the thought of my wife spending nights with such a disgusting man.

"Hello?" she interrupted me. "Do you remember I was the person to make decisions in this regard and not you?"

"I urge you not to get involved with him," I pleaded.

"Please grow up, Vinit," she said in an irritated tone.

"Promise me that you wont interfere in these matters. Otherwise, I would have to call this off completely," she said looking into my eyes for an answer. My silence gave an emphatic answer. I was so desperate to see her in the arms of another man that it didn't matter even if that other man would be our obnoxious neighbor.

"I haven't yet made up my mind and need more time on this," she said finally and that was the end of our discussion on that topic.

I would have gladly accepted if she had chosen Amirchanji over Kishanchanji even if that had meant sharing my wife with my business rival. Only recently I started realizing how much of a threat he could be to our well-established business. Perhaps, in the lure of my wife Manisha his attention might get diverted from his business and I might be able to gain some lost territory. 

Her decision was yet to come. Anyway, I didn't have to wait long for her decision as the very next social gathering we attended I came to know whom she selected to mate with. That Saturday evening we were celebrating a recent promotion of a close friend of ours to a Vice President position. It was mostly a business meeting with our spouses tagging along. 

That evening Manisha's attire was stunning. She wore a beautiful black colored transparent saree, with a matching colored sleeveless blouse. The blouse showed a hint of cleavage and lot of back, just enough to entice any man. She made it a point to wear her saree well below her navel to show her voluptuous waist. 

Amirchanji didn't make it for that party but Kishanchanji didn't want to loose an opportunity of spending some time with Manisha. He monopolized Manisha most of the night, which infuriated me to an extent that I got drunk. I avoid booze, as I can't handle it. Just 2 pegs get me drunk. That evening I had gulped 4 pegs and was quite inebriated. It was funny to note Manisha towering over Kishanchanji on the jogging track where they were wiling away their time. Kishanchanji was three inches shorter than Manisha and Manisha's slightly slender figure compared to Kishanchanji's stock figure made her look even taller.

I had passed off when it was time to go home. Kishanchanji volunteered to take us home that night. I was almost asleep when they slid me into the back seat of our car. The club was about 20 minutes away from our house and in no time we were home. Kishanchanji helped me to our bedroom upstairs and left. Or so I thought.

When I woke up it was around 2:40 am in the night and Manisha wasn't in bed next to me. Surprised to find her missing I got up from bed to check on her. Very carefully opening the door I peeped into our living room downstairs. There was light from the kitchen and I heard some voices. It seemed Kishanchanji and Manisha were in the kitchen talking. Perhaps Manisha was making coffee for Kishanchanji and herself. In no time I saw Manisha leaning against the Kitchen door with a coffee mug in her hand. Kishanchanji was standing opposite to her.

Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor Ch. 03



This is a continuation of Chapter 2. Please read Chapter 1 and 2 before you go through this.

*

Manisha had changed and was wearing her sexiest night suit. It was not the skimpiest; she had many that exposed lot more than what they hide. This one was slightly conservative, yet one that revealed the right amount of skin. I had presented this night suit to her on our first anniversary. It was a bright red colored two-piece suit that adorned her flawless skin beautifully. At the time, I bought her this she was a bit small in size but now after Tushar's birth her breasts stood out magnificently.

"So you actually have cheated on your wife?" asked my wife

"Several times," replied Kishanchanji

"Are you proud of it?" 

"Of course! Why shouldn't I? I was able to attract quite a few women and was able to satisfy their hunger as well," he retorted.

"What exactly do you get by bedding other women? Weren't you happy having sex with your wife?" Manisha asked curiously

"I very much liked sex with my wife but that is besides the point."

"I have a need for variety. There are so many incredibly beautiful women in this world. How could I restrict myself to just one?"

That was a typical man's response. I would in her position perhaps say the same thing.

"So you need to go on a rampage having one night stand with every woman you meet?"

"No! That is not my philosophy. I don't believe in one-night stands. I would like to savor the woman; have an ongoing relationship with her for at least couple of months, if not years."

"And that means I have to be selective!"

"Don't tell me! You cheated on your wife more than once and for more than a few years?" asked Manisha in a shocked tone

"Yes Manisha! But that doesn't mean that I ignored her."

"Which single girl would possibly want to have such a relationship with a married man? Wouldn't they want to court a single guy instead?"

"You may be right. But I am talking about married women."

"Married women?"

"Yes Married women my dear Manisha. They are the best bet. It is easy to have a long-term relationship without getting discovered and without any consequences. Also, they are more willing to experiment because most of them are bored with their sex lives"

"I don't understand. Why would married women indulge in extra-marital relationships? If they are caught then it is an end to their marriage."

"Lets think objectively. By objectively I mean, you arrive at a conclusion by keeping aside your feelings and societal compulsions."

Kishanchanji showed tact in his handling. He was able to engage Manisha in a very good conversation. Perhaps Manisha was helping him a bit but still it was clear that he was expert at handling women.

"Between Male and Female, who do you think is stronger class sexually?"

"Means?"

"I mean who has more power in the sex department? Who can last long?"

"Obviously Women!"

"Great! Then why restrict sex with only one person? When you are capable of having more than one copulation in a day?"

"I see."

"What is in it for a man? Why would he want to chase other married women?" 

"Men are hardwired for it. They want to perpetuate their genes as much as they can. So the more women they mate with, the more likely they will be able to perpetuate their genes"

"So are you still trying to perpetuate your genes?" Manisha asked in a mocking tone.

"No. If you mean to ask if I am still having an affair with someone?"

"Why? Are you over the hump, already?"

"No. Just that my priorities had changed. I got sucked into bringing up my kids after my wife's death and taking care of the business. So didn't get an opportunity in a while now."

"What about yourself, he asked?"

"No. I have never been unfaithful to Vinit. Didn't feel a need for it."

"How often do you have sex?" he asked her inquisitively.

Giving a weird look she replied "about 3-4 times a week."

"That's it?" he exclaimed

"Why? What happened?"

"A beauty like you deserves a lot more!"

"Like what?"

"Sex at least every night; perhaps more than once a day. I can't believe Vinit could ignore you like that"

"It is not his fault. He is away 2 or 3 days on a weekly basis, so we really don't have that much time," she said in an attempt to defend me.

"Are you happy with this frequency?"

"What do you mean?"

"Would you like to do it more often?"

"I never thought about it"

"You should give it a thought. An attractive woman like you should not waste her youth."

"You have probably committed a mistake by having a child too early in your life. I think you two should have enjoyed your life before getting into the family way."

"Perhaps it is good that you already have a kid. You can now experiment more freely," Kishanchanji added.

"I haven't thought about it. I don't like the idea about cheating on Vinit."

Saying this she moved to our living room and Kishanchanji followed suit. Our living room was next to our kitchen and it was shielded from our bedroom and stairs. There was only a small portion of our love seat that was visible if one crouched down next to stairs. One could view the love seat through the kitchen door and the kitchen window. The vaulted ceilings in the living room reverberated the sound, which still helped me hear them clearly. I was hoping that they occupied the love seat otherwise I could not watch the action any further. Luckily both of them sat in the love seat, fairly close to each other. It was a smart move on Manisha's part to move to the love seat where they would be more comfortable and Kishanchanji could sit a lot more close to her without being conspicuous. 

"You would only be doing him a favor by looking for sex outside your marriage. He could concentrate on his business and Tushar," Kishanchanji clarified as he sat down next to her.

"Stop kidding!" she said in a playful tone as she slapped his thigh, which was perilously close to her. 

"I am serious. Beautiful women like you are not at all meant to be monogamous; they essentially are meant to be polygamous!"

He further explained, "Because no single person has the right to own what nature has bestowed on you. Beautiful women like you are meant to be bred."

"Pardon my language but I am just expressing my feelings," he apologized.

"Are you suggesting that I start sleeping with every guy I meet?"

"No, All I am suggesting is to add some spice to your life"

"And for that you need to start sleeping with some selective individuals. The ones with whom you could have a prolonged affair without being discovered," he elaborated

"Hmm..." Her lips parted as she was perhaps visualizing herself in bed with Kishanchanji.

"I am willing to offer my services!" Kishanchanji brought her out of her reverie as he said this.

"What?" She almost screamed. I was surprised at her response initially. Wondered if she was having doubts about going through with this. Kishanchanji, however, handled it very calmly.

"I am willing to offer my services. It has been quite some time since I had a women and I think you are perfect to begin with, again"

"Aren't you ashamed of proposing something like this to somebody who is young enough to be your daughter?"

"Not really! Firstly, you are not my daughter. Secondly, it would be a symbiotic relationship"

"How is it a symbiotic relationship?" she quickly retorted and added, "If I am as beautiful as you say then why should I have an affair with someone like you? I can choose a younger person, somebody of my age and someone who is better looking."

"Oh, I understand you mean tall dark and handsome, right?"

"Yes!"

"I definitely meet one criteria: the dark one," he said and broke into a laughter. His white teeth stood out in stark contrast to his dark lips.

"Remember Manisha, you are planning to have sex with this person and not marry him or parade him in front of society"

"So what are you trying to say?"

"You should look for things that will make sex pleasurable with this person and that's it"

"So?"

"All I am saying is that you haven't sampled me yet."

"Ha"

"Ok let's start with a kiss. Find out for yourself, if you like my kiss or not?"

"No way! My husband is sleeping upstairs and I don't even want to imagine doing something like that with you"

"What's the harm in a kiss? Just give it a try"

"NO!"

"I don't find you attractive at all! Pardon me for being so rude but that is the truth."

"I can understand that very well. But don't you think that is good enough a reason to engage in an illicit relationship with me?"

I never thought of it so far but perhaps he was true. It was the images of my beautiful wife getting screwed by disgusting Kishanchanji that made me lust for the moment when this would happen. 

"What?" she asked in a confused tone.

"Let me explain. You are fair and beautiful; your husband is fair and good-looking. So, you have felt how sex feels with a good-looking person. Most people in their ordinary lives only think about this aspect and ignore the other aspect."

"Have you ever given a thought of submitting sexually to the most despicable looking man? Don't you think it would be very much different from numerous other encounters you might have with good-looking men?"

"Go on. I am listening," Manisha said encouraging him.

"Right now you are having sex with one of your own breed: fair and good looking ones. To get a real taste of sex you need to bed as many as possible and as many different kinds as possible.

"As I said earlier, men are hardwired to screw as many women as possible. Similarly, women are also hardwired to have sex with more than one partner. They also want to ensure that they conceive from more than one person to ensure that their offspring gets the best of everything.

"Now look at you. You have conceived a kid from Vinit already. If you conceive the second one from him then both would have same set of genes. Which means both can suffer from the same diseases. But if you had conceived the second from somebody else then your chances of having healthy children would improve.

"There is no point putting all your eggs in one basket!

"That way there would be no diversity amongst your children. They would all be same genetically."

"So, you are suggesting that conceiving from you would add to genetic diversity of my children," said Manisha explicitly clarifying what he was implying.

"Definitely!" Kishanchanji said emphatically

"But then how would I explain the physical differences; especially the stark contrast in the complexions?" she asked thoughtfully.

"Look at both of my daughters. They are beautiful just that they are a bit on the darker side. They did manage to get some of their mother's features. You are much more beautiful. So, my children from you would be much more beautiful and even on the fairer side," he explained.

"Where did you get all these ideas?"

"I read a lot!"

"Have you ever tried to add genetic diversity to other women offspring's?" There was slight smile on her face as she asked it. She was getting into it now.

"Oh yes. I have two children from illicit affairs. One was with our servant woman; her husband was impotent, so I helped her conceive and another one in the family. You have already met my second son. The guy who came last summer to our place."

Manisha gave a thought to recollect whom Kishanchanji was referring to and then said "Oh that one!"

"Yes. He is a byproduct of an illicit relationship with one of my relatives wife"

"So does that convince you?"

"NO!"

"Come on! I deserve a kiss after all this. I have been pursuing you for quite some time now."

This was the moment of decision for her. Will she finally bite the bullet? Will she submit to Kishanchanji's advances? Will she let the lecher suck nectar from her lips? She was pondering over Kishanchanji's demand, all the while staring at the carpet avoiding contact with his eyes. 

Sensing an opportunity, Kishanchanji moved closer to Manisha. He was now just a few inches from her. Manisha was still lost in thought while this happened. Surprised by the sudden proximity to him, she pulled backwards but Kishanchanji already had his one hand encircling her and pulling her in. 

Manisha didn't resist but neither did she move towards him. She was almost in his arms but was leaning back on the sofa a bit. Her eyes lightly shut, her breathing a bit labored betraying her pretension of being in control. 

It was clear that Kishanchanji had to take the lead. He didn't move in haste, though. He took his time admiring her beauty from close quarters, his hand gently stroking her face and her hair, feeling lovely texture of her face and hair. Manisha let out a gasp as his fingers rolled over her lips. His thick black thumb was massaging her pink lips that were slightly parted.

The prelude to foreplay went on for almost five minutes. All the time Manisha was comfortably leaning back on the sofa with her eyes shut enjoying the sensations erupting in her body. It was not long before guilt overtook her, however. And she abruptly got up and tried to move away. Kishanchanji managed to grab her hand and pulled her back on the sofa in no time, though. There was deaf silence in the room.

Manisha was very tense and stiff now. She was sitting upright with her breasts jutting out. The silky top clung to her breasts and in fact dropped into her cleavage to outline her marvelous breasts. Kishanchanji started to massage her back very lightly to ease her. Not long after that he tried to pull her in for a kiss. Manisha turned her torso towards him but didn't seem quite willing to offer a kiss. 

Kishanchanji tried to kiss her but she turned her face and offered her cheek instead. He showered her face with tiny kisses moving towards her neck gradually. Very soon he was nuzzling her neck, a very sensitive zone for Manisha. And then he tongued her earlobes the most erogenous zone of her body; he ran his tongue over the contours of her earlobe before driving his tongue through her aural cavity.

His small kisses were working Manisha up and she started to respond. Her hands that were lying next to her now moved up to encircle Kishanchanji and were lovingly holding him, while he was petting her. This didn't last for long. Soon, Kishanchanji moved up to kiss her mouth. Surprised with the sudden move, again, Manisha pulled back but only for a second and then willingly perked up her lips for Kishanchanji. 

Kishanchanji's dark lips finally rested on her lips. It was one of the hottest moments of my life. To see her pink lips stacked up against his dark lips. Kishanchanji played with her lips by blowing small kisses. Manisha was sucked in the scene and didn't care to respond. Kishanchanji's kisses gradually became wet as his lips parted and his tongue played with her taut lips. She finally relented to his invading tongue and parted her slimy lips that were wet with Kishanchanji's saliva. They were locked in a passionate kiss now.

Kishanchanji's hands were freely roaming on her body. I could see him massaging her boobs and playing with them while he was kissing her. Manisha was completely in it now and was kissing him back with passion. Their tongues were dancing around each other swapping saliva.

Next Kishanchanji grabbed her hand and put it on top of his erection. She ran her hand over his erection a few times before pulling from the kiss. She looked down to perhaps admire the length of his manhood. I could see a sense of pleasant surprise on her face. She gave his dick a gentle squeeze and with a smile playing on her lips leaned in to give him full mouth kiss again.

This was another passionate kiss they shared this night. Kishanchanji was comfortably exploring her body now and I could see him play with her boobs a lot more. He managed to knead her nipples between his thumb and middle finger. Manisha could only moan into his mouth as he very adroitly massaged her breasts.

The foreplay was getting more and more intimate now. I could see Kishanchanji's hands caressing my wife's beautiful waist under her shirt. She held his hands as they were trying to sneak under shirt towards her breasts. She pulled back when things were getting heated up beyond her control.

She sneaked a peek towards the stairs to see if anybody was watching. I lay low on the stairs to avoid getting noticed; it was dark near the staircase and hence I was confident of not getting noticed. I wondered went through her mind at that time.

Was she worried about how fast things were moving? Was she having second thoughts? While these thoughts were going through my mind, I noticed that Manisha got up from her seat and moved into kitchen to have a glass of water. She was standing at the sink when Kishanchanji moved behind her pulling her into him and grinding his dick into her ass. 

Manisha leaned back against him with her head resting on his shoulder as Kishanchanji's hands moved under her shirt and covered her splendid boobs. He was squeezing her tits very hard now. Not able to stand the pressure she turned around to kiss him fervently. This time the kiss didn't last forever but it was still very passionate. 

"We got to stop now. Vinit might wake up," she breathlessly whispered to him pulling away from him. Her lips only inches away from his, glistening with their exchanged saliva. Kishanchanji was still glued to her body grinding his groin into hers. "Don't worry he must be fast asleep," saying that he latched onto her lips again. 

"NO..." she said pushing him away and added "he might wake up for India-Australia match."

"But there is still an hour for that," Kishanchanji pleaded

"Why don't you check on him? We could do it if he is still asleep," he suggested

Manisha relented and came upstairs to check on me. I had already moved into bed pretending to be fast asleep. She sneaked into the bed tiptoed into the bedroom to check on me. She made an attempt to switch on the lights and wake me up. Finding me fast asleep she walked out of the bedroom closing the door behind her. 

I waited for couple of minutes before moving out of the bedroom. I very carefully opened the bedroom door and peeped out to see if they were in the opposite room on first floor. Not finding them there, I peeped down to see if they were in the kitchen. I couldn't find them even there. They weren't in the living room either, at least not at the earlier position. I was clueless now. Did they move to the dining room? 

I descended only a few steps to check the dining room that was next to the kitchen below our master bedroom. But then I found them in the kitchen standing the other side of the sink; that place was well concealed from the staircase. One would have to come half way down the staircase to view them. It was a much riskier position for me, as I didn't have much scope of moving away if Manisha or Kishanchanji walked towards the kitchen window that faced the stairway.

It was Kishanchanji who was leaning against the kitchen platform now, while Manisha leaned into his arms, passionately smooching him. With Kishanchanji couple of inches shorter than her she was towering over him. Kishanchanji was grinding into her as they kissed. I am sure she could feel his erection through his not so thick pajamas. Kishanchanji's hands had moved from her back to her but and were gently kneading them, occasionally pulling them into his groin.

Breaking the kiss Kishanchanji said, "I love your breath," to her and added further, "they have traces of a woman in heat." Responding to him with a smile she again moved in to kiss him. The kiss didn't last for long as Kishanchanji moved towards her neck first and then towards her breasts. He had already managed to unbutton her top and her cleavage must have been amply visible to him. She was wearing a bra but that didn't completely hide her superb breasts.




Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor Ch. 03



Kishanchanji showered her breasts with his kisses as his hands slowly worked underneath her top. Within no time he unhooked her bra and exposed her breasts. He took a step back to admire her breasts. She still was wearing the top and bra but most of the clothing were out of the way. As I had mentioned earlier Manisha is extremely fair and could easily pass as a Caucasian and that is even so when she undresses. Unlike other fair Indian women, who have darker areoles and cunt lips, Manisha has pinkish areoles and cunt lips.

Kishanchanji latched onto her breasts but he had to go slow as Manisha was still nursing Tushar. Not many like the taste of milk and I definitely had an aversion to it. But it seemed Kishanchanji didn't have any such problem. He was very comfortable in handling breasts of a woman who is nursing a baby. He played around her areoles for some time or so I guessed, as things were not that clear from where I was. But it was clear from the way Manisha gasped that Kishanchanji had latched onto her nipples now. Nipples are another of her erogenous zone – she loves it when I play with her nipples.

Manisha was on wobbly feet as Kishanchanji worked on her nipples. She was supporting herself on his shoulders as her hands lovingly tugged at his hair. Kishanchanji was really working on her nipples as Manisha was moaning now. The sounds she made were almost similar to the sounds she makes when she is about to cum. Not able to take Kishanchanji's onslaught she pulled him for a passionate kiss. She took the lead in this kiss as she devoured his mouth, probing it with her tongue. Kishanchanji in no time had his hands into her pants and was squeezing her wholesome butt. 

It was time for Kishanchanji to take the next step. He moved one of his hands from her butt to her crotch and starting massaging her groin area. Manisha responded to his manipulations by grinding into him. I guess he was using his fingers to massage her cunt lips over her panties. They were playing it very dangerously now, as it was just a matter of minutes before they have to get into the final act. Manisha was the first one to realize how close they were to getting caught.

"Kishanchanji we are taking too many chances," she whispered to him breaking her kiss.

"Come on let's move into the spare bedroom," Kishanchanji said to her letting her know his intentions of screwing her.

"No, we could get caught if Vinit wakes up," she reasoned

"I can't take it anymore," he urged. "I have to have you."

"We have to do it some other time. Not now," she quickly replied.

"Okay why don't you play with my dick then?"

Hearing that Manisha moved her hand inside his pajamas and massaged his prick. She probably wanted to check his equipment before they parted their ways for tonight. Kishanchanji motioned her to kneel in front of him and check his equipment in a more comfortable position. In a trance she kneeled down in front of him and was staring at his bulge hidden under his pajamas. From my vantage point it did look sizeable and judging from her earlier reactions every time she handled his equipment it had to be of decent size. 

She still didn't have the courage to unleash his manhood. Kishanchanji was toying with her silky brown hair, urging her to take the next step. She hesitated but taking a deep breath and stealing a glance towards the staircase moved her hands onto his bulge. She gave it a gentle squeeze before moving her hands towards his waistband. Without much ado she pulled down his pajamas to reveal Kishanchanji's boxer shorts. 

I could now see it in even more detail. Now that his equipment was hidden only by a thin piece of underwear. I was eager to see if her mate would be well endowed as they have always been in my fantasies. I didn't have to wait for long. Manisha pulled down his underwear in an effort to unearth Kishanchanji's equipment. But being sizeable equipment she had pull it out of the hiding by her hand.

It was definitely something to marvel about. It was the darkest thing I had ever seen and was almost twice my size. Mine is a decent 5 inches when erect. His was much thicker too. While I had seen such and many more magnificent pricks during my bachelorhood in many porn movies, I had never seen such in real life. It was indeed pretty large by Indian standards. His prick stood out majestically amidst graying patch of hair, which was normal for a man of his age.

"How do you like it?" he asked her with a smirk on his face. 

She didn't respond but kept on staring at it. I was sure that Manisha had chosen a well-endowed man to be her mate. Now, it was just a question of his performance in bed. With the kind of equipment Kishanchanji possessed he had to be only as good as I am to beat me hands down in the sex department. I wondered if he had bull-sized testicles to produce copious semen in order to impregnate her.

"If you had conceived from this. I can assure you, your son would have had an equipment this size," Kishanchanji said very proudly.

She was still staring at his equipment with awe. She had wrapped her fingers around him and still there was almost half of his prick showing. His knob was all wet with his precum from the foreplay earlier. She was in a state of trance as she started jacking him slowly. It was a very slow and deliberate movement. 

After about two minutes of jacking, Manisha moved her other hand onto his manhood to pull back his foreskin. The large purplish knob stared at her as soon as she pulled his foreskin back. The knob was much larger than mine both in length and width. While she did this, involuntarily her head moved closer to his prick, perhaps to examine his knob in detail.

It was an unimaginable site. Her pinkish red lips were just inches away from his purplish knob engorged with blood. It was not long before she had the urge to taste his equipment. She tentatively leaned forward and gave a small peck on his knob. Kishanchanji's hand was playing with her hair and urging her to take more of him in her mouth. 

Her kisses became more and more wet and then I saw her take his knob in her mouth. She was doing it very carefully as if it was her most prestigious possession. In the meantime, Kishanchanji managed to lower his pajamas further until they fell down on the floor. His boxers were pulled down to around his knee and now Manisha had complete access to his prized genitals.

Her hands now moved to his testicles and she gently massaged them as she skillfully used her tongue on his knob. She uses tip of her tongue to make an attempt to penetrate the pee-hole on the penis. This act gives immense pleasure to me and I am sure Kishanchanji was enjoying the same treatment.

She moved his penis out to make way for his testicles and then I could see her sucking his testicles into her mouth. His testicles were much larger in size as I was hoping. Given a chance he surely would impregnate her in no time. I was particularly concerned about this as Manisha cannot handle the pill and hence we resort to using a condom for sex. She does use diaphragms on special occasions, which made me wonder if she would let Kishanchanji take her bareback.

Having sucked on his large semen-producing testicles she moved them out of her way and started kissing him under his testicles. She knows that perineum for a man is a very sensitive spot and she many a times pleases me by tickling with her tongue over there. She never performed analingus on me although I have pleaded to her several times for this. In the position Kishanchanji was standing it was difficult for her to reach that sensitive area and within no time she abandoned her futile attempts.

She moved her attention back to his penis and this time she proceeded to give him a full-fledged blowjob. Gradually her head started bobbing on his dick. She could only manage to take a little beyond his knob because of his huge size. Nevertheless, her intentions were clear. 

Unlike many women I read about, Manisha doesn't tire of giving blowjobs. Men complain about their women not able to give blowjobs for longer durations because of tiring jaw muscles. Manisha could go on for almost half-an-hour at a stretch.

She was trying to slowly stuff more of that monster in her mouth gradually. After about five minutes she was able to suck almost half of his dick in her mouth.

Kishanchanji had started to slowly hump her mouth. He held her head while he seesawed his penis in and out of her mouth, all the while trying to push more of his dick in her. It was only after fifteen minutes of non-stop sucking did Kishanchanji showed signs of ejaculating. Sensing his approaching orgasm, Manisha sucked on him even more fervently. Kishanchanji couldn't withstand the added vigor and drove his prick in, one last time, as much as he could and ejaculated in her mouth. Manisha pulled away only a little bit to avoid choking but didn't let go of his prick and let him deposit his sperm in her mouth. She tried to gulp in as much as she could.

Only after he had completely emptied his balls into her mouth did he let her go. Even after that Manisha still continued sucking on Kishanchanji's prick, ensuring that she lapped up every drop of his cum. I had never seen this kind of passion in her. She had tasted sperm earlier on my insistence but never really enjoyed the taste of it. This time, however, she seemed to be enjoying the taste, as she continued to clean his prick until it was spic and span. Only after that she excused herself to clean up.



Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor Ch. 04



Continued from Chapter 3. Please read earlier chapters to get the context. 

*

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."




Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor Ch. 04



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.



Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor Ch. 05



Continued from Chapter 4. Please read earlier chapters to get the context.

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.




Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor Ch. 05



"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.



Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor Ch. 06



Continued from Chapter 5; please read earlier chapters to get the context.

*

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.




Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor Ch. 06



"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. 



Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor Ch. 07



Story continued due to the encouragement I have been receiving over several years. I would encouraged fellow readers to try alternative, parallel development of this story on their own if the beauty and beast subject excites them.

The story contains strong cuckoldry theme; please stop if this offends you.




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?"

I nodded.

"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."




Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor Ch. 07



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. 




Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor Ch. 07



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,

M

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. 




Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor Ch. 08



Story continued due to the encouragement I have been receiving over several years. I would encourage fellow readers to try alternative, parallel development of this story on their own if the beauty and beast subject excites them.

The story contains strong cuckoldry theme; please stop if this offends you. 




Manisha had reserved a restaurant that was quite some distance away from the place where we lived. She wanted to avoid any kind of attention. It was an upscale place that was sparsely occupied. The place itself had secluded islands as seating arrangement for folks who wanted privacy. The islands had fairly high walls ensuring it and even the opening of the island was fairly narrow allowing sufficient privacy. It wasn't easy to overhear anyone around either. The waiters waited outside and only attended to guests upon requests.

We looked strange as a couple; Manisha was impeccably dressed while I showed up in an harried state. It seemed to be part of her plan, though. The booth had ample seating and could seat about eight people. She sat opposite to me, insisting that her new husband may show up any time. She had mischief in her eyes. She asked, "have you made up your choice?"

"I know the starting level," she interjected.

It was my moment of truth. Either I honestly admitted or I chickened out. Contrary to my nature, I decided to be brave. I pulled out my cell phone and showed her a picture that I had been longing to show her for a while.

It showed a picture of a white couple engaged in a threesome with a black man. The lover was sitting on a sofa, with the wife straddling him, impaled on his monstrous penis. The husband, meanwhile, standing next to the sofa was kissing her deeply. However, the most important details of the picture were the gender symbols. There were three symbols at the top of the picture, with the two white symbols for the couple and the black one for the lover but the important aspect was the black one's arrow pointing into the circle of woman's symbol. If that weren't enough, it showed a small black male gender symbol inside the female's sign, symbolizing the act of impregnation by the lover.

It took a while for Manisha to understand the subtle message. I suggested that she expand the picture and look at the details carefully. There was nothing she hadn't seen earlier as we were aware of the main theme that excited us in porn. However, when it finally dawned on her - the real message that I wanted her to see - she was shocked.

"Am I reading it correctly?" she asked, stunned by my admission. Her lips quivered as she oggled at the picture, trying to contain her conflicting emotions.

"What changed?" she asked.

"You never confessed this until now," she added. I thought for a few moments before answering, "It was always on my mind but I was ashamed of it."

She had a faint smile; her eyes conveyed the warmth she felt for me. Perhaps it was her sympathy that showed the nervousness in her smile. There was silence. We started at each other lovingly, realizing, how naked we were in front of each other.

"It is not easy option," she quipped.

"If you cross the bridge," I croaked, gulping my saliva, "I won't be far behind."

"He desperately wants it," she said gathering courage.

"He would have tried everything under his control," she whispered.

"Do you really want it?" I managed to ask. She didn't answer and thought about it. Her eyes wandered around, eyeing the entrance.

"It is a complicated question," she seethed, "but the short answer is yes."

"But let me clarify yet again," she added, meticulously, "it has nothing to do with love."

"It is a primal instinct," she exhaled. We looked at each other; lost in thought. Our passions for each other knew no bounds now. It just seemed as if both of us wouldn't hesitate from fulfilling the deepest desires the other harbored. It was not only her desire to mate and conceive from him but also my latent desire to see her impregnated with his virile semen.

"But," she said, interrupting my thought process, "I want it to be an intimate affair."

"It should be just the way it is between a husband and wife!"

"Not just at the physical level but also at the emotional level," she clarified.

"And I am aware that this is more than what you had imagined. But I want to share that bond with the father of my children."

"Did you say children?" I asked, surprised by her boldness. She nodded, hesitantly. What was weighing on her mind was apparent - it was a mixture of pleasure and anxiety. We were again shrouded in silence.

"Are you sure?" she asked, breaking the silence, after a while, perhaps ascertaining my readiness.

"What is so attractive about him?" I asked, mildly irritated. It wasn't warranted given everything that we had seen together. Yet, she didn't react; carefully weighing her thoughts, she said, "He introduced me to the pleasures of being a woman."

It was a smack on my manhood. While Kishanchanji may have been a gifted stud, I never felt that our sexual life was mundane by any standards. True, the intensity and frequency had reduced during the later years of marriage but nothing that couldn't be explained.

"With you it is pleasurable," she said assuring me, "but with him it is heavenly!"

"And if one were to use the animal kingdom metaphor," she added, licking her lips, "the lioness would go into estrus spotting such a nomadic lion."

"Is it purely physical pleasure?" I asked. She rolled her eyes but answered, "Psychologically, I love giving it to an elderly and not so good looking person."

"What do you expect of me?" I asked, surprising her. There was a brief silence.

"You like the idea of me cuckolding you."

"I love that notion."

"And Kishanchanji definitely thrives on it."

"What does it mean practically?" I asked.

"Practically, I would like to give him both physical and emotional pleasure for the next five years."

"I would be first his wife then yours."

"Whatever happens we live with it."

Manisha was a little nervous after elaborating what she really wanted. It was quite far from what I had in my mind. Yet, I knew that it wasn't something I never imagined. I had always wanted to watch Manisha mate with a well endowed person. And it was always a prolonged affair but I never thought that I would living in such an arrangement day-in-day-out. In fact, her suggestion implied that she really wanted to spend her nights with him; at least more often with him than with me. Even her reference to cuckoldry was one of its first. We had read several stories and knew the term but neither of us ever used in our day to day life. Manisha had certainly crossed the bridge, I thought. Her willingness to embrace him for five years stunned me. Irrespective of all that unnerved me, I held steadfast to my belief that Manisha only had the best interest of our family and if at all she was only adding spice to our sexual lives.

Her intended planned kicked in as I received a call from Amirchanji, who asked me to work an urgent proposal. I told Manisha about the issue - very well knowing that perhaps this was her ploy - that I would have to run to office. The timing was perfect as we saw Kishanchanji arriving. Looking at our harried faces, he asked, "What's the matter?"

Unlike me, Kishanchanji was perfectly prepared for the occasion. He was well groomed and wore a nice suit that went well with Manisha's attire. To my dislike he was actually looking much better in the new attire. Manisha didn't miss it as I saw the spark in her eyes as they locked their gaze for fractionally longer than expected.

There were times when, although I envisioned him with my wife, I shuddered at the thought of her making out with him. Although, I wanted to see him kiss her passionately, I hated that notion. Perhaps, I felt he wasn't much of hygienic person. However, his recent makeover has been remarkable. Now, in fact he resembled a well groomed elderly gentlemen who fancied young women.

He adroitly took the seat next to Manisha. The image of him and her as an odd couple got seared in my mind when I saw them sitting nicely dressed next to each other. There was an element of nervousness and excitement on Manisha's face while Kishanchanji was only beaming. His short stature with his bulky figure added to the enigma when compared to Manisha' tall and slender physique. His white teeth shone brilliantly through his thick dark lips that had several times tasted nectar from my wife's beautiful pink lips.

"A deal is falling through," I claimed.

"What about the anniversary?" he asked. 

"I have to rush. Could you take care of Manisha?"

"Absolutely," he said, throwing his arm around and pulling her in for a hug.

"Are you folks done already?" he asked.

"No." she seethed. 

His innocuous question could have been misread and perhaps Manisha did. It could have very well meant the sexual activity one engages on such occasions. However, I felt her response was more due to him manhandling her in front of me.

"Amirchanji has no sense of timing," he complained.

"But don't worry. I can romance your wife until your back," he added, chuckling.

It was unusual for him to break into such a conversation but he never hide his enchantment with Manisha. Manisha was amused with Kishanchanji's statement but she contained it and separated from him graciously.

"Have a seat Vinit. Let's talk."

"Don't worry. Nothing is that urgent in life," he added sensing my hesitation. 

I presumed that the plan was for me to step out while giving them the privacy but seemed like he had something else in mind.

"There are a few things you need to learn to effectively deal with Amirchanji," he said, glancing at Manisha. 

She nodded, hesitantly, swallowing her lips. It wasn't clear but seemed like a subtle cue.

"Are you listening?" he said, looking at me squarely. I nodded. One of the ways he always tried to get my attention.

"Manisha here is smart," he said, looking at her, "not sure about you," he added looking at me again.

"She has roped me in to help you with your fledgling business."

Manisha calmly nodded.

"Running a business is a challenge," he added.

"Are you with me?"

"I don't understand," I responded.

"Could we talk about this later?"

Kishanchanji glared at me. 

"He has no sense of timing," he said looking at Manisha. She rolled her eyes, motioning me to take a seat. 

"Why don't you listen to what Kishanchanji is suggesting?"

Grudgingly I sat there.

"Let's talk as adults here," he started.

"Amirchanji is your partner, not because of your business or you."

"I don't understand."

"His sole interest is your young, beautiful wife."

"What are you suggesting Kishanchanji," I said, raising my voice, annoyed by his comment.

"Didn't I tell you?" 

"He can't handle it," he said, looking at her.

"What?" I interrupted. Ignoring me he gave her a look. She was lost in thought but decided to break the ice by calling the waiter to order our food. There was a switch at the table to call for help.

An elderly waiter walked in and politely asked, "What can I get for you sir?" His attention was directed to Kishanchanji and Manisha sitting next to him. She ordered some wine.

He remarked, "Madam you are looking beautiful."

"Is it any special occasion?"

"It is our anniversary," she quipped.

"Congratulations!"

He said looking, glowingly at Kishanchanji and her. Not once did he bother looking at me. Just as expected he mistook Manisha to be his wife. Manisha blushed as I agonized over my fate. I expected her to interrupt not realizing how she expected me to explain their immaculate attire and why I was sitting on the wrong end of the table.

"Let me get a special cake for you," he approvingly added as he left.

She suppressed her chuckle and excused herself on the pretext of talking to me. She grabbed my hand and lead me to the outside balcony that was fairly deserted. We walked to the far end of the balcony that was dimly lit and inconspicuous. 

"You are not cooperating," she seethed.

"Kishanchanji graciously agreed to help us. The least we should do is show some respect."

"I should be tolerating his insinuation?"

"He is telling the truth," she argued.

"You knew that Amirchanji had been eyeing me, right?"

"I didn't expect to gain an unfair advantage from that in our business and neither do I expect Amirchanji to have fringe benefits," I countered.

"Life isn't fair. We can't control other's thoughts."

"What are you suggesting?"

"We need him on our side as we navigate our business with Amirchanji," she exhaled.

"Besides," she added after a brief pause, "you have already surrendered your mating rights to him."

Her blunt statement reminded of the quandary that we were in. It was clear that deep down that I had longed for the progression she outlayed in her letter. However, that didn't imply my verbal humiliation by Kishanchanji. Yet that was very much what I may be looking at. Neither did I expect it to be a brazenly open affair but it seemed both Manisha and Kishanchanji had other ideas. 

She sensually stepped forward, bridging the narrow gap between us. Her lips met mine. But she teasingly pulled back as I tried to reciprocate. Looking at me, cross-eyed, she closed in further but this time her attention was southwards as her hand made it to my groin. It gently caressed the painfully hard tent that had made a camp down there.

"You were serious, right?" she sensually exhaled into my mouth. There was silence. Her hand traced the outline of my bulge delicately.

"Your mind may be weighing the odds again but your heart as already surrendered."

She massaged my pecker gently. Her actions were deliberate and calculated.

"Haven't you fantasized him taking me on our wedding night?" My lips quivered as I tried to kiss her but she had no intention of entertaining me that evening. 

"Would it have taken three years to plant his seed?" she asked. It didn't matter the decision to delay the start of our family was a consensual decision. Kishanchanji may not have showed such restraint and neither would she have deterred him, I thought.

She waited for my response after every question, remark of hers but my heart was simply racing away and the pecker that had been on the edge was simply aching to be relieved. Words could not have matched the smoldering heat she was emanating. If it was any other occasion, I would have ravished her but today was special.She had mentally prepared to be Kishanchanji's wife and I wasn't ready to spoil it.

"I would have been a mother of two already," she added, rubbing salt into my already inflamed wounds.

"Better late than never," she uttered, "right?" she asked, search for an answer in my eyes.

"What do you want?" I croaked, covering my dry cough.

"Show respect to the man who makes me feel proud as a woman!" 

"There won't be much hidden from now on," she added, "might just get comfortable with it."

I took a few minutes assimilating what she just said. It wasn't apparent if Manisha had planned for what seemed to transpire. Kishanchanji's presence was certainly prearranged but when did she inform him? Did she expect me to agree to the proposal already? Or was this Kishanchanji's plan? However, didn't she promise Kishanchanji about the anniversary before she accepted his proposal? A zillion questions were clamoring in my mind.

Heading back, I found Manisha back in her original position. The wine had arrived and was served for the three of us. Just when I was about to enter the place, I noticed Manisha proposing a toast. Her brazen act of not waiting for me to return bothered me. It was also the intimacy she exhibited during my absence. She sat right next to him, turning her body towards him to talk while Kishanchanji practically encircled her, with his left hand on the table while his right hand went on top of the back of her seat. The chemistry was apparent as she blushed and smiled in response to the small talk he was making. I hesitated to head back in immediately but gave them a few minutes and joined them.

"Let's toast to our future," said Manisha. Her remark irked me but I kept my emotions under check.

"Are you leaving?" asked Kishanchanji taking a sip.

"Oh no," interrupted Manisha.

"What could be more important than your pearls of wisdom," she said flattering him. 

"I assured that you would talk to Amirchanji later on."

"Of course. Of course."

"So where were we."

"You were talking about the reasons behind the partnership," answered Manisha.

"Right."

"Is he ready for it?" he asked Manisha. 

"He is a quick learner," she answered, patting his hand.

"You see," he started, "Amirchanji's sole interest is your wife."

"It may sound rude but understandable."

"Don't you agree Manisha?" he asked her.

She nodded carefully. 

"He does have a crush on me," she added nonchalantly.

"What is your point?" I again interrupted, quite rudely. I realized that this wasn't going to be easy.

"The point is that if you shield Manisha it would only be difficult for you."

"What do you mean?" I blurted out again.

"With that sort of an attitude, I am afraid there isn't much point in coaching you," he said, keeping the glass back on table. 

"I may as well leave," he said. Manisha held his hand firmly and pulled him back. And this time she sat very close to him, holding his hand in hers quite firmly.

"Vinit, we should at least listen to what Kishanchanji is saying."

"Even if it is unpleasant," she said, tapping my hand with her right hand.

"You have a beautiful wife Vinit," he said looking at me and then quite blatantly, extricating his hand from hers, he used it to hug her. She was perilously close to him; her left shoulder pushed into his chest. Her discomfort was evident but it didn't deter him.

"She is very smart and has very little attitude."

"She is the best asset you have."

"If you don't understand how to leverage it then you would not succeed much."

"Kishanchanji, some of what you are saying is uncomfortable," I said, "but instead of beating around the bush, why don't you say it clearly."

"That's the spirit," he said, hugging her tightly again.

"All the businessmen you would deal with would take a keen interest in your wife," he started.

"She is young, beautiful, and married to, what should I say," he said, looking at her, "married to an amateur."

"When they see both of you - they see an opportunity - an opportunity to fool you and quite certainly an opportunity to score with your wife."

"Are you with me?"

I gritted myself and nodded.

"But you don't have to regret."

"Instead plan on taking advantage of it."

"How?" I asked. There was a hint of sarcasm in my voice too which Manisha glared at me.

"When hormones interfere with mind, it is usually hormones that win!"

"Manisha could have that effect on Amirchanji. So, I propose that you let Manisha handle dealings with him."

"Hope you aren't presuming Amirchanji is naive," I retorted.

"If there is anyone naive then it is you," he shot back. Manisha's showed her frustration once again to me.

"Manisha is quite smart to keep it at the right level to keep Amirchanji's greed in check."

I looked at Manisha straight and asked her, "Did Kishanchanji convince you of this already?"

"NO," she shot back at me.

"He explained it earlier but it has to be your decision."

The irritation on her face was apparent but I didn't anticipate her wicked plot until now. It seemed something was in play but clearly Kishanchanji was upping the stakes as we indulged in this morbid conversation.

"The question is -," he said, trying to ease the tension, "how would you exploit your opponent's weakness."

"Some would not ask for your permission and may try to charm your wife and other's may need your encouragement."




Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor Ch. 08



"Don't be judgemental," he added, before I could react. Manisha cautioned me to keep calm at the same time.

"With Amirchanji you suggest that I try the later strategy."

"Now you are talking," he encouraged. Manisha stole a chuckle but quickly hid her excitement.

"With the first category, you suggest that I don't intervene?"

"See, not every association and business deal is the same."

"What we are talking about is private company of your beautiful wife."

"The level of intimacy has to be predicated on the importance of the business relationship."

"You get the drift, I suppose?"

I nodded, acting as mature as I could, given the circumstances.

"What is the strategy for the second category men?"

"That is a tricky puzzle to solve," he exhaled, leaning back. All along he had been leaning forward and speaking to me intently. May be it was my non confrontational style that put him at ease.

"Manisha," he asked, "why don't you explain?"

"Me," she answered in awkward manner. He had caught her off guard. It was certain that he had already discussed with her on the subject.

"Dear, you got to explain it to your husband," he urged. Her nervousness returned. All the confidence that was present only a few minutes ago vanished.

"Go on," he pushed her.

"Kishanchanji briefly explained earlier," she started hesitantly, weighing my reaction.

"He was suggesting," she carefully chose her words, "that you need to convey to such men that I am not off limits."

Looking at my puzzled response, she continued, "It means that you introduce me not as your wife but your business partner."

"That," she added, "would allow me to negotiate on your behalf tricky deals and also make it easier for them to drop their guard."

My heart was racing as she described his proposal. It had a similar effect on her, I supposed. It was only Kishanchanji who appeared normal. There was uncomfortable silence as Manisha and I weighed her words. She evaded my eyes as I looked at her. Kishanchanji took the opportunity to order food.

It was evident that in some way they both wanted me to accept Manisha's infidelity openly or rather they wanted me to openly encourage it. However, the entire discussion had been surrounding Amirchanji and I wondered how that may benefit Kishanchanji.It was difficult for me to think straight in the state that Manisha had left me for the past three weeks. Could it have been that she had resolved to consummate our anniversary with him already and hence avoid actual intercourse with me all these days? Did she already anticipate my willingness or did she manipulate me into it? Whatever may have been the motivation or facts, the effect was unmistakable. I desired Kishanchanji to mate with my wife and not simply for recreation but for procreation.

However, it wasn't something that I was willing to confess in front of anyone except my wife. Until I read Manisha's letter, perhaps I didn't have the courage to confess in front of her either. I was torn between my fetish to watch him mate with her and endure the decimation of my self esteem. One may wonder what kind of self-esteem? Given that it was my insidious desire to see her please other men! Still most men who harbor such hideous thoughts are aware of the difference between fantasy and reality. Yet nothing in life comes the way you desire it. You may get what you wished for but there are always strings attached. My mental agony was unbearable but down below my penis was leaking precum in anticipation of Kishanchanji's next move. Her words were ringing true now of him making aware of the husbands that he is bedding their wives but I never thought it may come as such a rude shock.

Lost in thought, he remarked, "it would be difficult for him." She nodded tentatively.

"Don't you agree Vinit?" I too nodded. Manisha gave me a look again, making it clear that she didn't want the conversation to end. 

"Kishanchanji," she interrupted, "nothing is easy in life."

"I hope," she said leaning forward, grabbing my hand with one and his hand with another hand, "with your guidance we can cross any chasm."

"You think so?" he quizzed.

"I believe so."

"What about you?" he asked me.

"Your wife here is brave," he said, gulping his saliva, "and what shall I say adventurous."

"But are you willing to endure it?" he asked, looking directly into my eyes, leaning forward and pushing me for a response. Manisha maintained a tight grip on my hand.

"Can you imagine?" he probed further.

"You working tirelessly on a business proposal as the unfamiliar sounds of your wife fall on your ears."

"The grunts that have always eluded you and throes of passion that you may have never experienced going Amirchanji's way?"

He rubbed it in, finally. I was flustered and quite certainly Manisha's heart skipped a beat as Kishanchanji vulgarly described my quandary. 

"We have faith in our marriage," she intervened, her hand firmly grasped mine assuringly.

"It is not faith that saves," countered Kishanchanji, "but ones deep love for his woman and unbridled passion to give her the very best!"

"Women find it easy," he added, "it is the men who need a firm resolve."

"As Manisha explained it wouldn't be easy but we are willing to try it," I added, dryly.

"Vinit, what I am asking is can you really imagine it?"

"Yes," I hesitantly answered. Manisha too was nervous not knowing where this was heading.

"Try harder," he pushed me, "visualize it."

"What sort of emotions does it evoke?"

"Jealousy," I quipped.

"What else?"

I didn't know how to respond. I presumed he didn't expect to admit that I relished having my wife screwed by Amirchanji.

"Vinit you need to think hard if this is something that you really want," he tried, pushing me again.

Manisha interrupted, saying, "It is only jealousy that he needs to reign in."

"That's understandable but does he have desire to remedy it?"

"All it requires is for you to do that," he said, and looking at her, he added, "and for you to leverage your chemistry with him."

"It is easier said than done," she countered. While Manisha was sexually excited she did have much better self control than I did.

"It is not easy and requires application," he added.

"Manisha I sense that contrary to my earlier opinion, I don't think you folks are ready for it yet."

"Kishanchanji, there is no doubt we have to grow a lot before we can show any sort of maturity."

"But then that takes time and constant guidance," she added, calculatedly.

The food arrived and the waiter set the plates for us and served the food. The menu was simpler as the intention was not food but the proceedings after the dinner.

"Sir, if you don't mind, I have a suggestion," he spoke to Kishanchanji as he served his food. Kishanchanji approved.

"Since you are such a romantic couple, we can upgrade you folks to a much better suite that is perfect for the occasion."

"If you pardon my intrusion, I over heard that you were celebrating your anniversary."

"It has a king size bed and extra large bath tub, perfect for a romantic couple," he added.

This had no effect on Kishanchanji but I had a raging hard on and Manisha too was equally flushed.

"Absolutely," responded Kishanchanji, as he hugged Manisha again. This time his hand didn't encircle her shoulder, instead it was her waist.

"She would love it," he added, pulling her in.

"Your wife is shy," he remarked, "how long have you been married."

"She is gorgeous," he exuded, "it has been four precious years and looking forward to many more, right honey?"

Kishanchanji took advantage of the situation as I sat their seething with a raging hard on. He leaned in and try to kiss her on the side of her cheek. She evaded it but not flagrantly. Eventually he did manage to kiss her on cheeks. 

Even after the waiter left, Kishanchanji's had rested on her slender waist. His hand was concealed behind the pallu (portion of saree that covers the breasts) she wore. But it was clear that his hand wasn't idle as Manisha fidgeted with the food in front of her, quite nervous about what was happening.

"You didn't mind that did you?" asked Kishanchanji, chuckling.

"If you don't mind asking what sort of an effect it had on you?" he asked.

"Besides jealousy," he added.

"Go ahead, think about it and honestly answer," he said, ignoring Manisha's discomfort. Kishanchanji was left handed so it didn't bother him to sit in that state with his hand firmly resting on her waist. From the looks of it his hand was touching her naked stomach and he had no intention of letting her go yet.

"If I may assist, my hand is resting on your beautiful wife's slender waist." Manisha fidgeted but relented and let him have his way with her.

"It's for your benefit," he added, "you need to master your jealous streak."

"Vinit eat your food."

"Her skin is so smooth - without any folds - amazing for a woman who has mothered a child not long ago." 

Manisha was practically convulsing as Kishanchanji caressed her bare stomach. None of the actions were visible to me but Manisha' reaction left nothing to my imagination.

"This is how the pushovers take control of the situation," he continued.

"They wouldn't ask you for permission - they wouldn't care for your presence - all they care for is their gratification."

"And too your utter surprise, you would find that your wife would react positively."

"Amirchanji is not of that type, I suppose," I countered. My intention was to divert the discussion from the explicits that he was resorting to.

"He isn't. With him he would need to be persuaded both by you and her."

"Not verbally but by showing your subservience."

"Let's not talk about him," interrupted Manisha, "I don't quite believe association with him is that important."

"But I agree that we may have to be prepared for such an event if the situation arises."

"So, let me ask Vinit, do you feel a mixture of jealousy and sexual tension?"

"Right now. With the waiter misunderstanding our relationship and me trying to take advantage of your wife."

I nodded.

"Finally, you let the cat out of the bag."

"If I were to guess the proportions it would about 60-40 split between sexual tension and jealousy."

"Right?"

"About right," I answered.

"If I may push it could even have been more like 70-30, which is a normal reaction for men of your type."

"What do you mean?" I immediately objected to his insinuation. Despite my best efforts I couldn't accept him berating me directly. Manisha, however, reminded me non verbally to not react, essentially reminding me that it always provoked him.

"There are two kinds of men - one who fantasize about screwing other's wives and the ones who fantasize about watching other men screw their wife."

"I hope that clarifies."

"Let's finish our dinner quickly," he stopped abruptly, "I couldn't wait to show your wife the suite the waiter talked about."

Kishanchanji wouldn't let go of such a splendid opportunity to berate me, I thought. I looked for a reason but both Manisha and Kishanchanji had busied themselves. Upon careful inspection of their positions, I realized that Manisha's left hand, essentially was in his lap. Out of the corner of eye I noticed that her hand made tiny movements that couldn't be explained in a decent manner.

Manisha's behavior was having an effect on me. Right in front of me she showed fascination for our elderly neighbor. Was she encouraging Kishanchanji to take advantage of her? Where was his hand, I thought? It took a little while to figure it out but I could only make educated guesses. We spoke cursorily about various topics but my attention was on his hand. However, it was her facial expressions that gave away what his hand was upto. Due to the Pallu that covered her breasts, his hand was not really visible. But when Manisha seethed, suppressing her expression, I knew that he was definitely massaging her breast. Still why would a gently massage cause such an effect on her I thought. Was it because he was doing so in front of her husband? I carefully inspected his actions and it dawned on me that he may be tweaking her right nipple under the garb that shielded her assets.

The dinner took a good ten minutes and during that phase I could see that Manisha had succumbed to Kishanchanji's philandering ways. It was evident for an onlooker that she was smitten by him. Her demeanor was similar to that of a lioness in heat that was craving the attention of the nomadic lion shamelessly in front of the pride owner. She sat perilously close to him and showed no intention of leaning away from him. Instead, when they spoke, her face was not more than 2 feet distance from his. Her hand was busy the whole time but she kept it under the covers and unless I carefully paid attention it just seemed that her hand was resting in his lap.

More importantly, there was a phase during the dinner when they exclusively talked to each other. It was as if I didn't exist. The chemistry proved far too difficult for me to handle.

Just as the dinner was getting over, Kishanchanji, started again, "Manisha and I have thought carefully about how to ensure that you folks get the experience and right guidance in these matters."

"This may come as a surprise but I believe you folks need to practice with it for a little while."

"I don't get it," I asked, seeking more clarification.

"What I am suggesting is that you folks experiment with another male - to see how you both react to the experience."

"This may not be for everyone," he cautioned. Manisha looked at me and when my eyes met her she cautioned not to react but to go with the flow.

"You see what I am suggesting right?" he asked. Finally, I noticed him separate from Manisha. She adjusted her clothing in a conspicuous manner not realizing that from the corner of eye I was watching her actions.

"Is this really required?" I asked puzzled. I didn't anticipate this twist. But then things fell in place.

"Let me explain," intervened Manisha.

"Vinit we may think we are ready but we aren't mentally prepared for this."

"It is important that we experiment with this before we jump into it."

"What are you suggesting?"

"We need to find a trusted person who can mentor us in these matters."

"And you are suggesting that Kishanchanji would fill in that role."

"Yes," she answered nonchalantly.

"This is a continuous process - the lessons for which don't sink in right away."

"It's a long term thing then," I clarified.

"Yes but not just that."

"When we embark on this path - such situations won't arise when we want it."

"Instead, they would always stare at us."

"Testing our patience and perseverance."

"So, it can't be an hour a day thing."

"You see what I mean," she asked, fully aware of the fact that I knew what she was implying.

"And Kishanchanji you are okay with this?" I asked feigning my surprise at Manisha's description.

"I couldn't say no to Manisha," he answered diplomatically.

"It has to be a well wisher of ours and someone whom we can trust with our familial secrets," elaborated Manisha.

"I have one condition, though," he added, looking at Manisha.

"Are you with me so far?" asked Manisha. Well, there wasn't something that we hadn't talked about earlier, so I nodded.

"Kishanchanji here," she said, measuring her words, "has a peculiar request."

"What?"

"He has been honest in admitting his attraction towards your wife," she said, "which is no surprise," she chuckled.

"But given his celibate nature for the past decade and his midlife, he would like to experience the joy of having a wife once again."

"What?"

"Don't react but think about it," she pushed me.

The waiters came in to clean up the leftovers and the main waiter said, "Sir, we have a special surprise for you."

"Since you have upgraded to our executive suite," he added. He left after the table was cleaned but the thought left me stranded as I weighed Manisha's proposal carefully again. Although, I had accepted her proposal earlier, this was different as my acceptance would serve as an open invitation to Kishanchanji.

The waiter brought in a cake with a candle lit in the center. It was perhaps to celebrate their anniversary, I thought. It said "Happy Anniversary" but didn't mention the names. One look at Manisha confirmed that she hadn't really expected this.

"Dear let's celebrate our anniversary," he said beamingly, hugging her sideways. I sat there helplessly as Kishanchanji humiliated me in front of my wife and the waiter.

"You two look beautiful," commented the waiter as he eagerly awaited the cake cutting ceremony.

"You mind taking pictures of my beautiful wife?" he asked, hugging Manisha. He obviously had penchant for rubbing it in. She was stunned by the sudden events that she simply went with the flow. Kishanchanji's right hand went around her and grabbed her right hand to cut the cake. She leaned into him; her hand rested on the table, the other side of the cake and adroitly he clasped her hand with his left hand. It wasn't just that but his fingers intertwined with hers. If this was rehearsed then Manisha's reaction didn't really show it.

Kishanchanji made a spectacle of my wife as he held onto my dear wife in front of the ogling waiter. He made me click several pictures before he allowed her to blow the candles. He made an attempt to sneak a kiss but she evaded it. His kisses landed on her hair as he lovingly played with her hair all the while goading me to take pictures. He kissed her neck as she prepared to cut the cake; it was a subtle kiss that caused Manisha to react but she suppressed her actions to the extent she could. 

She unceremoniously cut the cake without waiting for me to take a snap of them during the process. Kishanchanji, however, wasn't to be deterred. He grabbed her jaw with his left hand and turning it towards him he kissed her. Yet he missed, or so I thought, as his kiss landed on her cheek, albeit touching the corner of mouth and as fate would have it I captured that moment. It lasted longer than the picture needed it and I even saw him purse his lips to offer her a wet kiss. The corner of her mouth had the wetness when she finally managed to push him away.

It was a seminal event of my life. Kishanchanji had managed to take over my anniversary as his own, finally. If I had any hopes of escaping from the situation unscathed, I knew they were misplaced. It was only a matter of time before he would take her as his own wife!

My hormones were in overdrive as my pecker beckoned for attention. I silently shifted in my seat as I rearranged the bulge in a more comfortable position. Kishanchanji fed the piece of cake to her, which she nibbled at and then without much encouragement, she demurely took the piece from his hand and fed it to him. He took his time eating morsels from her hand. It was a sight to behold as Kishanchanji flicked his tongue across her fingers a few times much to my chagrin.

She cut a small piece for me after wiping her hand. The waiter congratulated them as he picked up the remaining cake to clear the table.

"Sir, your wife is beautiful," he remarked.

"No wonder our one year old is adorable," replied Kishanchanji.

"He is at home," he asked, tentatively. Kishanchanji nodded, not providing much encouragement to him. It just seemed that he was far too inquisitive.

"Happy anniversary," he once again congratulated them, "and hope your stay in the executive suite is eventful," he added, leaving swiftly.

"Did you hear what he said dear?" he remarked jokingly. He moved into to kiss her but she pushed him away saying, "we need to talk."

"Oh, what have you thought then?" asked Kishanchanji.

"What may I say, you just celebrated our anniversary," I remarked dryly.




Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor Ch. 08



"Well that is the point as Manisha explained, I don't just want an adventure, I want a wife."

"We need his constant guidance," added Manisha, "and he wants intimacy with a woman."

"A young woman," clarified Kishanchanji.

"And I have always liked your wife," he continued, "and Manisha isn't averse to this idea itself."

I looked at her. It was roleplaying but I didn't really believe that Kishanchanji knew about our tacit understanding. But I wasn't naive to believe that the tacit understanding only existed between me and her. There was ample evidence to suggest that they too had their own understanding. What I firmly believed was that Kishanchanji didn't really know about my approval before she initiated the affair. 

There was silence. None of us really knew what to say to mitigate the situation. We had come too far and there was no turning back. All of us weighed our options but none of us believed that words would break the ice. It had to be action. And given the circumstances, the only person who was at home was Kishanchanji himself, so I was just praying that he didn't make us beg for it.

"Now," he said finally, "if you keep an eye on the intrusive waiter, I can properly kiss my adorable wife here."

Manisha' wide eyes and open mouth conveyed that she didn't anticipate it. She looked at me startled by his suggestion.

"Come on honey," he cajoled her, "you don't really believe an anniversary is complete without a french kiss?"

She tried to hush him. There was no need for that as we were quite alone in that room that evening and the intrusive waiter was on the other side; he couldn't watch them but me as I sat opposite to them. She looked at me for help and leaned back and away from him. It was only rhetorical denial, I thought. Her hands were down by the side, instead of staying up to block him or push him away. It was clear that she was only temporarily hesitating. Kishanchanji scooted further cornering her. Neither of them bothered looking at me.

His left hand went to her waist as he pulled her forward a little while his right went behind her back, encircling her waist to keep her backwards motion in check. She was stupefied and I certainly was in a daze as the only thing that I ever longed for was about to transpire not more than five feet away from me. Kishanchanji stared at her beauty for few moments and then lunged into action. He was slow and deliberate. His lips landed on her tender neck, gently caressing with his slightly parted lips. I heard her exhale audibly as his lips met her neck. She had surrendered to her debauched feelings. There was no apprehension on her side; if at all there was an attempt to savor the moment; prolong it for as long as she could. Kishanchanji gently kissed her neck as she squirmed in his embrace. She let him kiss her neck as she turned her face to present herself squarely to him. His left hand moved northwards as it gently grazed her breasts. His attention riveted to her breast as he stopped kissing her. This brought her back from her reverie as she wondered the cause of his distraction. Noticing her attention towards his hand, he gently squeezed her breast. She moaned, puckering her lips.

Unlike what I had seen in some semi-professional videos, Manisha didn't bother looking at me at all. Her anxiety reflected my presence but she never bothered looking at me and perhaps that's what emboldened her eventually. She started getting involved into it as Kishanchanji showered her neck with small kisses. Quite subtly, she kissed him on his cheek, beckoning for his lips. Not surprisingly, Kishanchanji looked up and saw the willingness in her eyes. She puckered her lips invitingly and leaned forward to kiss his lips.

It was a sight worth seeing as their tongues snaked around each other, hungrily sucking each other's lips. It wasn't a passionate hot kiss that meant to be escalated to a quickie in a matter of minutes. Rather it was gradual undulation of the snakes mating with each other for prolonged period. The kiss was intense but gradual. She showed no hesitation in accepting his kiss as she probed and encouraged his probing. The kiss lasted couple of minutes and I felt it was unusually long for their supposedly first kiss. Yet the spectacle had worked its charm as my hand moved to my pecker and was massaging its tip to relieve my pending frustration.

Breaking the kiss suddenly, he cautioned, "please keep an eye - we don't want to get caught in a scandalous position."

He continued ravishing her lips. She welcomed him lovingly now as her arms now circled his shoulders holding him lovingly. He escalated the ordeal by brazenly squeezing her breasts. She moaned into his mouth as a sign of her disapproval. The entire ordeal took about five minutes but seemed much longer.

Breaking the kiss, finally, he remarked, "That felt like heaven!"

Manisha wiped her lips off the excess saliva from their kiss. She evaded my eyes cursorily but then she looked at me normally after rearranging her attire.

It was surreal. It was better than the first time Kishanchanji seduced her under our roof.

"Ever since she stepped into your life," he exhaled, "I have longed to taste those lips."

Looking at my bemused state, he said, "Don't be surprised. Your education has just begun."

"Do you follow?" he asked forcefully, shaking me from my reverie. What was I to do. The lioness had been prancing around him almost urging him to mount her. The nomadic lion didn't yield immediately but chose the right opportunity to make a pass at her at close quarters in the presence of pride owner. It was evident that the lioness didn't really look towards the pride owner for her sexual needs anymore.

I nodded.

"Your wife is hot," he exclaimed.

"I bet she tires you in the bedroom." Manisha blushed at his vulgar remark but she was now far more comfortable.

"Kishanchanji," she quipped, "I am your wife too."

"Oh yes," he said, hugging her. This time she didn't resist and let him pull her in.

"Here is how it works," he started, laying down the rules.

"You had your share of fun," he said, "now it is my turn."

"For the next three years," he started and glared at her as Manisha covered her mouth trying contain her laughter. She tried to control it and then quipped, "Three years is a long period Kishanchanji. Vinit may need training only for three months."

"Where is the fun in that?"

They both laughed and even I chuckled at the light moment we were sharing.

"Besides his jealous streak cannot be cured in such a short duration," he argued. Manisha smiled knowing that Kishanchanji really wanted a longer term. I intervened dumbly, "We needn't worry about time periods."

"What is important that we keep it under the covers and avoid scandals."

"I agree," added Kishanchanji. Manisha gave me the look that told me to keep my mouth shut.

"Well," he said, looking at her for response.

"KIshanchanji," she said, after collecting her thoughts, "this is a delicate matter."

"Vinit is my rightful husband and I have married him because I love him. While it is true that we have to make certain compromises to be successful in life, I wouldn't want to do anything that can jeopardize our marriage.So, I do think we should have time constraints."

"Now, I do understand your earnesty here," she added calculatedly, "and do realize the importance of your support and valuable guidance."

"However, restricting it to a period of two years shall suffice," she added with an air of authority.

"Well then two years it is," he added, "more years wouldn't hurt this old man."

"Let's not delay then," he quickly added, "the executive suite is waiting for us."

"Kishanchanji that is scandalous," she said admonishing him, "such nocturnal activities should be restricted to our house," she added blushing.

"Now Vinit," he said looking at me, "if I may add for this brief period she shall be my wife first and then yours."

"What does that mean?" I asked. The irritation and indignation in my voice was apparent.

"Let's agree that it is important for me to fully savor relationship with my wife - and the condensed schedule only emphasizes the importance of it."

"Kishanchanji," said Manisha in assuring tone, covering his hand with hers, "there are no restrictions, no policies, and complete freedom to you with regards to our relationship."

"Let me clarify," he retorted.

"For this brief period, Manisha would only look towards me to fulfill her sexual needs."

"That's mean!" she blurted.

"However," he added, "understanding the hardships this may cause to your beloved husband Vinit, I suggest that all you do is prioritize my needs over his."

"In other words," he further clarified, "no fun for you until I have had my share for the day or night!" 

She had a bemused look on her face. She looked at me to see if I had any apprehensions. However, I was far beyond my comfort level. I had realized that if Kishanchanji wanted me to suck his penis then Manisha would cajole me into it. I just prayed that none of his perversions entailed such extreme thoughts. I grudgingly threw up my arms.

"Kishanchanji," she interrupted, "your conditions are insidious."

"Besides it is difficult for us to abstain from such basic needs of hugging and kissing each other."

"So, I suggest that we don't draw such hard lines."

"We may reserve special days for Vinit but the bulk of the days and nights would be reserved for you."

"However, given that your relationship is time bound, I agree, that we should prioritize it and if there is a need for more time we can override Vinit's time, " she added, much to my chagrin.

"As I said you would be always first!" she sexily uttered, looking at him sensually after throwing a quick glance at me.

"Are you suggesting that Vinit would not be touching you on my days?" he asked, looking straight at her.

"Kishanchanji we needn't get into the weeds here," she responded smartly, "let's see how it evolves."

"To put your mind to rest," she continued, "let me clarify certain stipulations."

"The sanctity of our marital bed is reserved for only you during this period.

"Vinit shall move to the guest bedroom and shall not enter our bedroom for this period."

My embarrassed look didn't unnerve her as she continued with her monologue.

"On your days," she continued, "which shall we say 5 days of the week - Wednesday to Sunday - you shall have the right of first refusal."

"On Vinit's days as well, you shall have the right to go first," she exuded.

"And of course there is no restriction on the number of episodes with either of you."

"Vinit," she looked at me with some concern, of course it wasn't real, "we are doing this to make sure that Kishanchanji's two years are memorable."

"Hope you approve," she added.

"Well, it seems I should be getting used to the notion of you having sex with other men to further our business interests."

"So, I guess, this should help me get used to it," I added grudgingly.

"Absolutely," added Kishanchanji emphatically.

"Now Kishanchanji," she interrupted, "I took quite a few liberties with my considerate husband."

"If you would excuse us for a few minutes, I would like to speak to him alone."

As he moved to get up, "Oh no," she said, "you can meet us down in about 10-15 minutes in the parking lot."

"Not before I kiss my lovely bride again," he said and without warning planted his lips on hers. She was surprised with sudden move but yielded quickly to his aggression by parting her lips. Yet again there was no eagerness on either side as they let their tongues explore mouths and savor the occasion. Kishanchanji was leaning back as Manisha, the aggressor now was towering over him keeping her lips glued to his. The action was happening even closer to me than earlier and this time they didn't even try to hide themselves from the inquisitive waiter. Fortunately, he kept to himself and didn't spot them in a tight embrace. It perhaps lasted a few minutes with both of them concluding it at the same time. 

Manisha wiped her lips of the excess saliva and stepped out. I followed her obediently. She lead me to the same deserted passage but this time we ventured even further. She turned around and waited for me to walk up to her. Her lips curled up in a wicked smile that someone like Kishanchanji would kill for. Her eyes were misty but the sparkle in her eyes was unmistaken. A passionate and arduous journey awaited us. She held my hand and looked at me lovingly.

"You were brave," she quipped. Her eyes spoke; something that didn't happen often. The texture of her hand and the delicate figure motions reminded me that I was far more dear to her now than I had ever been. She waited for a long while and then eventually moved into kiss me. It didn't matter that just moments ago she was kissing her other husband. It seemed natural. Something she expected of me and I didn't disappoint. Our kiss wasn't passionate as I thought it would be but instead it engendered the same languidness of her kiss with Kishanchanji. There is something to be said about a kiss that has no end goal. A kiss that is just undertaken to taste your partner's lips; to take in the stimulating smell of their breath; and quite literally indulging each other by exchanging copious amount of saliva.

"The two years is only to keep him in check," she said, "you should be prepared to take on secondary role in our life."

"Oh Manisha," I exhaled in her mouth, "I had never imagined the effect that sort of humiliation would have on me." 

Instinctively her hands reached my groin that entrapped my raging hardon. 

She whispered into my ear, "You should let him know it is okay for him to impregnate me."

I gave her the weird look. It was evident that neither of them needed any encouragement. 

"I insist," she added haughtily. Her hand was still against my crotch, gently squeezing it. 

"Was the evening planned?" I asked, turning my attention to immediate matters.

"Not much," she quipped.

"Your subservience ensured that Kishanchanji sampled your young wife in front of your own eyes!"

Realizing that perhaps she was rubbing it in, she corrected herself, "it is characteristic trait that is essential to allow for such opportunities to breed."

"There is no free lunch; while we gain ground in business your partners and important business associates may get progressively intimate with your wife."

"Not that we care for our business interests," she uttered sexily, "but we need something for them to think it is so."

"Kishanchanji is being mean by putting curbs on how much of action you can participate in," she said by turning my attention to his stipulations.

"While expected, we need to ensure that we reserve sometime for our intimacy."

"Until we figure it out; you let him have the lion share of me as expected per our understanding."

"Now let's not keep him waiting." 

She gave me a peck and walked out. She headed to the restroom to clean herself up, in preparation to to make out with her new husband. I waited for her for about five minutes and then found her return as expected freshened up for her final rendezvous with Kishanchanji. She gave me a sly smile as we headed downstairs. Apparently, the bill was paid by Kishanchanji, so it seemed to me that he had already planned the festivities. I wondered if the waiter was one of his ploy as well.

She quipped, as we were descending the stairs, "we shall observe a brief engagement ceremony." And holding my hand, she added, "you are going to give your wife's hand to him."

"Here is the ring I want you to pass it to me." 

Her words sent a chill up my spine as I held the box in my hand. Kishanchanji stood by our car. The parking lot was deserted and there was little chance of anyone spotting us that night. It was not nice and warm; the perfect kind of weather a romantic couple would long for. Kishanchanji's beaming smile gave me the shivers as what Manisha wanted me to do played in my mind.

Kishanchanji didn't look at me and neither did he ask for my permission as he pulled her into him lovingly. His hands encircled her naked waist and were holding her against his groin while Manisha still had my hand in a tight clasp. Yet again the stark contrast between them was evident.

In the dim light, her fair complexion was noticeable but Kishanchanji's features were barely visible. There wasn't any nervousness in her demeanor, if at all she had the glow of a newly wedded wife.

"Vinit," she prodded me, motioning with her eyes. I mustered courage and opened my mouth but my voice stuttered as I said, "Kiisshhaanji pleeaase accept my wife as yours!"

He looked at me mocking while holding his prized possession. Noticing the box in my hand, he pulled out a box from his pocket. Wanting for balance he momentarily left her alone as he opened the box carefully to show another of his diamond rings. This one looked equally expensive but was smaller in size compared to the one he gave her the first time.

Manish quickly presented her ring finger for him to place the ring. The bigger ring was behind our vanilla ring now and stayed comfortably saddled between two diamond rings that complemented each other well. Likewise, she pushed another ring onto his stubby ring finger. And then Manisha towering over him moved in to kiss him. She comfortably rested her arms around his shoulders as Kishanchanji grabbed her by her waist. She kissed him passionately; to an onlooker it appeared that she was the aggressor. 

Breaking the kiss she said, "I am yours Kishanchanji." He smiled. She glanced at me, implying what my next move was supposed to be. I opened the back door of our car for them.Manisha let herself in first; Kishanchanji followed sneering at me.

As they sat comfortably inside, seating themselves decorously, waiting for me to take my position in the driving seat. I sat there and waited for my wife's cue.

"Well," she started, "first things first - let me first start by thanking you."

"Words cannot describe the privilege you shall be enjoying," she said in a cautious tone.

"Just the way we cannot express our gratitude to your hand in steading our rocking business."

"Yet, we expect utmost secrecy from you with what has transpired and anything that may transpire in the coming years."

"In return, we offer you a beautiful, young wife, younger than your daughters for your pleasure."

"And it is my earnest endeavor to pleasure you in every which way you imagined your wife to do."

"Towards that end," she said looking at me carefully, "let me lay down the ground rules for our understanding." She carefully enunciated her conditions, most of which dismayed me and certainly entertained him.

She looked at me before starting, "We have already discussed this," she said, "but it is best if we share it in front of Kishanchanji so that their is no confusion."

Then she turned to him and said, "Although there is no need to sweeten the deal for you Kishanchanji."

"It is not everyday such opportunities of having a young and beautiful wife willing to be intimate with you physically and emotionally present themselves."

"While it is true," she interjected Kishanchanji who was about retort back, "that in your hay days you may have sampled other young wifes - these are not exactly your hay days and neither was any of them in my league."

"Absolutely not," he agreed, "but I am quite certain you won't be disappointed." She smiled.

"Given the delicate nature of the affair, we expect absolute secrecy from you."

"None should know what transpires under our roof."

"And just to clarify nothing shall happen in your house."

"You are right," he said, "we should be careful."

"You can be assured that I wouldn't jeopardize such an opportunity ever."




Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor Ch. 09



Story continued due to the encouragement I have been receiving over several years. I would encourage fellow readers to try alternative, parallel development of this story on their own if the beauty and beast subject excites them.

The story contains very strong elements of cuckolding; please stop if this offends you. You have been warned!




I was listless the whole night. Life had taken such a radical turn; something that I didn't anticipate. It took me a while to come to terms with my wife's new found enthusiasm for our elderly neighbor. As explained earlier, what bothered me was the openness with which she decided to make me her cuckold.

I expected Manisha and Kishanchanji to savor the whole night. Neither of them showed up in the morning as per the regular routine. Up until the time I left for work for my meeting with Amirchanji, they were still asleep. Drudging yourself through work while having a stiff erection is always a challenge. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted her to get pregnant and deliver a child in exactly nine months. It only seemed befitting. 

I dreaded calling home to talk to Manisha but then my phone rang. It was an unknown number and I picked it up to see who it was. It was Mamta, Kishanchanji's elder daughter. She wanted to talk to me urgently and asked me to head to Kishanchanji's place at earliest convenience. She warned me not to let anyone know; not even my wife and Kishanchanji. The fear of getting caught in the act gnawed me from the inside. I suspected that Mamta knew about the relationship.

Summoning courage, I headed home. It wasn't easy entering Kishanchanji's house without getting noticed but I managed to push the bell keeping myself concealed from our house to the extent possible. I expected Kishanchanji to be at our home, so wasn't worried about getting caught by him. Mamta opened the door and let me in and then carefully closed the door. She took my hand, gesturing me to keep quiet, and lead me to the downstairs guest bedroom. My heart was thumping wildly from the fear of what she was about to show me. I thought she was leading me to catch Kishanchanji and Manisha in a compromising position in front of me. However, it wasn't just me who was sweating; she too was nervous. Mamta was couple of years elder to me and I always fancied her. Over the years she put on weight and was now rather plump. However, her adorable face still retained the same charm. She had more of wheatish complexion - a mixture of her mother's and Kishanchanji's complexion. She of course had pretty features just like her mother and was cute to say the least. She had slightly roundish face with medium sized lips and wide smile. Her eyes were big and beautiful and her hair long and dense. She was a mother of two kids already and all that showed on her waist. As these thoughts sailed through my mind, she led me to the guest bedroom and opened the door. To my surprise and satisfaction, it was empty. She closed the door after me and after having carefully bolted the door, she turned towards me. There was only a moment's hesitation before she embraced me. She didn't waste much time and pulled me into a kiss. It was swift. She didn't allow me any chance to fend her off but given my attraction towards her I didn't think of that as a real possibility. She kissed me passionately and I didn't hesitate either. It was the first time I kissed another woman. It was a surreal experience. I thought about the privilege that Manisha was having. Her body odor was different, her body dimensions were different and her approach was different. Instead of pushing her tongue into my mouth, she focused more on sucking my lip and encouraged me to do the same. Manisha's approach was to swirl her tongue around mine and exchange copious amount of saliva in the process. We didn't exchange any words and she quickly pulled on the bed and urged me to penetrate her.

"Don't worry," she said as I wondered about the possibility of taking her bare back, "I have already had the operation."

She was plump but not fat. And for her age she just seemed perfect. Irrespective of her dimensions the satisfaction she gave me was very much on par with what I experienced with Manisha. She kissed me a lot more than I expected and surprisingly she didn't have any kind of inhibitions. We didn't engage in any other kind of sexual activity apart from missionary style sex that afternoon. She encouraged me to cum inside her and was extremely satisfied by the time I did. Her pussy was rather dilated for my taste but she enjoyed the brief interlude with me.

As she tidied her clothes, she quipped, "You may be wondering how this all came about."

"I assured Manisha that if she became my father's wife then I would return the favor wholeheartedly."

Her sentence took my breath away. And for a moment I didn't understand what kind of quandary I walked into but she immediately assured me, "Your secret is safe with me."

"I don't want my husband to find out about the affair with you either."

It seemed that Manisha had already planned for this but I wasn't sure that was indeed the case. Just as I thought of last night's episode with Kishanchanji. Turns out that these actions independently determined my fate but the primary motive was Kishanchanji's satisfaction.

"When did this happen?"

"And why are you doing this?" I asked stunned by her cavalier approach.

"I am sorry if this has hurt you but this wouldn't have happened if you weren't willing," she started.

"But I have been blindsided by yours and Manisha's evil plans."

"Oh come on; please don't cast any aspersions on Manisha's intentions."

"You know that she is doing for your mutual pleasure."

"Besides you too would be having the fringe benefits," she added.

"Even Malini is on the plan," she added. Malini was her younger sister, couple of years elder to Manisha. So, these two beautiful ladies were willing to entertain me, just so that their father could make out with my wife. Weird I thought. What seemed weirder was how they must have corned my wife into it.

"Our relationship - yours and mine - would be lifelong," she said.

"All I ask is that you extend the agreement to three years."

It seemed Manisha had shared with them everything. I didn't think her father would do anything of that sort.

"Do you realize how scandalous that sounds?"

"And," she said ignoring my remark, "you would encourage her to conceive from my father."

"What kind of crazy pot are you folks on?"

"Why are you folks doing this?"

"Wait," she said, "Malini is contemplating on giving an opportunity to plant your seeds."

The suddenness of the events and the rapid pace at which things were unfolding stunned me. Come to think of it - this is how it should have been. Why was I thinking that? I was the architect of my wife's philandering. It was hers if not Mamta and Malini's sowing. Malini unlike her sister was a little fairer and much thinner. She never had the contours of her elder sister and neither did she have the beauty of her elder sister but she was pretty and had the fair complexion to go with it. However, her frail body and almost flat chest never evoked any special kind of feeling. I would have much rather preferred inseminating Mamta, who was perhaps wholesome and more feminine. 

"You still didn't answer my question?"

"We are doing it for our father and he is mostly doing to humiliate you," she said nonchalantly.

"However, in this case, he seems to genuinely like her and with your cooperation he may actually have an eventful second marriage."

"Why Manisha?"

"Because she is beautiful; more importantly she is your wife."

"It may, however, never have escalated to this level if Manisha and you weren't willing."

"Why are you so cryptic?"

"You would understand as things progress - just remember to let my father enjoy his new marriage and we would make sure you are never sexually deprived."

"What sort of a proposal is that?"

"We are counting on him knocking her up three times - and don't worry about the financial implications of raising a large family. He would take care of everything for them."

My head was whirling. I had known Mamta for several years but never did I realize once that she would be such a bitch. On the contrary, she always seemed to be of pleasant disposition.

"Mamta," I pleaded, holding her hand and making her sit on the bed, "I really need to understand this."

"Please be kind to me." 

For once, the kindness in her eyes returned and she had a mellowed expression on her face. She looked at me intently. Her abrasiveness; rather her harried nature stopped for a few moments. She contemplated on what to say and what not to.

"Vinit," she said, "a zillion questions may be floating through your mind."

"And you may be now suspecting Manisha's love and her dedication to your family."

"But," she said, holding my hand carefully in hers, "I assure you that this is not reflection of her love."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Vinit, trust me," she said in a concerned tone, "I wouldn't lie to you."

"It is not ordinary, I agree," she added, "but then so would be my relationship with you as well."

"Mamta it is not comforting," I responded, "but it would be if you shared the truth."

"What truth?"

"How does it matter?"

"Why do men crave for such things?" she blurted out in frustration. Mamta was visibly upset. It seems she didn't want to share the details but I had put her in a dilemma.

"Look," she said, "just simply accept that my father can pleasure your wife far better than you ever could imagine."

"All those women over the years didn't show up for no good reason," she shot at me.

"But," I interjected trying to calm her down, "I am not complaining."

"I would just like to understand it."

She gave me a weird look and said, "First accept it."

"What?"

"Accept that my father is a better lover for her." 

It was one thing to admit it in front of your wife and quite another to do so in front of someone else. My silence conveyed my answer but that didn't please her.

"Such is the hypocrisy of men."

"Most men live in their secluded world imagining that they are the best in everything."

"Don't get me wrong," she argued, "you are a better lover than my husband."

"But there is a chasm between you and my father."

"Manisha needs someone like him to justify the beauty nature has bestowed on her."

"You are not in a state to understand," she gave me a smirk.

"Remember," She said, "whether you like it or not, she has taken him as her husband."

"There is no backing down."

"Keep our relationship a secret and you wouldn't regret it," she said smiling.

I headed back to my office after that. I wasn't sure I was prepared for what awaited me at home yet. Amirchanji wasn't terribly upset with me for not showing up last night but there was tons of work that needed my attention. Manisha's call brought me back to my current situation.

She asked, "Aren't you coming home?"

"It would be dinner time soon." I checked my watch; it was already 7:30pm. Surprisingly I didn't realize once I got into my work.

"Would be home in half-an-hour," I replied.

"Come soon," she quipped.

Manisha opened the door for me eagerly. She had been waiting for me. Kishanchanji was watching TV, I thought. After bolting the door, she latched onto my lips and kissed me passionately. She was fresh. Her hair had mild fragrance of the shampoo and her body had the tenderness and warmth that only comes after taking a hot shower. She was hot and pushed me into the downstairs restroom and locked the door.

"I have been hungry for you," she exclaimed between the kisses.

"Why?"

"Hasn't he made you with you today?" I asked.

"Are you kidding?"

"He fucked me five times since last night already!"

"I feel like making out with you as well," she reasoned and continued her kissing.

There was something about her kissing that evening. It instilled a great deal of faith in my ability to pleasure her as a man. It is always difficult to find yourself in an inferior position and particularly so when it comes to the sex department. However, quite often, and this is my realization over the past several years, it is not a question of either-or. It is simply a question of the delicate balance between the two options and their relative priorities. 

The dinner was ordinary; just seemed nothing had transpired. Manisha had already moved my stuff to the guest room. Kishanchanji headed to bed early, perhaps exhausted by the activities during the day. Manisha and I stayed back and spend time with each other. We didn't talk much about what happened but just shared our feelings of the current situation. She didn't allow me to makeout with her, promising that sometime during the night she would drop in after Kishanchanji fucks her. 

Manisha didn't show up that night. She shared later that he did screw her in the wee hours but the action had left little desire to see me. There was a repeat of same welcome from her again. Her pristine state surprised me again. Inside the restroom, I asked again,

"What's up with your fresh breath?"

"Do you folks keep busy all day?" 

"Well that's there and then I wanted to be fresh and ready for you."

I was puzzled by her reaction. She had aimed earlier to keep herself in the stale state and make out in that state with me.

"Really?" I asked, showing my surprise.

"Vinit," she seethed, "fantasy is good within limits."

"I have always liked keeping myself fresh and ready for you," she added.

"Besides you have given me the best gift."

We kissed passionately. My life had change significantly in the past few days but seeing her love for me, I realized that perhaps this phase of our life is not as bad as it seemed to me originally. However, one should not mistake a desert to an oasis after spending a few days at one. 

"What gift?" I asked her breaking the kiss.

"Getting the middle aged bull for your wife," she whispered.

"He is quite something; fucks me three times everyday."

"There is no stopping him," she uttered. I chuckled.

"Seriously Vinit," she exuded, "in the past month we had more sex than we did in the first three months of our marriage."

She looked beautiful in the dim glow of the light in the restroom. Her face glowed. And it just seemed it was the result of the sexual satisfaction.

"And you know what he is a total pervert," she exclaimed excitedly.

"You will get know about it slowly."

"BTW, he wants to go on a cruise for honeymoon."

"He didn't want you to be around," she said, "but I insisted."

"Honeymoon?" I frowned at the audacity of the old man. But then we both had given him the leeway.

"We are going this Friday," she said. She kissed me again and headed out.

"And BTW," she said, slithering back into my arms again, "the stale breath and unhygienic conditions can be arranged on special days."

The next three days were the repeat and none of those times she made it to the guest bedroom.

It wasn't clear what the bad new was - whether it was that she was going for honeymoon with him or that I would be forced to tag along with them.

It meant more abstinence for me; at least at home I kissed her on a regular basis. However, when she reminded me to carry my condoms, I knew that there would be some action for me. It was great news as I hadn't had intercourse with her for the whole month now.

Kishanchanji had returned to his normal self and apart from the time he spent alone with her, he behaved normally I hoped there wouldn't be much of his misbehavior again.

Without much fanfare we checked into the cruise ship. We were spending three nights and four days on the cruise. Manisha definitely must have planned for a splendid honeymoon, keeping me on the verge all along I thought. 

I wondered how she would manage her motherhood duties and yet pleasure her new husband. Tushar was only a little more than a year old, so it was unlikely that I could take care of him the whole night. Little did I realize that it was not a quandary for her at all. Instead of separate rooms for both us, she opted for a better room with the view of ocean but only one for all the three of us. It was tiny - only about 120-150 square feet but had essentially space for sleeping of four individuals.

There was a private balcony and right next to the entrance of the balcony was the double bed. On the left side there was the bathroom and by the side of the bathroom; the small alley that lead to the main entrance had a bunker bed on one side while the TV and entertainment system was right opposite to it. It was cramped but I felt it was better than having two separate rooms that could have cost a fortune. The added advantage was that the double bed was only about 5-6 feet from the edge of the bunker bed where I would most likely be based. It would be safe for Tushar to sleep on the lower bed, so the elevated seat offered me the best possible position in that setting. 

The song and dance started that very night. Tushar having suckled on her Mother's breasts for about half hour was blissfully asleep. She had already prepared herself for the event. Kishanchanji was in the bathroom and when she put him to bed and turned to me and kissed me lightly on my lips.

"This is it," she whispered, snaking her tongue out to trace my lips, "Kishanchanji would not be voluntarily yielding his place in the bed."

"Did you get your condoms?" she asked, sexily. I nodded. Her eyes conveyed the excitement.

"You can enjoy the feeling of dipping it in tonight then."

"Can't assure that you would feel much, though," she teased and left me.

"Honey," he said, stepping towards her, sneering at me, "wouldn't this invade our privacy?"

"It would have been better if we had a separate room."

"Kishanchanji, I am your wife," she answered, leading him to the bed, "there is no need to hide anything."

"We keep the lights off or dim them but there is no reason for us to curtail our activities."

"Can't he overhear it?"

"Most likely he can, he isn't far away," she said looking at me, knowing very well that I would have wanted this way.

"But," she said in her assured tone, stepping closer to him, "Honey he needs to know that you treat your wife well."

"I promise," she said, looking at me, "he would be obedient." 

She switched off the lights and kissed him right there in front of me. It took me a few moments for my eyes to get adjusted but the lights from the bathroom area allowed me to see the silhouettes. She pushed him back on the bed and proceeded to give him a blow job. The next hour was agonizingly painful for me as I heard the moaning and slurping sounds of my wife. He took her in all kinds of positions before unloading into her. She fellated him at least twice already I thought and I saw her do that again after he lay on his back. She obediently cleaned him up before settling back on the bed. I wondered when the next time would be as I dozed off. And then I felt a hand on my stomach. It slid within a few moments to my pecker that had shrunk back to normal size.

Manisha was standing by the bed and nuzzling my neck as her hand moved into my underwear and massaged my penis. As I woke from my slumber, she kissed me. Her tongue darted into my mouth in no time. Her breath was stale and reeked of semen. Not that mine was any better. I kissed her back as soon as I realized that it wasn't a dream. My penis swelled very soon in her hand. It just seemed that I would get to penetrate her. Her hand gently squeezed my sacs as well that had been working overtime producing semen that had no place to go but into the filthy condom. She climbed up on the berth and laid on top me and continued her kissing. It was very tight with little wiggle room but I didn't mind. She ground her hips against my pelvis, rubbing my penis but her whole attention was on the kissing. She was practically drooling in my mouth; something very unusual of her but the wetness provided a lot of satisfaction to both of us. I moved to her breasts and latched onto her breasts that were leaking milk. It usually happened when she was extremely excited. And she had shared that Kishanchanji loved draining her milk. In fact, her milk production had actually increased very much in the past month and she suspected that she may not get easily pregnant even though her periods had started.




Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor Ch. 09



She moaned as I nibbled on her nipples that were unusually sensitive that evening. I wasn't sure how long ago she had sex with him but I didn't care given that Manisha herself had made her way to me. The next five or ten minutes I stayed latched to her breasts. My hand moved to her wet pantie and massaged her vagina from the outside. The sticky substance had permeated through her pantie and although I had fancy notions of such eventuality, the flimsy, sticky experience left a lot to be desired. A few moments later, my hand slithered into her pantie and found it inundated with the sticky substance.

"It's yuk!" I complained.

"I know," she whispered back.

"Where is the condom?"

"Kept it somewhere here," I said, searching for it near my pillow.

"You had a fascination for it," she whispered, "won't you like to taste it?"

She didn't have the sexual innuendo in her voice. It was an element of surprise at the reaction we both had at an anticipated experience for a while. She actually knew that this would be difficult unless she cleaned up a little but then we always wanted to experience this in its raw state.

"Do you want me to?" I asked.

"Didn't you dream of it?" she pushed me.

"He has practically hosed me," she sensually whispered into my ear. It was evident that she wanted it. My hand still searched for the elusive condom but I found myself sliding southwards under her. She supported herself as I slid a little down but she had to move up to accommodate that awkward position on that bed.

My tongue licked the sticky substance. Compared to the earlier experiences, this was bitter. Manisha had carefully cleaned herself during the earlier times, I thought. She positioned herself carefully on top of me and then slid the gusset aside to expose her pussy lips. The pungent odor unnerved me but I braved and stuck out my tongue into the mess. Her whole body convulsed and an audible moan escaped her mouth. It was indeed messy and much different from my expectation. Firstly, it was slimy and secondly it had a bitter, acerbic taste that I didn't like. However, I continued eating her in the hope that I would get used to the taste. My efforts were not going wasted as Manisha's breath quickened and she started grinding her cunt on my lips. I had always imagined licking her while she was on her back but the new position made it even more exciting. The thick substance descended into my mouth much easily and in a matter of minutes her cunt was clean for her next round with Kishanchanji.

We got back into our positions; her still on top of me and soon she unrolled the condom on my penis. In one swift motion my penis was lodged inside her and the funny thing was she didn't wince even once. Her pussy was well dilated and that experience remained a lasting memory. 

She kissed me and helped me clean my lips of their combined juices. Between her humps, she whispered, "Thanks for eating me in that state."

"I was not expecting but hoping you would."

"Can't wait to see him unload directly into your mouth!" she mumbled excitedly.

"Really?"

"You want that?"

"Sort of," she quickly corrected herself, "but more importantly Kishanchanji would want that."

"Don't count on it," I retorted, knowing very well that I was deep in the rabbit hole already.

The sloppy seconds sex was a little too slick for my experience. Even with my heightened state, I screwed her for about 15 minutes or so. Very long compared to the previous times. We both wondered what was so different and why did it last that long. Upon careful reflection, when we both were sober, we agreed that it was the condom, her dilated state of the pussy that was also well lubricated with both their juices.

She soon headed back to her primary husband; she cleaned herself up before going back to bed.

I was too exhausted to keep an eye on her but was certain there was another round before dawn. Fortunately, Tushar was cooperative and none of us had to wake up middle of the night.

The next day was pleasant. Manisha made sure that she spent her time with Kishanchanji most of the time with me leaving to attend to Tushar for most of the time. Tushar didn't miss his mother as she attended to him every how and then made sure that he was breastfed despite being on her little honeymoon.

After the dinner, the drama started again. It was Kishanchanji again but I was quite certain that they both had planned it.

"Manisha I have a complaint," he started, "regarding out arrangement."

"Firstly," he shot at her, "we don't have any privacy."

"Secondly, you have let him fuck you last night when it is our honeymoon."

Whether Kishanchanji was a good actor or he had rehearsed those lines several hundred times I do not know but it came out perfectly. He was visibly upset and hearing that Manisha's harried state ensued.

"The used condom in the dust bin gave it away," he shared.

She hugged him sensually and reasoned, "at least he is using a condom."

Tushar was nicely tucked in the bed and I was getting to my abode but this conversation bothered me. It seemed they took the arrangement a little too seriously and Manisha started behaving as if she was his actual wife. Perhaps this was always her intention but in all the stories we read, it usually was limited to sexual action. Given the situation I believed that may be there would be some altercation and they wouldn't make out that night and that would mean no pleasure for me.

"You broke your promise," he complained.

"Kishanchanji," she whispered, "he too is my husband and deserves my love and affection - even during this period."

"Penetrative sex was allowed," she reasoned, "besides you had your turn first already."

"If he defiles you, how can we have a second turn?" 

I was annoyed to hear this kind of language from him but was unsure how to react. Most such interactions she had handled and I left it to her.

"Absolutely not - I always clean up after I have been with him."

"There is no trace of him on me when I come back to you."

"On the contrary," she continued, "my body is inundated with your fluids when I head to him."

"There is absolutely no such privilege for him."

"He knows my body is your vessel."

Kishanchanji shook his head.

"What is the issue?" I intervened. 

She looked at me, almost pleading to keep my temper in check, which always flared up during such instances. She had explained to me earlier that during such moments she wanted me to first keep calm and secondly act subservient to him. When I complained back with my retort that I might as well suck his dick, she responded that such a day was definitely there in my future.

"Kishanchanji, my apologies," I pleaded, "It is not Manisha's mistake."

"It has been a while and yesterday we got carried away."

"Don't I satisfy you?" he reproached her.

"No Kishanchanji that's not the reason."

"It's ecstatic with you but it's only me who is benefiting, at least sexually, from this association."

"I need to share this with him as well."

"Trust me," she assured him, "he wouldn't touch me until I have been with you during this period."

"Are you sure?" 

"Absolutely."

"It's only kissing and oral sex," she clarified.

"No kissing as well," he added.

"Whatever you say," she responded coyly.

Kishanchanji's eyes lit up as soon as he heard those words from her. He embraced her right in front of my eyes. I was half naked while Manisha was wearing her flimsy nightie. In their normal attire, Manisha would tower over Kishanchanji but without her high heels, she was couple of inches taller than him. She bent down to offer him a kiss and tenderly kissed his lips. It was love more than kissing. Between her kisses, she whispered, "I am all yours."

Kishanchanji hugged her tightly, thrusting his pelvis forward. Her well-built body looked slender in front of Kishanchanji's short and stout stature. 

"You are mine," he repeated her message, kissing her tenderly. And every time I looked at them, standing not more than five feet away from them, I felt utterly humiliated. 

It wasn't the fact that she was having sex with him but the fact that she was so closely connected to him. In her physical actions there was tender love that I saw; a chemistry that I could have hardly imagined. Kishanchanji was twice her age and she was as good as a newly married wife. Even during the day when I did eavesdrop on them when I was taking care of Tushar while they were enjoying their honeymoon. I wasn't consciously trying to find them in that crowd but it so happened that I found them on the deck a little late in the evening. It was getting dark and I was inside the restaurant but could see them through the glass window. They weren't plainly visible in sight but were standing around the corner. To say that I felt jealous would be an understatement. The love of newly married couple was apparent. He adored her and she reciprocated. They were physical as expected from such a couple during their honeymoon period but the chemistry was electrifying. Sitting there I was nursing a stiff erection while he romanced her. For more than half-an-hour they exchanged sweet nothings; that included little petting and groping as well. If I had thought that Kishanchanji would be proud to show off his new wife then I was completely wrong. It was Manisha who proudly showed her new husband and clung to him the whole day.

Returning back to Kishanchanji's and Manisha's current romance situation.

"The next two years of my existence is only for you," she continued. Her kissing was getting wetter now.

"Are you hearing it?" said Kishanchanji, smirking at me.

"He agrees already," she quickly answered, glancing at me.

"Show him honey," she urged, "Undress me for him."

I obediently held the helm of her nightie by bending down and lifted it up to uncover her shapely legs and then her butt and finally her nice body.

She wore a brassiere that held her breasts securely and a matching French cut pantie that hugged her wide hips perfectly. She again clung to Kishanchanji in what seemed like a mesmerizing sight with his dark skinned, hairy body perfectly contrasting her milky white complexion. She continued showering her kisses as I watched their amorous foreplay stupefied.

"Make me yours," she continued his praise, "use me whichever way you like."

"Only request," she said, breaking her kiss and looking into his eyes, "that you don't distance him from me."

"I strongly desire to be intimate with him," she added, "this only makes the bond stronger."

"Besides doesn't he have to know that you are taking good care of your wife?"

"Why does that need penetrative sex," he interjected.

"Kishanchanji," she pleaded, "you are stuck on that."

"Our objective is not penetrative sex," she reasoned, "it is getting intimate with each other on a regular basis."

"Even during this period I want to be physically and emotionally connected to Vinit."

"Still Kishanchanji," she continued her reasoning, "it won't be everyday!"

"And Kishanchanji," she added, "it won't be without impunity. He is agreeing to extend the relationship to three years."

"Now isn't that something?" she sexily exuded and kissed him on his lips.

"Absolutely," he exhaled, "I love your breath," he said kissing her back.

"And I love everything about you," she responded.

"Two years - three years; what's the difference?"

"We all know our bedroom doors are open for you always."

"However, these three years," she added excitedly, "are only for you."

"My heart, my soul, my body, is all for you!"

She pushed him back on the bed and laying ontop of him started kissing him.

"Don't stand there honey," she said, "Help him get undressed." 

Unsure about what she expected I sat on the bed next to them while she continued her kissing. Kishanchanji was wearing the old style pajamas that elderly Indian men usually wore at home. I tugged on the knot gently and it came undone. She urged him to lift his butt while I tried pull of his pajamas. He wore the old boxer style underwear that comfortably concealed his package but gave away the size of the concealed package quite easily. If I were to contrast mine with his then it his seemed more like a medium sized cucumber stuffed in ones trousers while mine seemed like a medium size carrot. There is no special emphasis needed to clarify the differences but I felt compelled to convey the gravity of the difference we are looking at. It was evident that any woman would absolutely not choose me over him if that was the sole criteria.

"Don't be shy?" she said, moving southwards.

"Kishanchanji wants you to get properly introduced to his proud possession."

She slid down his boxer shorts and pulled out his semi-flaccid penis. Her fingers were delicately wrapped around it and it just seemed that in fully erect state her fingers would have tough time touching her thumb while holding his erect penis. The next thing, I noticed about it was that it was dark; I mean so dark that it just seemed as if it belonged to an African person. Not to mention her daintily, pale fingers providing quite a contrast while she showed it off.

The next thing she did was to show his unusually large testicles. Now, I have heard that as men age their testicles grow in size but in the case of Kishanchanji they were really big and meaty. Mine were the size of a small lemon, but his were at least one and half times that size.

We both were inspecting the package by kneeling down next to his pelvis. Kishanchanji gloated as Manisha carefully inspected the package and showed it off as her prized possession.

"Lay down," she said, "it is time you got to know the object that gives immense pleasure to your wife."

Her verbal humiliation was not something I anticipated but knew that before embarking the ship. I mustered courage and lay down next to her.

"First thing," she said, and whispered into my ear, "don't balk at anything. He needs to know it is okay for him to inseminate your wife."

She whispered this ever so lightly that I thought even I had trouble understanding what she said.

"Ignore the grey hair," she said, "this is common for men his age," she continued with her monologue.

"Kishanchanji," she said, looking at him, "I hope you don't mind that Vinit gets to see yours while his is hidden."

"Something's are better that way," he retorted, referring to the hidden nature of my apparatus.

She ignored his condescending remark.

"Let him know," he said rubbing salt, again, "that this is what you would have desired on your wedding night!"

She turned her attention to me and said, "The first thing you should notice is his odor."

"Come closer," she whispered. She was very close to me and I had the urge to kiss her. Manisha had truly become a slutwife that we both enjoyed reading about in those perverted stories. She pulled back and said, "Ah ha.."

"No kissing," she quipped, looking at Kishanchanji, who had a smug smile, "until I initiate."

And then she inhaled the musky aroma eagerly. She urged me to do the same but I didn't have any fascination for it. The act of going near his penis was already an act of perversion.

"Oh come on," she seethed, and pushed my head towards her. The stench hit me. It was clear that his penis hadn't been washed much that day and the rest of the pungent odor came from the sweat from his undersides. She inhaled it excitedly and said, "this is how a real bull's smells."

She flicked her tongue on the tip and tried pleasuring the pee hole with her expert tongue strokes.

"The hyper clean ones are insecure," she remarked.

"Kishanchanji," she asked, "Do you mind if Vinit touches your testicles?"

"Not at all," he answered, "they need a little massaging anyway."

I frowned at her obscene remark. What was she thinking? She whispered inaudibly, "Do it, he doesn't like disrespected."

She guided my hand, despite my resistance, to his testicles. Despite my hand making contact with his testicles I took a lot of encouragement from her to do anything beyond making a contact. I gently rubbed his testicles while she showered small kisses. It wasn't overtly sexual; we were simply playing.

Kishanchanji moaned because of our ministrations and quipped, "That feels good; it would help in generating lot of semen."

"Your wife loves it when I pump it all inside her," he added crudely.

"Is it a good time Manisha?" he asked.

His words sent a chill down my spine. Manisha had already prepped me up for such an eventuality but I didn't expect her to be so open that Kishanchanji could openly talk about it in front of me. Most other stories I had read about also had subtlety in them but Manisha seemed to have adopted a direct strategy.

"It is always a good time," she answered.

"You know what I mean," he said.

"Absolutely."

"And even Vinit knows but we haven't discussed this explicitly," she responded.

"What?"

"Isn't that the reason why you are massaging his testicles?"

"Kishanchanji, I really want him to guide you inside me."

"It's an intimate and important experience for me!"

"Vinit," he said, "Manisha is pretty serious about being my wife."

"She wants to raise my children!"

"You should know," he said, "you would be the father!"

"Tell him," she pushed me but I was unclear about what she wanted me to say. Manisha must have left subtle cues; I wondered and searched for them.

"We have agonized over this several times already," I quipped. Manisha smiled hearing that. She urged me to spill it all over.

"To tell you the truth Kishanchanji," I continued, "Manisha has confessed several times that she wished that you had taken her virginity."

Kishanchanji laughed hearing my admission.

"Most young women do that," he said confidently, "they rebuff and then fall for it."

"To make for the lost opportunity she gave her anal virginity to me on our anniversary night."

"Was that sweet!"

"That was no fun Kishanchanji," she said mockingly.

"And where is the need when I am so tight for you."

"Very true!"

"She is indeed very tight for a mother of one."

"Imagine what it could have on the very first night?"

"In retrospect," she answered, "Kishanchanji, I may have been very privileged but honestly at that time it could have been only termed as rape."

"But I must admit Kishanchanji," she added, "if only you had pushed your luck during the second year of our marriage, you would have a found a willing wife."

"I was sick of wives who went behind their husband's back to meet me."

"It was perhaps time to find one whose husband actually encouraged her to mate with me."

"Haven't you hit a jackpot on this?"

"Vinit deserves full credit for this," added Kishanchanji.

"Not many young men realize that a beautiful young wife is both an asset and a liability."

"Vinit," said Kishanchanji, "the unfortunate truth is that for marriage such immature, young girls gravitate to dainty young and inexperienced men."

"And soon realize that what distinguishes men in the bedroom is entirely different."

"Kishanchanji you are mocking me now."

"I don't believe I have made a poor choice in choosing a husband. He is simply too perfect for me," she said giving me a peck on my lips.

"While it is true," she said, cupping my penis, lewdly in front of him, "that he is not quite there in terms of size, I wouldn't write him off."

"There are plenty of other things that go in his favor," she added proudly.

"There is no disadvantage that I see," she added, "am I not getting best of both the worlds."

"Perhaps you are fortunate in having such a considerate husband," he retorted.

"Kishanchanji, women are always fortunate - there is no reason why I can't keep Amirchanji happy along with you two - but the same can't be said about you two."




Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor Ch. 09



"That son-of-a-bitch Amirchanji is not getting a chance to sniff your pussy."

"Not until, you are already pregnant."

"Besides, I heard he loves pregnant women and especially women who lactate during their pregnancy itself."

"And you would make sure that I continue to lactate throughout my pregnancy."

"Absolutely!"

"Kishanchanji has a fascination for breast milk," she added.

"Now Kishanchanji," she said, "for the first thing you wanted."

Kishanchanji got up while Manisha laid down on the bed. He straddled her chest and scooted forward to offer his penis.

"You know what to do," she said to me, spreading her legs. She gathered yet another pillow to prop her head up. I knew what was about to happen but I didn't believe that either of them had a desire for this.

Manisha was lubricating profusely already as I pushed my tongue into her twat. Kishanchanji lifted himself and pushed his penis into her mouth. She licked his knob; I guessed mostly but didn't expect her to do much else in that position. She was reacting to my actions as her pelvis started humping against my mouth. And finally, I found Kishanchanji lift his fat bum to thrust into her mouth. They were slow and delicate strokes but it was clear that Manisha was able to handle it much better than I thought. It was working; she grabbed my hair and shoved her pelvis against my mouth, practically grinding her pussy against my lips.

Every ten or fifteen seconds, I would hear her gasping for breath and then again Kishanchanji would plough her mouth. Her other reactions very much confirmed that she was intensely aroused. Her pussy was gushing with lubricating juices and it seemed that she could accommodate my entire hand in her pussy at that time. The whole episode may not have lasted more than five minutes but it was intense. And finally Manisha gave up and refused to continue it. 

Kishanchanji lifted himself and went to the bathroom to clean himself up while Manisha lay there gasping for air. She sneaked a peek at me and smiled using the bedsheet to wipe her face. She beckoned whilst propped up on her elbows and urged me to kiss her. She was hungry for my kiss and forcefully kissed me. In no time, she pushed me on my back and kissed me aggressively, pushing her hand into my pajamas and stroking my erect pecker. She was completely into it and showed no inhibitions as she aggressively pumped my penis within the confines of my pajama.

It was an awkward sight as she kissed me aggressively and furiously stroked my penis. I was on the back in the same position she was a little while ago.

Kishanchanji returned back from the restroom and moved behind her and played with her tits. She was completely engrossed in the act and then Kishanchanji did the dastardly act by pushing his floppy penis between our lips. My eyes were shut so I didn't immediately realize but found that Manisha was eagerly lapping it up while it was still between our lips. It may have been there only a few moments but it dented my ego significantly. Manisha showed no qualms as she continued sucking on his penis but now it was a few inches away from my mouth. She guided my hand to his testicles again and urged me to do what she had suggested earlier as well. His penis swelled to its original size in no time and I found her slobbering all over it, most of which landed on my mouth. She then leaned down and kissed me again, leaving his penis for a moment. My penis was having a tough time holding back, so I held her hand and urged her to stop before I could sputter in my underwear. Kishanchanji again pushed penis between our lips and this time she entertained him. His fat penis rested on my lips as she worshipped it to her hearts content. It was an utterly humiliating experience for me but neither of them showed any signs of excitement from the act itself. In fact, it didn't even seem as if they were doing it to humiliate me.

Finally, she kissed me once more after pushing him aside and said, "Honey are you ready to guide him in?" 

I nodded.

I sat up and looked at them cursorily, trying to evade eye contact with Kishanchanji. She laid back in my earlier position and held my hand dearly looking at me. Kishanchanji was on the other side; she stroked his penis delicately but her eyes were set on me. She then pulled down my pajamas with a little bit of effort and exposed my uncut penis for the first time in front of Kishanchanji. For once, both literally and figuratively I felt naked in front of me. She lovingly stroked my cock as she did for him. Her eyes were fixated on mine; perhaps she wanted to see if I was ready for the ordeal to ensue. She pulled back my foreskin to expose my penis in all its glory and rubbed the head with her thumb. She had a knack of doing this without causing too much of discomfort.

"Aren't they very different?" she quipped.

"Of course," goaded Kishanchanji.

"That one belongs to a young boy, while this belongs a man."

"Your's is so dark Kishanchanji," she said, looking at him.

"Not to worry - it releases only white seed," he said, giggling. Manisha smiled and looked at me once again.

"Honey," she said, slowly stroking my penis, "Kishanchanji has been dreaming of knocking your wife for a while now." 

She pulled both of us towards her mouth and then our penises were touching each others as Manisha's tongue titillated her.

"Quite a specimen, isn't it?" She asked rubbing the knob my head against. She was obviously referring to his and not mine. I also noticed my knob was perhaps half as wide as his and looking at the middle portion of his penis, it was more than twice as thick as mine.

"Wouldn't you have preferred this on your wedding night?"

I noticed Manisha blush. If this was role-play then she hadn't rehearsed it well; her response was genuine.

"You know the answer Kishanchanji," she responded playfully.

"Which is?"

"It only could have been termed as rape," she retorted.

"You mean to say you would not have liked it."

"Hmm..."

"I am saying I would not have wanted it."

"So, you would have liked it," he asked.

"Loved it," she responded teasingly.

"What about you Vinit?"

"Would have really wanted to see your wife make out with me on the wedding night?"

"What...." my voice trailed as I realized that I had to control my temper.

Manisha was now stroking my penis; perhaps encouraging me to be truthful. Kishanchanji's face was only a few inches away from mine and we were quite uncomfortably close to each other.

"The thought did occur to me," I added grudgingly.

"And?"

I didn't respond.

"It must be difficult for her to accommodate someone my size," he added with a smirk on his face.

"Come on, Kishanchanji," she responded, "you are not a porn hero besides I am not a petite woman."

"It could have been quite a different story though if you were to take Vinit's place on our wedding night."

"We could have been practically inseparable for a year or so."

"Honey," she said looking at me with sultry eyes, "why don't you prepare me while I prepare Kishanchanji for the grand finale."

Kishanchanji closed his eyes as Manisha started pleasuring him and I moved to my position between her legs, she too responded soon after. It was a very short episode as Kishanchanji quickly moved to his position between her legs. He had propped up her butt with the help of pillow to allow for maximum friction with his strokes and lined up his penis at the entrance. I had moved to her side in my original position looking at the spectacle that was about to start.

"Ah, honey," she said, pulling me with my pecker.

"You ought to help Kishanchanji. This is no ordinary reason why he is mounting your wife."

As I leaned forward reluctantly and held his penis between my thumb and index finger to guide it to the honey pot. She moved her hand from my pecker to my anus and probed it gently.

"Stroke it a little honey," she quipped, "given his age he needs a little bit of stimulation."

She increased the pressure as I tried hesitantly to provide him some stimulation.

"Come on Vinit," smirked Kishanchanji.

"You can do better than that," he said and forced my hand to grasp his pecker in my hand fully.

"Don't worry - I won't get any wrong ideas," he assured. In about a minute his pecker firmed up significantly and Manisha breached my sphincter muscles.

Finally, I lined up his penis against her opening but Kishanchanji was in no mood to push ahead yet. He waited there.

"Don't just wait there Vinit," he gently urged, "your wife needs to be ready as well."

"Rub it around the opening - women love that feeling."

I had already sensed that Manisha was lubricating quite heavily and there was absolutely no need for that titillation but I did as requested and heard the familiar sounds from Manisha again. Within a few moments I found Manisha lifting her bum to bridge the gap and trying to pull Kishanchanji in.

"Say it," said Kishanchanji as he teased her, pulling back in response to her urges.

"Come on Kishanchanji," she pleaded, her words shaky and her breath labored.

"Don't waste any time - make me yours - knock me up."

"You still haven't said it," he mockingly said.

She tentatively looked at me and I looked at her.

"Don't make me do that," she pleaded.

"You have to admit it," he said pushing her. She hesitated and looked at me again. He wasn't yielding and she was petrified to say what he wanted to hear from her. I knew he wanted her to plead to inseminate her but that she had already done.

She finally nodded and bit her lip. Finally, Kishanchanji pushed ever so lightly until the very tip of his penis went into the folds of her pussy. She tugged onto my penis and called me to come near her. Although my attention was riveted to the main spectacle but Manisha eyes conveyed me that she needed me. As I trundled back to her she pulled me to her and I knew that she wanted me to lie next to her.

"Hold me honey," she said, as I lay down next to her. 

"We are going to make a baby." She groaned as Kishanchanji thrust into her with mighty stroke. She started kissing me tenderly and within a few moments the magic was working.

"I am so proud of you," she said, "for letting Kishanchanji impregnate your wife." Her breathing was labored already. 

"I wish you had done this early," she said, looking into my eyes. It was a question not a remark.

"How early?" I asked.

"I wish Tushar was Kishanchanji's son," she said between her labored breathing and grunts. She had entered a trance like state that usually lasted a few fleeting moments during our session but here it just seemed that this was only the beginning. She once again moved her hand to my flaccid penis that lost erection. Her mouth was open and she was in a delirious state where all her attention was focused on the feelings emanating from her pussy.

"Wish you had let him take me on our wedding night," she added as she went down the rabbit hole. Now it was not a matter of titillation; it was an expression of her thoughts as they came. She was incapable of interfering due to the semi orgasmic state that she had entered.

Kishanchanji gathered tempo and now her grunts became louder and were perfectly synchronized with his strokes.

"Fuck me honey," she urged me, "Make me pregnant." She had made a sheath of her hand and urged me to screw her. This was affecting my ability to procrastinate my ejaculation and I tacitly conveyed this to by pushing her hand away but she didn't relent and urged me to continue whilst kissing me. A few moments later I tried that again and yet again she didn't relent. By now she was feverishly enjoying the session. Her lips were glued to mine and she was intensely kissing me.

Kishanchanji had been ploughing her for well over ten minutes now and she had perhaps touched her orgasm already but it just didn't seem that Kishanchanji was anywhere near his orgasm. Again, it just didn't seem his lack of ideal physique had anything to do with his performance in bed.

Manisha was tiring off and urged to change positions. 

"Take me from back, Kishanchanji," she exhaled, getting from her position.

"Let me taste it first," she said, as Kishanchanji stood up on the bed. She pulled him with her hands on his butt and sucked in his large penis that was dripping with their juices. She moved her hand to my pecker as I sat right next to her watching her bob her head on his penis trying to in vain to stuff that penis as thick as a baseball bat into her mouth. I played with her breasts staring at her lips that were muscling their way onto his penis that engorged with blood due to all the pumping.

She patted on his bum indicating that she was ready and let go of his penis and then in a sudden move turned to me and kissed me. It was wet and sloppy; she made me taste their combined juices without any inhibition. Kishanchanji asked her to get on all the fours.

"Oh no, Kishanchanji," she said.

"I want my husband to know," she said, "why it is you who is impregnating his wife and not him."

"Apart from the duration you can last," she added, "there is yet another thing that you excel at."

She adjusted the pillow and quickly lay astride it with her pelvis on top of it.

"I see," Kishanchanji understood.

"Check it out honey," she said, "he not only can put it inside in this position but also make me cum in no time."

"Vinit's slips out quite easily," she remarked to him.

And to my utter dismay the next ten minutes Kishanchanji fucked her for what seemed like a fuckathon. Manisha was completely crushed under his weight; despite his height, he outweighed Manisha by about 30 pounds. She screamed in ecstasy as each stroke of Kishanchanji launched her into uncharted territory with his penis quite certainly knocking on her cervix. And finally, she held onto his thigh as he ejaculated inside her with groaning loudly. Kishanchanji was lost in bliss but Manisha gave me a smile as she received his seed.

Kishanchanji collapsed on top of her. His whole body floppily resting on Manisha. It just seemed as if a slender Arabian horse was forced to be bred by a pony. As I had mentioned he was much overweight and despite Manisha's voluptuous frame he dwarfed her in girth but lengthwise Manisha was much taller. She patiently waited under him; in fact she urged him not to move. Eventually Kishanchanji rolled off; having ensured that sufficient of his semen made it home.

She requested me to find her pantie and then wearing it to protect the bedsheet from spots; she proceeded to clean his slimy penis of all the remnants. Kishanchanji didn't quite care for it but was glad that she did it without him requesting.

"Now go have fun with your husband," he said.

"Not here," he remarked, "and don't make any noise." 

She quickly turned off the light and held my hand and took me to our abode. Kishanchanji turned to the other side. Without saying anything in the dark, she found my lips with her hand and planted her lips on mine. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and transferred the slimy substance into my mouth without hesitation. She held to me lovingly while kissing me in a languid manner, making sure that I got a real taste for their juices.

She took about a minute or so and then whispered into my ear, "I am more than done for today."

"But, I want you to eat me," she added.

"Lap it up every single drop," she added in her teasing voice.

"Show me that you are glad a real stud has fucked your wife!"

She motioned me to climb the bed and after I was settled in my position. She climbed after me and without any further talk, she straddled my face and with a minor adjustment she lowered her pelvis right on top of me and then she smudged her pantie covered pussy on my mouth. The slimy substance had permeated through her pantie and by now the strong pungent odor didn't unnerve me. I parted my lips and she slid aside the gusset of her pantie to let it all drop into my mouth. It was thick and sticky and didn't easily drool into my mouth.

Manisha pulled out my pecker that was losing its erection and stroked it to perfection - within the next couple of minutes I ejaculated in her hand. She made sure that I did it all inside my underwear. It was a mess but I was glad that my pending frustration had been relieved.

Manisha finally lay aside me and lovingly whispered, "I love you."

"He must be extremely pleased with you," she continued.

"If only you had invited him to our bedroom on our wedding night, you wouldn't have to suffer from the humiliation he would throw at you."

"Is that the reason?" I blurted.

"Ssh..." she hushed me.

"Yes."

"He had been staking his alpha male claim," she answered, "but I wasn't quite ready back then."

"Now he knows that you won't challenge him ever," she said, "on this front."

"Are you happy though?" she asked.

"We pushed you a lot more than usual," she added in concerned tone.

"Don't worry," she assured, "this is a secret between us three."

"Is this only for the three years?" I asked. 

She didn't answer; her hand gently massaged my chest, particularly focusing on my nipples.

"What would you like?" she asked.

"I don't know," I answered.

"You have something on your mind."

"No."

"Think," she said pushing me.

"Are you going back to the vanilla lifestyle again?"

I didn't answer. But I thought, the answer was clear to both of us.

"What is on your mind?" I asked after a few moments of painful silence.

She shook her head, "nothing."

"You have planned this all over - you have master plan already."

She smiled.

"Physically I want to belong to Kishanchanji," she said, "but emotionally I don't want to be distanced from you."

"Kishanchanji wants me both physically and emotionally."

"And then Amirchanji desires me physically as well."

"All of this is not possible unless you accept a lesser role in our married life," she added after a brief pause.

"You don't want to have sex with me," I uttered in a dejected tone.

"Quite the contrary," she said, "I would like to have sex with you every night."

"It just that on certain nights I may be too tired to allow for penetrative sex," she said, "like today."

"And I want to sleep in your arms every night!"

"And Kishanchanji would be putting buns in your oven?" 

She giggled.

"He is trying hard," she whispered, "but there is no chance."

"What?" 

I was stunned by her admission.

"You are on pills?"

"Yes," she seethed.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"He doesn't know - this is a secret between us."

"You didn't want to get pregnant from him?" I said elated.

"I didnt' say that."

"Then?"

"It is complicated," she said.

"Why don't you sleep on it and we talk when get back," she said and slept in my arms. She headed back in the wee hours in the morning to her other (primary) husband and to my dismay I found her encouraging him for a fuck session again. Kishanchanji wasn't very eager but finally did let her have her way. This time she rode him in cowgirl position and there for the last few minutes Kishanchanji fucked her again. She saw me watching them quietly and after finishing her last act, which was cleaning up his penis, she returned back to me. Once again, she nonchalantly planted her lips on mine and expected me to part my lips and welcome her tongue. Kishanchanji wasn't paying any attention to us was quite possibly already dozing off.

She ensured my face was smudged with their juices once more and then whispered, "there is more of it down there."

"And guess what," she added, "after you are done, you can screw your wife."

And then there was a repeat of what happened earlier with much pleasant ending for me. It took me a little longer this time around due to my earlier ejaculation and her dilated pussy.

to be contd...



Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor Ch. 10



Story continued due to the encouragement I have been receiving over several years. I would encourage fellow readers to try alternative, parallel development of this story on their own if the beauty and beast subject excites them.

The story contains very strong elements of humiliation, and cuckolding. Please stop if this offends you. You have been warned.

*****

The second day was pretty eventful. Manisha formally introduced Kishanchanji to our sexual lives. There was little hidden between the three of us now. We three had seen each other naked and also in the act of making love; or as Kishanchanji would have put it - in the act of having sex. Manisha vibrant as she was the previous evening and repeated her morning routine. They both stepped out for their morning breakfast, leaving me to take care of Tushar. 

Most of the morning they were by themselves, enjoying their honeymoon. Manisha met me briefly around lunch time, when I asked her to meet me alone so we could talk. With Kishanchanji around, we had no privacy and couldn't share our concerns or excitement. We decided to meet later that afternoon. She didn't want us to be seen together on the ship as she was Kishanchanji's wife during that period.

She met me soon after the afternoon interlude with her new husband. The usual routine of me eating her freshly fucked pussy ensued. When I tried to mount her later, she resisted. She pushed me back when I tried to ignore her attempts to stop me. She held my face firmly and said, "Honey, you should not betray Kishanchanji's trust in us?"

"He let us be together knowing that you wont take advantage of it."

"You are taking this too seriously," I retorted.

"Yes, I am," she shot back.

"If it wasn't for my conscious efforts," she seethed, "Kishanchanji would have already fathered Tushar."

"What are you talking about?" 

"Yes, he may very well had taken my virginity, had I not been slick."

I shook my head. All of this was a shock. I knew that he tried his luck but didn't realize that there was much more to it.

"Honey," she said in a concerned tone, "Kishanchanji has manhandled your wife much earlier than you think."

"if it weren't for myself and his daughter Mamta, you would have been cuckolded long ago."

"Perhaps within the first few months of our marriage."

"Then what was the talk about not pursuing you hard enough?" I blurted.

She smirked.

"Kishanchanji is quite often right about you."

"What?"

"You are an imbecile," she uttered in frustration.

"Honey I need to understand what is going on?"

"No," she retorted, "you just need to have faith in our relationship."

"But I need to get some idea about what is going on?"

"No," she retorted.

"You need to have faith in your wife."

"But," I interrupted.

"No buts."

"Your days of negotiating with your wife and others are over," she said curtly.

"You ought to accept that your wife is the property of Kishanchanji and Amirchanji."

"And there isn't much you can do about it," she said and added, "not now."

"What do you mean?"

"Henceforth, it would be Kishanchanji's will in the bedroom and perhaps Amirchanji's."

"Yours would be a distant third."

"Honey aren't you stretching a little too far?"

"Not really - unless you have forgotten what we have been through in the past couple of days," she said, looking straight into my eyes.

"Why are you insisting on some of the despicable things that until recently I couldn't even imagine?"

"For the very same reason you would want your young and beautiful wife fucked by an ugly, fat, old bastard!"

She said it emphatically but there was a chuckle that she couldn't contain. I stole a smile as well.

"Seriously, why?" I pushed her.

"Look it is complicated," she started.

"No one can understand what has been transpiring under our roof - the sane people may not even believe it."

"Yet this is the reality."

"You have certain perversions that you wanted us to enact and we did it."

"Similarly, I have some that we are enacting."

"But Manisha, some of the stuff is not something that I can withstand," I countered.

"Yet you endured most of it last night," she retorted.

"It is difficult," she said, "no doubt but we can endure it if we get something in return that gives us a lot of satisfaction."

"What satisfaction?"

"You are incorrigible," she said teasingly.

"You want to hear it," she said, "don't you?"

"It's like verbal foreplay for you!"

The little bit of anger that had built up in us had dissipated and we were warming up once again. Fortunately, Manisha and I never had any kind of major disagreements and as I had mentioned several times previously, it was difficult for me to change her mind once she had decided on something important that was important for her. Similarly, there were a few things were Manisha would give me more than my share of choice.

She kissed me again in an attempt to make out with me again. We were half-naked and rolled in the bed again. Unlike a few minutes ago, where her attention was mostly focused on her pleasure, this time, she focused on my pleasure and made out with me the way she would do on those aggressive nights. She pushed her hand inside into my trousers that was never done during our earlier interlude. However, this time around, she flayed upon the button in a flash and groped my my flaccid penis. And then she kissed me. There was something sublime about her kissing. We always loved kissing and kissed quite often but something had changed in her demeanor towards it, ever since Kishanchanji entered our lives.

While I found her to show a strange fervor for kissing with Kishanchanji and had witnessed her in action several times. A few times without her knowledge, so knew that she really loved kissing him. She had also admitted that although she had a revulsion for him and couldn't comprehend kissing him ever, she never let any opportunity slip by once she embraced him fully. Looking back the statistics of the kisses she had in a regular day simply stump us. During the period of our marriage without Kishanchanji, we would kiss about two or three times in a day in a non sexual manner. And the kissing in sexual manner would mostly happen in the bedroom and even then it was restricted to the foreplay activities. I would still think that we kissed far more than an average Indian couple during the first few years of marriage. Apart from our tremendous physical attraction for each other, we also took good care of our bodies, which meant having a bath before heading to bed on most evenings. This also was accompanied by our clinical breaths that turned both of us off. We never spoke about it explicitly but knew that the kisses during those sessions were not as deep nor as long.

Although, we both showed an aversion for unhygienic conditions, we rarely let each other know about it explicitly. Instead, it was tacitly conveyed to the partner and sure enough a change would happen the following evening. This confidence in each other instilled a willingness to entertain each other in any condition. This is how I learned that I liked eating Manisha's stale pussy. Now, this is not to be confused with a creampie. It is the state of pussy between 12 hours and 24 hours after bath. Anything longer than that usually has a strong stench and shorter than that doesn't quite have the delicate aroma or taste that I longed for. On the kissing front, I more or less preferred a cleaner breath; not the clinical breath that you get after rinsing with a mouthwash or brushing your teeth. However, I would by lying if I said that I shunned away from kissing her just because of her poor breath. It would be extremely unlikely for her to have one as she was too finicky about it and secondly my urge would usually be much stronger.

Manisha on the other hand always preferred me in more or less clean state. Hence, her acceptance of Kishanchanji's unhygienic ways leave me often with a gnawing feeling. She disliked the strong pee smell and avoided fellating me during the times when she was unsure about my state. But that was never an issue with him; not that I am complaining.

Anyway, coming back to the kissing. Manisha's kissing activities had practically quadrupled. 

Her kissing would be languid often at times when we explored other aspects of our body. Our intention would be to lengthen it as much as we could by keeping our lips glued but exploring our bodies alternately. And quite often her hand would move to my pecker and would gently stroke it. My pecker was gaining back its proportions again.

"Don't you love this?" she asked, between her kisses. Her lips gently touching mine as she puckered her lips.

"Why do you ask for anything more?" 

"Wouldn't these and the lips below suffice for you?"

"Kishanchanji is annoyed due to your encroachment," she added.

"When did I insist?" I complained.

"Then I argued with for nothing?" 

"Anyway," she said, "I want to be connected to you but we may have to curtail our errant tendencies."

"What tendencies?"

"Your urge to fornicate with me."

"That's normal."

"Yes but not with Kishanchanji's wife," she retorted.

Sudden change of heart confused me. Yesterday she was marshalling my cause and today she was doing the exact opposite. This wasn't the Manisha I fell in love with but I would openly admit that this Manisha aroused me sexually far more than the younger, innocent one. They may have discussed and Kishanchanji may still have reservations about me mating with her especially when she is trying to conceive from him.

"He doesn't like it," she said, "but is willing to tolerate it in moderation."

"What do you expect from your other husband then?" I asked. There was more a sense of frustration than mockery in that but Manisha brushed it aside and said, "you need to learn that you can't have your way anymore."

"Why does Kishanchanji have such a problem?" I blurted.

"He is boning you most of the time anyway."

"Yes but he doesn't want anyone else doing the same - not when he is trying to sow his seeds?"

"You mean to say after you are pregnant we can resume our normal life?"

"No."

"He would devise other ways to limit your sexual time."

"It is just his way to make sure that I belong to him," she clarified.

"Which I do, right?" 

"But?"

She interrupted me saying, "don't waver on this - the bus has left the station already."

"Remember," she said, "you agreed to a life free of inhibitions."

"You are playing second fiddle from now on," she said, sealing my lips with her kiss. The kiss was intense and deep whilst she wickedly played with my pecker. Instead of stroking it - perhaps to avoid ejaculation - she would bend it all the way down, even beyond the point where it would cause pain. And then her hands would touch my balls; massaging them and squeezing them a little harder than usual.

"If you listen very carefully," she said, breaking the intense kiss, "we can have the best period of our sexual lives in the next few years."

"And I am confident that this would bring no material harm to our lives."

"Here are the rules..."

"Rule No 1. Henceforth, I am Kishanchanji's wife. He is my primary husband and his needs far outweigh yours."

"Rule No 2. Sexually I belong to him. Your main purpose is to facilitate and encourage our sexual relationship."

"Rule No 3. Our sexual activity would be restricted to oral sex with infrequent but reasonable episodes of intercourse."

She didn't give me a chance to react and after tidying up herself stepped out of the room. I was left there to wonder; how drastically my life changed. Of all her Rule's the 2nd' and 3rd bothered me the most and primarily because it seriously curtailed our sexual activity. All the while I was thinking, Manisha didn't have the potential to be perfect wife from one of those perverse stories but little did I realize that she could easily put them to shame with her dastardly stipulations.

There were moments where I suspected Manisha's commitment to our marriage and me as her husband. And in a conventional sense, this may seem like a stupid pondering but I knew there was more than what met the eye. It wasn't as if I didn't desire some of these qualities in her; I did and that's why I had pestered her to have an affair. Although, I was unnerved about her choice and resented her for it to some extent, I can say for sure that with him she would have most satisfying sex-filled years.

I stepped out with Tushar again when I got a message from one of the boys their that someone wanted to speak to me. It was an phone call that was not very common on the ship and hence they had special rooms for it. It was Mamta. I was surprised to hear from her but she wanted to talk to me urgently; since the call would be expensive, she asked me to get online. That too was expensive but I agreed.

We started the chat. I was sitting in the quiet corner of an empty internet room. 

Mamta said, "your wife is turning out to be much smarter than I thought."

"Why what happened?"

"She is double crossing my father by bringing in Amirchanji as well into the equation."

"Why do you say that?"

"She had agreed to get pregnant right away but I know that she has seen the doctor to start her pills."

"Our agreement was that we would start an affair with you right away."

"Both me and Malini."

"You all are insane," I slammed on the keyboard.

Firstly, it was always difficult for me to understand women and secondly it was doubly difficult to talk to a woman who can't observe decorum in a relationship. After all, how much did I know for her to talk like that, I thought. But then I had already slept with her twice.

"Perhaps," she said.

"But if you don't rein in your wife then you will surely become insane."

"Why?"

"Kishanchanji and Amirchanji hate each other - what would happen if they had to quarrel over a young damsel?"

"A damsel who surely is not in any kind of distress!"

"She has to belong to only one - and that can only be Kishanchanji - now."

"What do you want me to do?" I asked.

"1. Hide the bottle of her pills."

"2. Have no sex with her until she gets pregnant."

"You can have oral sex but avoid penetrative sex."

"Strange," I said.

"Why is oral sex okay and penetrative sex not okay?"

"Aren't they all sex after all?"

"It is complicated," she wrote.

"Just do what I say."

"Penetrative sex creates an effect that is very conducive for conceiving."

"Apart from the fact that it is required to conceive, it makes it easier for the woman to conceive."

"Oral sex is more placating - especially for a woman who has other partners already."

"It would be difficult for me to make the pills bottle disappear," I wrote.

"Do whatever it takes," she wrote back.

"We need to make sure that she gets pregnant. Pregnancy would rein in some of her sexual hunger and hopefully she will realize that living with two men is insane already; there is no point bringing in another."

"Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Remember, this is only the first one," she said.

"We need at least two."

"Why stop at two - your father is able enough to keep her pregnant all her twenties."

"She has got these crazy ideas about using her body to expand your business."

"It is stupidity. It doesn't work that way."

"Everyone would only use you."

"Malini is waiting for your return - we can start right away."

"Although there isn't much hope the second month after delivering a child but you can try your luck."

"Are you serious?"

"Her husband is henpecked anyway - he wouldn't even know."

"But only one - no more."

"Sure?"

"Yes."

"Mamta thanks for your generous offer - but we should not rush."

"Look," she said, "Manisha would become a whore if you don't push this issue right now."

"No, I am talking about Malini and me."

"Oh..."

"We should think this through," I wrote.

"Don't worry - it will take a while for you to sow your seeds."

"Firstly it is her body that would not allow and secondly it is you ;)," she wrote with a smiley at the end.

"Mamta this seems too sudden," I interrupted

"Shouldn't we all take a breather?"

"Think this through first?"

"What is there to think?"

"Your wife has slept with my father and may soon sleep with Amirchanji and if that weren't enough she may sleep with ten other of your business associates."

"Do you want a scandal?"

"No."

"Look it is hard to understand but I have been in touch with Manisha for past few years and I am confident that she is not the innocent girl you think she is."

"I know and you have played a part in corrupting her."

"Not quite."

"She was wetting at the prospect of making out with my father for sometime."

"I only helped her in feeling comfortable with that urge."

"That's not I heard from her."

"As I said, don't take everything at face value."

"What about you?"

"I am direct - there is no beating around the bush."

"I might not know what went through her mind but my recollection of various incidents is spot on."

"I want you to share everything you know."

"And then I will try everything from my end to lock her down to Kishanchanji for a little while."

"Although I don't think, I will be able to contain her for long."

"Yes, I know."

"But this first pregnancy should do a world of good."

"It started very early - the very first time she met my father in your house."

"He was so sexually aroused after meeting her that he just resolved to have your wife as his mistress."

"Don't ask why."

"Your wife is way too pretty for someone like him to resist."

"My father has had a history of prowling on a women."

"You don't want to know how many women he forced his will on."

"And how many of them showed up the next time and the next until they were satiated."

"Yes. Manisha told me about it."

"The very first time; he made sure she had no doubt in her mind about his intentions."

"During the next few meets, he continued this approach."

"Our father was very close to you and your family, so she couldn't do much."

"Did she talk to you?"

"Yes."

"I told her to keep calm and avoid him. He won't force you but will not easily back out as well."

"I advised her to talk to you but also warned her that this may escalate the situation too soon."

"Deep down I didn't think Manisha would fall for him but i knew that if she wavered even a little he would sweep her off her feet."

"All she had to do was fend him off forcefully."

"You are saying she didn't do that?"

"She did but her will was not strong enough."

"I think, she kept on wavering - she didn't think this was right but somehow her body also loved the feeling of being pursued by another potent male."

"And on the fateful day," she wrote, "I saved you from losing your wife altogether."

"Was it on our wedding night?"

"Evening?"

"Yes."

"Both Malini and myself were at your home all the time along with her."

"We told her to not be alone even for one moment until the grand finale with you."

"But she played stupid or smart, whichever way you want to see it."

"Once he had managed to hug her from behind when she was alone in the downstairs bedroom looking for something."

"Everyone was in the living room."

"My presence stopped it immediately."

"Really?"

"But she was already decked up by then and what was she doing there?"

"You may not like it but strangely, I feel she was giving him opportunities."

"She was completely decked and my father had felt her quite well by the time I interrupted."

"What did she say latter?"

"She thanked me profusely."

"But her flushed face and labored breath confirmed that she was sexually aroused."

"Why wouldn't it?"

"That whole week she had been waiting for this evening. Her body had been preparing her for it."




Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor Ch. 10



"We avoided most of that evening my father effectively and then late in the night; just about fifteen-twenty minutes before we were to let you into your master bedroom, if you remember," she wrote.

"Manisha went upstairs to use the bathroom."

"Everyone was busy but my eyes were on her."

"I noticed my lecherous father head upstairs soon after that."

"My will weakened somehow then - on one hand I was really happy that my father was enjoying charms of a younger woman and strangely I started believing that Manisha would not resist him and on the other hand this was a scandal that I knew would destroy your marriage."

"What did you do?"

"Nothing, I sat there wondering. And my heart paced rapidly with his each step."

"I had an option to stop him completely but that could have antagonized him a lot."

"So, I thought if Manisha resisted him then I would help her but if she didn't then I would let him enjoy her a little."

"What happened?"

"Hold your breath."

"When I entered the bedroom, I saw a sight that both scared me and mesmerized me."

"He had pinned her against the bathroom door and was necking her; her hands were pushing against his chest but there was hardly any resistance."

"She was melting in his arms."

"Was there any distance between them?"

"None at all."

"How long were they together?"

"Not sure - but must have been 3-4 minutes - 5 minutes top."

"Was she really kissing him?"

"No."

"She was avoiding his lips but that is how it always starts."

"There was passion, hunger in her response and yet the same time a sense of helplessness."

"It didn't seem like a rape then?"

"No. Much like non consensual sex."

"Did he kiss her?"

"Of course yes."

"The moment he squeezed her right breast, she yielded to his lips."

"He ravished her lips for what seemed like an eternity."

"Did she kiss him back."

"Yes but not as much as you want to think."

"Her lips were parted?"

"Does that surprise you?"

"He had his tongue probing her mouth for several minutes."

"You stood there and watched?"

"I was helpless."

"When did you exactly head upstairs?"

"Actually, almost immediately after he entered the room."

"He didn't bolt the door?"

"Strange - but he was worried about the implications of doing that."

"So, I didn't leave it to chance and tiptoed behind him and stood by the door that was left ajar."

"Did your father knew?"

"I don't think so."

"And then?"

"Well Manisha was in the bathroom and when she came out she simply froze after seeing him in her room."

"Did she scream?"

"Are you kidding?"

"She was shocked - he took her in his arms and planted kisses on her neck."

"She tried to evade but didn't try very hard."

"Within moments she was pushed against the bathroom door and the furious kissing ensued."

"His hand moved to her breast and her reaction was explosive - she parted her lips and welcomed his kiss."

"You did not intervene?"

"No - not immediately."

"After about five minutes, I made my presence felt but first I bolted the door."

"And?"

"Well they were caught in the act - Manisha was petrified but my father didn't care much."

"He asked me to leave but I didn't."

"He changed his positions and now was holding her in gentlemanly way in his arms but was still kissing her neck."

"Manisha stood there?"

"Yes in his arms," she wrote, "can you believe it?"

"His hands were practically on her bum and her body completely glued to his."

"And given how tall she is, there is no way a kiss was possible without her willingness."

"And yet their lips were glued."

"What happened next?"

"He admonished me for spoiling his party but Manisha was relieved, although a little disheveled."

"What happened next?"

"You should know - it was your wedding night."

"Given this background - is there anything that stands out in your mind about that night?"

"Nothing," I wrote. But in retrospect there were a few things that stood out. Firstly, she was incredibly hot and receptive. Secondly, she had minimal inhibitions considering that she was a virgin. Thirdly, she didn't stop at one session that night. In a very subtle manner, she pursued me thrice that night. Not that I wasn't keen; the second time it was my initiative and the early morning session was mostly hers.

"Really?"

"Yes it was the usual," I answered.

"Did you talk to her after that?"

"Not that evening."

"But after you folks returned from your honeymoon."

"What happened then?"

"Well, I explained it to her that she was heading down a dangerous path."

"If she wanted to keep her marriage intact then she distance my father."

"And she did to a very large extent."

"But the real reason why nothing happened until now is because I forced my father to make a promise."

"What?"

"To forget about her?"

"No - that was not possible."

"It is naive to expect that."

"What was it then?"

"I made him promise that he wouldn't force himself on her."

"If she voluntarily wanted an affair with him then it was fine but no coercion."

"You asked him to seduce my wife?"

"Hello?"

"There wasn't anything left to seduce," she wrote.

"It was the only way I could stop him."

"All your wife had to do was just have control on herself - or perhaps you should have done a better job in the bedroom."

"What happened next then?"

"My father kept his word. He tried very hard to charm Manisha all these years."

"You never advised Manisha to pursue her affair with him again?"

"I did."

"But not until after about three years of marriage."

"Nothing happened in all those years?"

"Not something that I know."

"Although my father had been romancing her and Manisha was warming up to him."

"When did you advise her and why?"

"When we spoke after the honeymoon, I told her that my father was interested in her and hence she would have to do everything to keep away from him."

"But added that he wasn't a bad person and was quite an adept lover."

"She wouldn't be disappointed if she did take him as her lover if she ever wanted to."

"That's all?"

"Yes."

"You never shared gory details about your father's previous affairs?"

"I did to substantiate my claim."

"And when did you finally agree on this latest proposal?"

"She started changing her mind after she got pregnant and finally she started getting serious after Tushar's birth."

"She didn't want to go behind your back and not sure what was going between you but she seemed to be more confident about starting her affair with him."

"And how did the pregnancy thing come about?"

"That was Manisha's desire."

"Aren't you making this up?"

"Not really."

"We encouraged her by agreeing to the deal of taking care of you in return."

"But she didn't want an ordinary affair - she wanted something truly extraordinary."

"That's in a nutshell."

"Now go back and just convince Manisha to be his wife."

Manisha had shared with me most of the these things but didn't share the gory details. I wasn't sure if there was much to the story and if she was trying to hide something insidious. It was not a difficult decision for me. It was clear that Manisha had to be only Kishanchanji's wife. Amirchanji could only play a cursory role in our lives. This is how I had preferred right from the beginning; her having one dedicated long term lover.

That evening I strolled the ship alone leaving Tushar with her. Kishanchanji too was out alone. The more I thought the clearer the picture emerged; I really wanted her to belong to only Kishanchanji. It also made sense keeping the practical issues in mind. However, why was I thinking that Mamta was on my side. Manisha may have hidden a few things but I surely didn't think she could do something as insidious as Mamta implied. I was perhaps reading too much in to her statements. I returned back to the cabin a little later. It was only about 7:00pm. The sun was setting and I thought that both Kishanchanji and Manisha might have stepped out already to romance each other again.

It was a surprise to find them in the cabin after I returned. Manisha was feeding Tushar on the bed while Kishanchanji was in the balcony sipping on his scotch. He called me out while Manish lay there. Giving me bottle of juice; since he knew that I hardly drank much and avoided liquor most of the times. The sea was quite calm and it wasn't as cold as we thought it would be.

He spoke to me, "Vinit do you have any apprehensions of me impregnating your wife?"

I was stunned with his direct approach. I shot a look at Manisha again but she was busy with Tushar facing away from both of us. The slanting rays of sun illuminated our cabin. But the most important sight lay right in front of my eyes. Manisha was wearing a skimpy, semi-transparent, short dress that barely came up to her thigh. The off white, pinkish colored lingerie adorned her skin very well. Her legs and thighs looked slender and shapely at the same time. Her top was a small garb that you could tie together at the waist and perhaps button up with a floral hemming. She tied back her black, thick hair in a big knot, which exposed her slender neck as well.

"Look Vinit," he said, putting his hand around my shoulder and pulling me in so that I squarely faced Manisha. She was of course oblivious to what was happening on the other side.

"Let me be honest. Your wife is the most beautiful and loving woman I have known personally."

"I am deeply obliged for honoring me with a right to mate with your wife and more importantly to inseminate her."

"I am an old codger and have experienced several fine women during my younger days."

I was a little surprised by the tone of his dialogue. It wasn't the usual garrulous, dominant Kishanchanji but rather the kind of elderly person you would always look up to.

"Really, I mean it."

"About fifteen-twenty women," he said.

"Five or six of them were fine women from very well regarded families."

"However, only one or two were under the age of thirty and that too barely under thirty," he added.

"About three or four were my long term lovers - I mean for about four or five years," he continued.

"And," he chuckled, "I must have impregnated two or three of them."

"I can't be certain about the third one - but I might have impregnated the second woman twice."

"Honestly - no one knows and not a single soul suspects."

"Did they do it on purpose?" I asked.

"No..." he said shaking his head. 

"Such things are never planned they just happen."

"Although - I really think the second one's husband knew everything and perhaps encouraged her - but one can never be sure."

"Anyway, I don't want to gloat about my conquests."

"The point is," he said, bringing me closer and pointing towards Manisha, "she is not only the finest but also the hottest woman I have known."

"She is not the kind of woman who would settle for ordinary lovers."

"I don't mean to insult you but such is life."

"Having affairs is something that comes very naturally to her."

"What exactly are you saying?" I interrupted.

"That if it hadn't been me, it may very well have been Amirchanji."

"You know that she has the hots for him too, right?" 

I shook my head. 

"Anyway," he continued, "her libido is incredible - do you know how many times we did it on our first night?"

"We were awake practically that whole night having sex."

"Coming back to the point," he continued, "you can't contain a woman like Manisha."

"She is bound to err - one way or another."

"And men are always on the prowl for such women!"

"All I want is abundant love and sex; there is nothing for you to fear from me."

"We started with three years but seriously do you think you alone can do justice to her beauty?"

"I mean look at her - isn't she gorgeous?"

"This is a mother of one child and look at her shape?"

"Show me an Indian woman who takes care of her body that well?"

Hearing all the talk; I felt Kishanchanji had gulped his glass of scotch already. 

"There aren't many who can boast of such a long dong who you can trust," he added, cheekily, goading over his majestic equipment.

"And here is the thing - he said facing me now."

"I have amassed enormous amount of wealth with no heir to pass it on."

"My daughters want me to get married again and settle down - but I am too old for that stuff."

"Here is a beautiful young wife who is willing to offer me everything that I would have wished from my prospective wife."

"Why do I have to look elsewhere?"

"And Vinit," he continued, "let me be honest with you; my heart won't be content with just one."

"I can assure you neither would she be."

"You know how I can tell that?" he whispered.

"That flimsy thing," he said pointing to his penis, "that is supposed to protect?"

"She wanted none of that."

"Kishanchanji are you saying that you weren't pushing your luck?"

"I wouldn't say that."

"But honestly do you think anything can happen without her desire?"

"Look," he said, "Manisha is getting too involved with all the stuff about Amirchanji."

"Bringing him into this equation - at this juncture would unnecessarily complicate things."

"You were suggesting that though, right?"

"You can't be serious - why would I want to share her with him?"

"If she enters the family way soon then it would put a rest to his thoughts for a little while."

"And then what?"

"What?"

"I mean after she delivers our child."

"Well her maternal instincts would take over and her desire for sex would subside a little."

"Do you think so?"

"If it doesn't I would gear up for the next one."

"Don't get me wrong," he responded when I had a puzzled look, "Manisha is all for it."

"It's getting cold," he said and headed back into our room.

My elderly neighbor lay next to my wife as she breastfed our son. I moved to the other side of the room, cleaning up the bed and tidying the room up. It was getting darker, so I turned on the light on the far end that left both of them in a little bit of darkness, or at least so they thought but the faint light, highlighted Manisha' voluptuous figure. I realized that her top wasn't to be buttoned down; instead it had laces that could be tied together. Her brassiered inside, seemed like the regular one that made breastfeeding easier. Both her globes were perfectly exposed, the bottom one only partially exposed as Tushar was sucking on it but the other one looked much bigger and droopy. I looked at her pink areolas that had turned deepish red after her pregnancy and childbirth but her nipples still remained a little smaller than what is expected on breastfeeding mothers. In their unrestrained state they resembled more of a longish mango that is very popular in India. It was puffy and filled with milk; very well shaped with no marks on her skin. Quite surprisingly her breasts looked a little bigger and puffier to me in that state. Not sure if my mind was playing any games or her body was already mixing Kishanchanji's seed with her eggs.

When the thought of her pregnancy hit me, I immediately looked for her her purse where she kept that bottle of pills. It wasn't there but then I realized that she had transferred to Tushar's medicine bag. Did Manisha purposely hide it away from Kishanchanji's prying eyes? Was he pestering her to get rid of the pills? These thoughts crossed my mind. I quickly opened the bottle to see if she had used them at all and to my dismay it still had the tamper proof seal. Did she really intend to use it or was she simply playing another game? Yet I noticed that this had lead to a stiff erection realizing that she was in the process of making baby with her primary husband. All the talk of Mamta about trying to persuade was simply a ploy, I wondered. I wasn't sure; it was certainly complex. Having realized that, I was happy that she would not stray beyond Kishanchanji.

My eyes moved back to the scene in front of me. Kishanchanji was nuzzling into Manisha and Manisha was enjoying his sensuous foreplay. He was whispering something into her ear while kissing her earlobes delicately. She pursued her lips and exhaled in response to his ministrations. Her quickened breath gave away that she was getting excited by his overture. Kishanchanji pulled aside her exposing her top and her upper torso. Her left breast was fully visible now along with her slender waist and flat tummy. As the sun set behind, the bedside light illuminated more of her body and I noticed that her body had practically no signs of having borne a child. This was from a distance of about ten feet. Kishanchanji's dark hand with his stubby fingers lay across her milky waist now. The stark contrast between their complexions was intoxicating. Neither Manisha nor Kishanchanji bothered about my presence; I was practically invisible for them.

He was whispering something again into her ear and she looked at him and pursed her lips to offer a kiss. Kishanchanji gently caressed her tummy and moved his hand to her breast. She tried to elbow his hand out but Kishanchanji managed to land his index finger on her nipple. He made circular motions with his finger around her nipple. Manisha shut her eyes and surrendered to the sensations, I thought but she soon mouthed, "What are you doing?" in an effort to avoid saying anything. Perhaps they realized my presence.

Kishanchanji continued to titillate her by gently stroking her body, mostly spending his time on her sensitive nipples. With only a few moments, Manisha had returned to point of no return. She twisted her neck sideways and offered her quivering lips for his kiss. Kishanchanji had unbuttoned his shirt and his oversized belly was clinging to her back now. He was practically draped around Manisha as her twisted torso embraced his body with her upper leg parting to allow his left leg to cross her right leg and ensuring a perfect alignment of their crotches. Again it was a sight to behold as Manisha's left hand went behind his butt to hold him close to her while she swapped saliva with him. She gently caressed his tongue with hers as their breathes collided. I didn't think Manisha would engage in such a kiss with Kishanchanji as it leaves you exposed to your partner's breath completely. Unless you can tolerate their breath you can't prolong the kiss. But then I had underestimated her passion for him several times already.

Apart from the contrast of their complexion, another thing that stood out was the difference in their bodies. Manisha was only twenty-three and on top of that she had kept herself in amazing shape despite having borne Tushar. On the other Kishanchanji was an elderly man with receding hairline, greying temples, with an oversized belly that boasted plenty of hair . The hair on his chest had already started greying. Another important feature of Kishanchanji were his sagging chest and resembled more like breasts but for the presence of hair. In short, the age difference between them was strikingly visible. Kishanchanji stood only 5'1" or 5"2" while Manisha was about 4 or 5 inches taller than him. Manisha was a little shy of her ideal weight while Kishanchanji was about twenty or twenty-five pounds overweight and hence the combination looked quite interesting. If I were to use the animalistic imagery, it seemed more like a young cow in her puberty was brought to be inseminated by the overfed and overweight mighty alpha bull. The contrast in the weights is sometimes measured in multiples and not percentages. It was always interesting to me having seen some of those younger cows; their slits looked so tight and tiny that it almost seemed impossible for anything but your fingers to make way. And then their frail weight always made you question the possibility of them taking the weight of an oversized bull for the duration of the penetration. Its surprising how nature always finds a way to make the copulation possible and fruitful.




Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor Ch. 10



That sight mesmerized me and made me wonder why we were bargaining for more than what life was giving us already. Did we really need that advantage over my partner or business allies to do better in business? If it was only to extend our business then that wasn't very alluring to me. True, the sexual aspect of that always excited both of us but in reality it is always safer when you restrict the number of people to one or two.

Kishanchanji's hand moved inside her pantie and cupped her vagina. She exhaled audibly as his fingers traced her lips.

My mind pondered about the pills that were still in my hand and then it occurred to me. Whether or not she had them or not, I decided to hide it away. Tushar had dozed off mostly, based on Manisha' actions. She pulled off her teat from his lips and arranging herself scooted aside from him and turned to face Kishanchanji. Now her lips welcomed his with complete abandon. I stepped toward the bed and lifted Tushar to bring him back to his bed. Laying him in the lower bunk and providing him adequate protection and turning off the light on that corner, I moved towards them. 

Kishanchanji was laying on his back while Manisha lay on his side with her leg across his thighs. She was kissing him like there was no tomorrow. Her hand was busy caressing his body and especially his chest. I found her hand several times squeeze his chest; just the way a man would squeeze a woman's breast. It was an interesting sight as Manisha rarely did this with me. I kneeled forward and helped remove her top that was uselessly covering her upper torso; her breasts were rubbing against his body anyway. The brassiere was already untied and came off readily. She was completely naked above her waist and looked tempting to say the least. She helped Kishanchanji remove his shirt as well.

I proceeded to slowly pull down her pantie and she aided me in getting rid of that as well. Manisha was now completely naked in front of us. She wasn't quite this naked the previous night, although that difference was only of technical nature. Manisha slid down and started kissing his chest. She soon homed in on his right teat. She suckled on it the way Tushar suckled on hers. Kishanchanji was obviously enjoying the experience. As I carefully watched her actions, I noticed her to grab his nipples between her teeth several times. She succeeded only a few times and when she did it lead to a moan from Kishanchanji.

I laid down next to her and started kissing her bum. She didn't pay any attention to me but moved her thigh higher over Kishanchanji's body, providing me a better access to her opening. But it was not that easy to wedge my head inside to lick her cunt. Perhaps she wanted me to lick her backside. I had done this more than a few times but never in front of Kishanchanji besides I wasn't sure if she was clean. However, I kissed and moved closer to the opening. There was no kind of smell as she seemed to have taken a bath after their afternoon interlude. Without any further encouragement, I snaked my tongue out into the tight crevice. Manisha fidgeted and soon I found her hand on my hand encouraging me to continue it.

On the northern end, Manisha continued pleasuring Kishanchanji by playing with his nipples. Time stood still as we pleasured each other lovers. I no longer considered myself as Manisha's lover; if at all I was her first husband and it seemed very likely an unworthy one. Manisha not only showed fascination for him sexually but also showed emotional attachment. After what seemed like a while Manisha moved up and continued her kissing again. I found her hand traveling into his pajama and tried to free his equipment.. His pajama was soon bunched around his ankles within no time. Manisha then held his flaccid penis that already looked quite thick. She held it from the base and and squeezed it, in an attempt to stimulate it. I perhaps have mentioned this several times already but was obliged to stare at his marvelous equipment and describe it. Just as described in the previous episode about half of his penis was showing with Manisha's hand wrapped around it, holding it from the base. That is quite a substantial statement for an Indian male. As explained Manisha was not a petite woman; true to her Sindhi genes. However, it was always Kishanchanji's girth that appealed to me.

"Why Kishanchanji?"

"Why?" she asked.

"Why didn't you push your luck on our wedding night?"

"I didn't want a wife going behind husband's back."

"This is better," he said lifting his head to look at me.

"This is it," she said, looking at me, "this is the one that gave me so much pleasure that I could only dream of in past four years of our marriage."

"It just seems like an injustice," she said, "that you weren't allowed to cover your mare."

"Come on honey?"

"See it."

"You saw it pleasure your wife last night."

I reluctantly lifted me face up and lay it on her thigh. Not realizing that it brought my face perilously close to his specimen. 

"Touch his sacs - that was produced the abundant semen that was leaking through my pussy and you tasted it on my lips."

Manisha's verbal foreplay was getting uncomfortable but I had endure it to ensure that they don't derive any pleasure from it. I didn't think this kind of humiliation would last longer than a few sessions. Quite suddenly Manisha twisted her waist, in the process bringing my face on top of his pelvis and in no time Manisha used his penis as paint brush and painted his precum on my lips.

"Inhale the aroma honey," she said, "that is how a real man's smells."

"And this is what we expect on an alpha bull!"

"It's okay, honey," she urged me, "lick it."

It wasn't as if I hadn't felt this close to his penis last night. I tentatively flicked my tongue across his peehole. It was obscenely salty and it was clear that he hadn't washed it at all the whole day.

"That's it," she goaded.

"This has provided immense pleasure to your wife; the least you could do is bob your head over it a few times."

And then I found Kishanchanji's hand pushing my head. His knob pursed my lips and I found myself licking his pee hole just the way Manisha did. It was in my mouth about a fleeting ten-fifteen seconds but that was enough for it to put me in my place for the rest of the life.

She pushed me aside and said, "Come on honey, prepare me for him."

She scooted further down to fellate him herself while splaying her legs for me. Her pussy was already lubricating and didn't need any preparation but I licked her lips to pleasure her. She gave him a masterly blow job for quite some time again.

A brief look at the watch confirmed that we approached an hour already and again they hadn't even started the intercourse. Unlike the previous night, she didn't have thoughts of extending it for long. She flipped around and straddled my face. I thought, Kishanchanji would get a blow job standing up but when came around to my side, I was a little worried. Wasn't sure if Kishanchanji had any gay tendencies. Fortunately, nothing of that sort happened but the inevitable did happen as Manisha straddled my face and leaned forward. Kishanchanji positioned himself behind her and pushed his penis inside her pussy.

Unlike, the other times where Manisha would sensually moan in response to his action, she just let out an audible grunt as he pushed it in more than halfway into her. Sometimes even such a small gesture can convey a lot. While we all love the sensual moans as a reaction to such an initiation, in reality these are only exaggerated to give the audience a little pleasure. Quite often, that's how a real women reacts to such an onslaught. For instance, after Tushar's birth, I couldn't practically ever give her such an groan, no matter how hard I pushed her into. The only time I was successful when she was in awkward position and I tried to push into her much earlier than expected. In that position I could barely see much as it got dark outside and both Manisha and Kishanchanji had pretty much blocked light. My other sensory organs, however, were in overdrive. The pristine clean smell of Manisha was mixed with pungent and rather unclean smell of Kishanchanji's equipment. My ears could catch every tiny little voice of hers and I could truly understand the pleasure Kishanchanji was giving. I supplemented that divine pleasure with my tongue on her clit and the result was starkly evident. Within only a few strokes she shuddered and came down crashing on my lips. With that Kishanchanji's large sacs were rubbing on on my chin and the pungent odor directly found its way into me. It was one thing to be alarmed that my wife was entertaining him in such unhygienic state and quite another when you find her openly admitting her liking to accept him in that state.

Manisha was constantly leaking juices during the whole episode, drop by drop, it kept on dripping on my mouth and nose. Kishanchanji kept on alternating the tempo between rapid strokes and long and deep strokes. When she couldn't tolerate my attention on her clit, she would adjust her position so that I would lick more on the sides of her pussy, thereby having to make very good contact with his penis, which by now I had gotten used to.

Several times during the fucking, I saw Manisha stand up all the way on her knees while Kishanchanji held her from behind and continued pushing his penis deep into her. She would turn her face and kiss him and practically groan into his mouth with his each thrust. When she was not kissing, she would drop her face down, taking in the complete feeling of that with me down and licking at her clit and he thrusting from behind. I may have missed it the last evening but the pleasure was all over her face. It was so evident that by the fact that not once did she notice me laying under her in that awkward position while I kept on looking up at her. She consumed with the mixture of pain and pleasure. I couldn't be sure but it seemed that he was already fucking her for about ten minutes.

She got back to her normal position and then would pull forward every now and then until whole of his penis would come out and drop on my face. Kishanchanji adroitly used those opportunities to smear their juices on my lips generously by rubbing it on my lips. Neither of us had any gay tendencies and it just seemed their way of ensuring that I stayed in my place.

They were pretty tired in that position and made haste. Manisha was already delirious by the time Kishanchanji decided to escalate it further. His hard pushes and Manisha's incoherent state made it difficult for me as she transferred more of her weight on me and that made breathing a little difficult. Fortunately, Manisha was aware of this and provided reprieve every now and then. Eventually, with a huge grunt he unloaded into her. The perverse pleasure of feeling it pulsate wildly inside her pussy caused me to reach out to my pecker. He pulled her back once again to kiss her and she obliged, although that only meant that spurt after spurt that had been ejected deep into her womb would make its way back down now. 

They lovingly hugged each other and kissed as the mixture of their juices started trickling down. Despite having made with Manisha several times in a day, his semen continued to be thicker than ever; a sign of his virility. This also made it difficult for it to descend down immediately. In fact, apart from Manisha's juices, I didn't taste much until, Kishanchanji disengaged from her. Even when they disengaged, she continued kissing him, essentially holding him in the same position with the only difference now that his flaccid penis rested on my face, which his knob resting across my lips, ending on my chin. And this is when Manisha pushed me past the limits. Her hand held his pecker from back and rubbed it against her pussy before shoving down towards my lips. I knew this was coming. She pushed the knob directly on my lips and rubbed it to spread their juices on my lips. It was already inundated with their juices, but getting it directly from the source is quite another thing. Her other hand came from front to massage his exposed knob and her fingers gently probed my lips. With one hand she guided it into my mouth and with the other she encouraged me to part my lips. I had walked so much down the rabbit hole that retreat seemed a distant possibility. My tongue moved up and gently flicked her fingers, which gave her a signal that I was ready and then she shoved into my mouth. The bitter substance dulled my taste as I kept slurping it with my tongue. Manisha stroked his penis, guiding even the very last drop into my mouth. Most of his substance was up her snatch and within a few moments, she let go of his penis and let him come around to feed his penis into her mouth. She placed her pussy squarely on top of my lips and let gravity help down his seed.

It was quite a sight to watch his flaccid yet thick like a sausage cock bounce around in her hands as she licked every part of it to clean his cum. She spent a minute or so and by then his semen found its way into my mouth but it was still clinging to her outer lips and I had to flick my tongue to get it down. When I tried to suck on her clit in between she pushed me back and made me focus on her lower lips. She had no intention of intensifying her experience anymore. I was worried that Kishanchanji would disengage from her and she would continue to ride my face until I had completely cleaned up. However, Kishanchanji had other intentions; after she had cleaned him up completely, he turned around and presented his bum. She tentatively gave few brief kisses on his bum but that didn't satisfy him and then she gave a few wet kisses on his bum. When he persisted; she tried evading his request for a little while by spending her time touching his bum and kneading it. Enough of perfunctory acts were performed but that didn't dislodge him from that position. I might be imagining this but it was quite evident that she wasn't willing to lick his anal opening yet. Although, she had said earlier that she wouldn't hesitate. Perhaps she was hesitating because she was already satiated. Regardless, when my tongue flicked across her clit, she shuddered and instead of pushing me aside she experienced the feeling. That only encouraged me do it a few more times and soon enough it intoxicated her and she shed her inhibitions. Her tongue darted into the dark black hole. Moans from Kishanchanji confirmed that her tongue was at the right spot and she was doing what he expected her to do. I also found her rock back and forth her hips in an effort to increase the friction with my tongue. A little by little more and more of his semen dropped down and my mouth and nose was smeared with the slimy, white liquid. As time progressed, Manisha's languid actions were turning into active ones and she tried to pleasure him to the fullest extent. It worked. Kishanchanji complemented with words and sometimes with his moans. While it did seem like a long while but she rimmed him for about five minutes or so and this was after they both had climaxed.

Kishanchanji left us alone to take a shower in the bathroom and Manisha asked me to lay on the bed properly. She laid next to me and started kissing me. Her hand found my pecker once again and she started stroking it for what it was worth. She cleaned up the slimy liquid from my face and kissed me deeply. By now, I was past my reservations and didn't mind her perverse actions. Realizing that I may not be able to hold it for long, she slowed down the tempo and mouthed the words, "Thank you!"

"He is mighty happy with you." 

Her hand moved southwards and her finger probed my anal opening. I wondered if she would give me the same treatment.

"Do you want him to try this hole?" she whispered gently. 

"What?" 

I was stunned at what she was suggesting. She laughed and said, "Not yours mine."

"Didn't you try it already?" I asked puzzled.

"NO."

"He is too big," she said.

"I didn't think you could all of this," she continued.

"Well, I can't," retorted.

"Doesn't seem like, though."

"Your friend called to speak to me," I quipped.

"Who?"

"Guess who?"

"Who could call you on a cruise ship?" she asked.

"Mamta."

She didn't say much but there was differently some concern in her eyes but she still asked me, "Why?"

"She was suggesting that I stop you from becoming too adventurous."

She had a puzzled look on her face, so I clarified, "She wants you to be only with Kishanchanji and don't try your luck with other men."

"You shouldn't pay much attention to her."

"But she is sensible," I countered.

"She wants us to be tied down to only one person - who is twice my age."

"Honey, she is suggesting that you should consider getting pregnant by him."

"I never refused to that," she countered.

"This bound to happen and just a matter of time."

"But that doesn't mean we can't expand our little club to include other folks."

"Amirchanji, you mean?"

"Yes and perhaps some others."

"We need to be careful as the more folks we involve the worse it can get," I gently whispered.

"So, you want me to be solely his mistress?" she asked. Looking at me surprised by my suggestion. I nodded.

"You understand the consequences, right?"

"It would be better than what you have in mind," I retorted.

"And how do you plan to manage Amirchanji?" she asked.

"Not sure. Let's see."

"If it comes to that you can always attend to him after you are pregnant."

"She surely has brainwashed you," she quipped as her hand and again started stroking my penis.

"You never told me - what did you think of her?"

"She is good," I said, somewhat embarrassed. She looked at me and waited for me to say more.

"She isn't as pretty as you but I like her." Manisha smiled.

"Oh BTW, she also told me about you and Kishanchanji - what happened from the first time."

Manisha held her breath, the moment she heard this. There was some irritation on her face but mostly it was surprise. She didn't expect it from Mamta I thought. Right around the time Kishanchanji stepped out and she whispered, "Let's not talk about it now."

She continued the act while kissing me in the dark after Kishanchanji switched out the lights. She made no haste and played with me for another ten minutes before I ejaculated. She sent me away and I reluctantly left the two on their bed and headed back to my bunker after cleaning up. I couldn't sleep as the thoughts of what was hidden from me bothered me but I was relieved too in some ways knowing that there was no way she was going to have her period next month. It took about another half-hour or so and just when I was dozing off, I noticed that Kishanchanji was making out with her again. The lights were off but I knew that he took her to yet another climax in a matter of half-hour. I had not much interest after having spent earlier but my admiration for Kishanchanji only grew. The old bastard mounted her once again for what I thought was another half-hour in the early morning.

He dozed off soon after that episode again but Manisha sauntered to my bunk and woke me up with her sloppy kisses. She was smelling like shit with all the semen and ugly morning breath but that didn't stop her from pushing her tongue into my foul mouth again. Although, I was spent for the night, her sexual state got me going within a few minutes. Her hand crept into my pajamas and stroked my cock furiously. She kissed me passionately and I forgot everything nasty about our situation and indulged her instead. She was smoking hot as she explored every corner of my mouth while her hand toyed with my penis and sacs.

"I love you my little cuckold," she whispered into my ear. 

Now this was not the first time she used this word but certainly wasn't the first time where she used it lovingly and confidently. It seemed to me that she was a little drunk but as far as I knew she never touched alcohol but her demeanor that night conveyed otherwise.