les histoires de chrislebo

Manisha was sound a***** 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 a***** 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 ***** 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 ********** 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 ******** 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 ***," 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 ******* 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 ********* 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 ****** 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 ****** 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 ******** 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 *****. I shouldn't have any objection though, since that triggered their affair. Her talk now reminded me how much a male of species guards 'his' female in her fertile period ensuring that nobody else gets to mate with her.

Manisha emphasized how skillful Kishanchanji was in grabbing the moment. I wondered if he could sense that Manisha was in heat – would that have mattered to him? I really wondered how he must have arranged to be back in our house after moving me to our bedroom. Both Manisha and Kishanchanji had changed by the time I had woken up. Did Manisha invite him for a coffee or did he get himself invited?

Bringing myself to earlier thread, Amirchanji and Kishanchanji were contrasting characters – only similarity was their business acumen. I wondered what Manisha found attractive in each of them.

"Manisha," I broached up the topic, "Amirchanji and Kishanchanji are so very different and it is not clear to me what you find attractive about them?" I put forward innocently.

"I never realized that," she said

"Good that you asked. Let me think about it."

"I found both of them to be very focused," she said

"Means?"

"I mean both were interested in me and pursued me relentlessly," she clarified.

"More importantly, both of them had the knack to deal with women," she tactfully added.

"But those are the similarities?" I retorted.

"Their behaviors were very different. While Kishanchanji was a lecher and did things surreptitiously Amirchanji had certain haughtiness and preferred to be straightforward.

"Amirchanji had tremendous confidence. He made me feel desirable but never went overboard.

"Kishanchanji on the other hand always took an additional step to make me feel prized.

"Both of them seemed to be domineering kind but Kishanchanji was a bit smarter at achieving his objectives. He was willing to make concessions to meet his objectives. Amirchanji on the other hand wanted total supremacy and didn't budge from his stance."

She was spot on with her final sentence. That was the key difference between Kishanchanji and Amirchanji. With her thorough analysis, I wondered what it would be for Manisha to experience Amirchanji on the side. I was getting a bit greedy now and wanted to perhaps see both of them having sex with Manisha. Made me wonder if she could handle the attention of three people? Although, Manisha had opted for these two people from a practical perspective, I wondered if she found anyone more attractive in particular.

"Looks wise who do you find more attractive?" I asked her, an obvious question.

"Each of them is attractive in their own way," she replied to my utter surprise.

"Amirchanji is obviously attractive," she justified

"He is tall with a lean structure for his age and gifted with sharp features and fair complexion."

"Kishanchanji on the other hand is a sharp contrast!" she stated the obvious.

"Nevertheless, his dark skin has an appeal that I find difficult, if not impossible, to resist.

"The prospect of letting this short, stocky figure mount you would send a chill through the spine of any beautiful woman," she said contradicting herself.

"Yet it is the same forbidden thought that I find irresistible!"

"So, it is the stark contrast of complexion that arouses you," I asked inquisitively. Incidentally, I too found the stark contrast in their complexions quite arousing. Her rosy pink lips just inches away from his dark purple monster were an incredible sight.

"It is not just his dark complexion."

"Beautiful women are not supposed to be having sex with such a despicable looking man," she said.

"It is the thought of letting such a man mate with you in an extramarital affair did it for me!" she said in-between her labored breathing.

"And that too in the middle of my fertile period," she added further hitting right on the head of nail.

"So, you find Kishanchanji more attractive than Amirchanji," I said putting things together, brushing aside her remarks of being in the middle of fertile period. Somehow, I was not very comfortable with discussing this thing with her now. As more information became available, I wondered if it made any sense to even broach up the subject so early. More importantly, it seemed that I would be on the loosing end anyway. Again, if she had already made up her mind then there was no point hiding from it either, so I just thought of continuing it.

"I find the thought of having sex with Kishanchanji forbidden," she said clarifying, "Otherwise, Amirchanji is more attractive and had Kishanchanji been attractive like him, I would have opted for Amirchanji."

"I wonder how you could manage to kiss Kishanchanji if you find him so despicable?"

"That is what makes it so exciting. Letting a despicable lecher suck nectar from my rosy lips."

"I guess the sucking is both ways," I said hinting towards the involvement of both parties in a kiss.

"That is what a kiss is all about, isn't it?"

"Don't you find putting your tongue in his mouth disgusting? Not to mention him putting his tongue in your mouth."

"Both are the same – a process of exchanging saliva!"

"I still wonder how you could kiss that foul-breathed bastard!"

"Ekes!" she screamed.

"How could you imagine such a disgusting thing?" she shot at me.

"His breath is fine!"

"Not as fresh as yours but not so bad to put me off."

"You serious?"

"Of course!"

"What do you think?"

"I can't imagine having sex with someone whom I can't kiss."

"Moreover, I found him to be well-groomed and presentable since past couple of months."

"A change brought in him, perhaps, by the hope of nailing me in the near future."

"Isn't it surprising that both of them are much older for you though?" I asked her changing the topic.

"I never thought about it but subconsciously I have preferred older men, I guess."

"Why?"

"Older men, specially in the range of 40's are much secure and experienced."

"They are wiser and know how to please a woman in bed."

I found her line of though a bit out of the ordinary and said, "I thought younger men were better in the sex department – more virile, with a strong sex drive."

"Hmm... true but they are amateurs!"

"Also, I am not too convinced about sex drive thing," she said rejecting my hypothesis.

"Why?"

"I feel both Amirchanji and Kishanchanji have a strong sex drive even now."

"How do you know?"

"Never underestimate a woman's instincts!" she said emphatically.

"It wasn't hard to guess that Kishanchanji's drive was still strong."

"After ******** 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 *** 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 rea*** 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 ****** 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.

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 ****** 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 ***** 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 ********** 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 ****** 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 ********?"

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

"You got me wrong!" he said

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You better believe it!" he said very confidently.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But do remember that would be an end to our relationship," he further added. Although, the sentence sounded like an ultimatum but the tone wasn't intimidating at all.

"Can't we do it in the afternoon?" she said perhaps wanting to buy some time and the reasoned, "I am not even dressed for it."

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

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

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

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

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

"You got the ring?" she asked.

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

"Yes," he said ignoring the coldness in her voice.

"Two of them?"

"No. Just one for you."

"What about you?"

"I don't need to. It is the women who wear to show that they are already taken."

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

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

"That means you are accepting the proposal?"

"YES" she let out in her breathlessness.

"You are already wearing the gift?" Kishanchanji asked the obvious.

"YES. Now come on don't waste time," she sounded almost short of breath.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kishanchanji played the dual role of ****** 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 ******* me to cleanup after their intercourse? Although, I kind of guessed it that I was cleaning up remnants of their sexual encounter, I wasn't 100% sure.

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

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

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

"No. That's it!" he happily responded.

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

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

"Shut up!"

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

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

"You need to accept the third condition."

"I do!" was her response to Kishanchanji's relief.

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

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

What puzzled me most were his second and third conditions. Recollecting one of the conversations about me going down on her after he had sex with her confirmed why he insisted on the third condition. It seems he harbored secret thoughts of humiliating husbands of the wives he screwed and definitely derived pride in enlisting wives services in achieving that goal. Now, I wasn't averse to this notion of making up with my wife after she has sex with another man. In fact, I had specifically made a point to choose stories that described such acts in all its glory. Was it a surprise then that the women in those stories showed fascination for their lover's semen? And not surprisingly, umpteen number of such women end up getting pregnant from their lovers, all the while ensuring that their husbands used condoms or weren't allowed intercourse during the fertile period. It seemed inevitable - her carrying his *****. 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 ***. 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 ***** 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 ********* 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."

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 ************* 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 ******. 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 ******** - 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 *****," 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 ***** 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 ******."

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 ****** your wife. No, it would be because she would consciously allow him such an opportunity.

Some of this may sadden you but I believe honesty is important. My love for you has only increased in all these years; so this is not a reflection on our relationship but simply your wife's irrational fascination with K. Your wife has fantasized over a zillion times of having to spend her first night after wedding with him, offering him her virginity.

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

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

What now?

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

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

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

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

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

As explained earlier, K had struck a chord in me much before even we started contemplating on our sexual fantasies. This was evident to everyone around us, except you. You only thought of him as a lecherous, elderly neighbor. His *********, however, knew K treated me extra specially and were aware of his fascination with me. In the third year of our marriage, his elder ********, M, shared about her ******* 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 ******* love for me, she started sharing gory details about K's adventurous lifestyle before her ****** 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 ****** and how frequently they visited their place without any reason. Often she would overhear the moans of the women as her ****** 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 *********.

When I became pregnant with Tushar, she said had I been more considerate for K a few months back, he would have ******ed our *****. 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 **********. She cautioned, however, to get started on birth control as her ****** 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 ******ing our *****. 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 *****. 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, ***** 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 ***** with no near relatives. In fact, we considered our friends to be our relatives as that's the set of people we interacted with often. We were fairly affluent, although our business had been struggling for a year or so. So, financial stability was not much of concern for both of us. Yes, we didn't want to squander what we had and definitely wanted to build on what we already had. On the sex front, we had liberated ourselves from the shackles of a conventional society. It was evident to both of us for the next foreseeable future Kishanchanji could visit us and spend intimate moments with Manisha without causing an iota of complication to our lives, at least not externally. Manisha's confession that she would have succumbed to him sooner or later took away some of my guilt. After all, I lead her down this path but with her admission, perhaps she wasn't a reluctant victim either. As I thought about it methodically, I realized that what bothered me the most was the fact that Kishanchanji would know that I was cuckold. Yet, it was clear that he already knew about it. If I furthered this, then it also bothered me that he would be aware of my tacit approval while impregnating Manisha. However, societal compulsions were of least concern as Manisha was shrewd woman and she had already contemplated on the consequences.

Manisha's fascination with him and her confession about the cravings left little doubt in my mind that she intensely desired sex with him and it wasn't just for recreation but also for procreation. Kishanchanji was old but Manisha was very young, if we indeed did contemplate on accepting the proposal she may deliver another baby in about a year's time frame. It was clear if we did want to pursue "Choice 6" then we shouldn't delay it any further.

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

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

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

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

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

"Aren't you ready?" I blurted.

"For the dinner - yes," she said, "but not for the occasion."

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

"Don't spoil my saree," she said in her stern voice.

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

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

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

"Let's go," she said, holding my hand.

"I need to get ready," I complained.

"For what?"

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

"No."

"Then you are ready for the occasion."

"It is K's and my anniversary if you remember," she added

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

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 ****** of my ********."

"Did you say ********?" 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 ****** 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 *********** 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 ****** 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."

"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 ******** a ***** 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.

"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 **********, 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 **** 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 *********** 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 ********* 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."

"You should also not indulge in any other affairs during this period," she added.

"Hmm..." he thought for a few moments.

"Actually, there is one issue here - my two ********* have been pressurizing me to get married again," he said, "and they have been setting me up with these elderly ladies who have not much interest in anything but playing cards and gossiping."

Manisha chuckled; I too laughed realizing how a middle aged woman could quench his desire.

"We need to let them in on the secret."

"What?" I intruded.

"That is no way to keep a secret."

It was dark in the car so there wasn't much they could convey non verbally.

"They are smart girls," Kishanchanji assured, "and this isn't completely unusual for them. They know their ****** has had a taste for adventure."

Manisha added, "may be it isn't such a bad idea but they would have to swear not to share it with their husbands."

"Absolutely - besides which ******** would want to put up with such a ******-in-law?"

I exhaled in frustration as Manisha kept on acceding to each of his demands. Little did I realize that she perhaps didn't have much of an option. Perhaps his ********* already knew about it.

"I am quite sure they would approve," added Kishanchanji.

"This is obviously an education for Vinit," she started.

"Hence, the emphasis is to maximize the opportunities to control his jealousy," she said.

"Aah..." Kishanchanji interjected, irritatedly, "scratch that - it sounds too pristine."

"Vinit having wedded such a beautiful wife and as an owner of a fledgling business has to learn," he started, looking at both of us.

"to rein in his jealous streak and adapt to this lifestyle."

My heart sank as I heard Kishanchanji meting out verbal *********** with impunity.

"And hence this period has been chosen to help Vinit adapt to the new lifestyle that is supposed to bring prosperity to your lives but more importantly help Vinit educate about his rightful place in your married life."

He nodded her to continue with the rules that she was about to lay out.

She started after brief hesitation, "Manisha shall be primarily Kishanchanji's wife during this period."

"Essentially," added Kishanchanji, "she shall only approach Kishanchanji to quench her physical needs and only reciprocate to his overtures."

"Wait a minute," I intruded.

"Hold on," Manisha intervened, shutting me out.

"However," Kishanchanji continued, "knowing that such harsh conditions are unsustainable Manisha may indulge Vinit at her discretion after having fulfilled her duties towards her primary husband."

"Such indulgence," clarified Manisha, "shall not involve any form of penetrative sex."

"Except," she added, before I could object, "the two days when Vinit is entitled to spend the nights with me."

"And even on those nights," Kishanchanji added reiterating the point he had made earlier, "Manisha shall seek to first fulfill her duties towards her primary husband."

"As a token of appreciation," continued Manisha, "to allow penetrative sex during this period, Vinit shall always use a condom preserving the right of the primary husband to ejaculate in his wife."

"What about the special occasions?" I asked mockingly. They perhaps missed my tone in the heat of their dialogue and Manisha promptly added, "the special occasions are exclusively reserved for the primary husband under all circumstances."

"If deemed necessary," she clarified, "the secondary husband shall arrange for it that the occasions don't get diluted due to sundry family affairs."

"That should summarize it right?" she asked him. Her voice clearly betraying her demure and calculated state.

"There is one little thing about the time period itself," he responded, hesitantly.

"Does it have to be only two years?" Manisha chuckled.

"Kishanchanji," she quickly retorted, "don't push your luck."

"This is as good as it gets!"

"Okay - if you insist then I shall not waste any opportunity," he said, leaning forward to kiss her. She held back and glanced at me to see my response.

"Vinit do you approve?" she asked. I wasn't clear about what she was asking as she had made it clear before the discussion that it was our understanding.

"Kishanchanji has been like a ****** figure to you - do you really mind if he overstayed his welcome?"

"As I recollect," she answered it herself, "he didn't object to the duration," she said, "but it is only responsible of us to utilize these privileges judiciously."

"As part of our mutual understanding," she continued, "Vinit agreed to offer you more than your share of the relationship with me and I shall see to it that I give you the very best."

"We can always visit this question later on - if it is in the best interest of our marriage to continue this any further."

"Now then," she said confidently, "if you could please drive Kishanchanji and me home."

"Do take the internal streets and drive carefully," she added, "as I don't see Kishanchanji waiting to reach home."

"Actually," he countered her, "I really want to reach home quickly." I started the car as Kishanchanji scooted next to her. He kissed her lovingly and so did she. There was certain chemistry in their love that I had apparently missed all these days and even the emotional intimacy that she shared with him was far too insulting to me. They whispered to each other quietly, the road noise made it difficult for me to eavesdrop on them. It hardly took any time for us to head back as the traffic had eased considerably.

Manisha said, "Vinit, Kishanchanji just confided that he had fantasized about taking my virginity on our wedding night."

"Such an interesting notion, right?" she asked teasingly.

I didn't respond but my deepest fears were coming true. Kishanchanji would know how servile I was when it came to sex. The day didn't seem far where he would know that all of this was transpiring due to my persistence. Yet, I knew that not talking was perhaps the right approach; unless that is the only approach left.

"So, Kishanchanji how far back does your fascination for me date?" she asked. Obviously it was her attempt to make me aware of what may have transpired in the past.

"Well," he responded hesitantly, "to be honest from the very first moment we met."

"I should have guessed," she promptly replied, "the way you shook hands and the way you caressed my waist."

As my mind raced back to the days when I may have introduced her. It was hazy; probably a nondescript event. Yet, Manisha's comment implied that she may have had misgivings about their first meeting. Manisha have been a few months shy of her 19th birthday; soon after that we got married. The age difference between them sent shivers down my spine. Although, she didn't ask the follow up question - when did she start fancying him - it did crop in my mind.

"Vinit," she said looking at me, "I think we should make this a special event for Kishanchanji."

"There are a few things up there in our bedroom," she said, "could you please go and do the needful?"

"What?"

"It's a surprise," she seethed, "you can figure it out - we want to make it a memorable experience for Kishanchanji."

Reluctantly, I headed out but then Manisha called me again, "Oh honey, could you please open the door for us?"

Her little requests were annoying me - yet at the very same time I knew that they caused a painfully stiff erection.

Stepping into the house, she turned to Kishanchanji and looked at him proudly.

"KIshanchanji from today I am your wife," she exhaled.

"However, just for this night," she seethed, "I would rather have you think that I am Vinit's wife and that this is our very first night together."

She smiled and motioned me to move upstairs to finish the chore she had asked me to do. I tiptoed upstairs not looking at either of them. Entering the bedroom, I noticed that it was well made; the bed had brand new sheets. The room itself was clutter free. By the dressing table, I saw a few items which I inspected. Looking at them it was clear what she really wanted me to do.

She wanted me to make the bed for them. Spread the rose petals on the bed; sprinkle the perfume she had included it on the bed. Essentially mimic the night she wanted to relive. Strangely, the thought stirred my loins again. Manisha was pushing all the right buttons and her little plan had turned out to be a roaring success so far.

I did the needful and stepped out quickly. They were waiting for me in the living room. Manisha requested him to go ahead and waited for him to climb the stairs. She looked at me sensuously, her sultry eyes conveyed the passion. She grabbed my hand and lead me to the kitchen. Pushing me against the wall she kissed my neck but avoided my lips.

Looking at me crossly, she said, "This is the end of your life as the man of this house."

"Like an obedient husband, you chose the alpha male to lead your family and to screw your wife."

"Just in case you have any doubts," she said sternly, "this is not stopping."

"Your disgusting, old neighbor is going to make love to your wife every night and help expand your family."

Manisha was obstinate when it came to certain things. Once she made her mind it was usually difficult to convince her to do otherwise. And over the years, I have also learned the look she gave me when she implied not to mess with her. It was a unique characteristic that she used to her advantage with the men in her life.

She moved in calculatedly and whispered into my ear, "if you haven't realized I am in fertile period."

"Kishanchanji and I would be making a baby tonight."

"Honey," she quipped, "show me your approval by preparing my cunt for him."

It took hardly any time for me to make up my mind and comply with her request. Strangely, I really didn't want this to end. I wanted Kishanchanji to be ******** in our bedroom with her on a regular basis but I also wanted her to take care of me on a regular basis. In retrospect, I do feel there is a certain charm to ***** with your unfaithful wife as you caress and explore her defiled body. Hug her tummy that is nurturing someone else's seed. Manisha didn't quite deny me this pleasure but she certainly put a high price tag on this.

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 ***** 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 ********. 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 ******* and Kishanchanji's complexion. She of course had pretty features just like her ****** 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 ****** 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 ******* 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 ****** 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 ****** 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 ******."

"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 ****** 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 ****** 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 ****** 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 ****** 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 ******."

"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 ****** 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 ********** 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 ******** 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 ***** 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 ******* breasts for about half hour was blissfully a*****. 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 *******, 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.

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 ****** 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 *********** 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 ********!"

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

"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 ****** 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 ****."

"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."

"That *********** 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 ******* during their pregnancy itself."

"And you would make sure that I continue to ******* 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 ********** 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 ****," 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 ****** 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 ***," 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 ***** 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 ****** 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 *********** 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 ***** 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 ***** 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.