My wife is a very attractive woman; she is fair and stands around 5' 3" with a slender body. She has an amazing figure even after delivering a child; although her breasts are a tad big for her frame. She is a highly desirable woman but somehow that never translated into excitement in the bedroom. I thought, maybe she was interested in other young men, so I started leaving her alone with other men on some pretext or another but nothing ever happened. I could see the men's lust filled eyes pop out but that had no effect on her.
Then one day, something happened accidentally. It was six months after she gave birth to our first son. We were visiting our relatives on the occasion of a wedding. They had made sleeping arrangements in a public hall but my wife wasn't comfortable and hence the other side (her close friend was a relative from the other side) offered us a small room at the far corner of the hall. The only catch was that her friend's parents would be sharing the room with us. It was a small room perhaps 7x8 with a door at one end of the room. At night, everyone was tired with the festivities and we heard people snoring hard in the main hall as we walked towards the room and were so relieved that the room was empty and we didn't have to tolerate the snoring people. She admonished me as I made an attempt to make love to her that night; after a few repeated attempts she pushed my hand away and went to the restroom. After coming back from the restroom, she slept on the other side of our baby instead of sleeping right next to me. It was a clear indication that she was not in the mood.
She was closer to the door and the light emanating from outside faintly illuminated the room. I could see my wife's figure as a silhouette. The floor was covered with mattresses and perhaps she was already on the mattress that was meant for her friends parents. She ended up on the other side as I moved onto her side with clear intention to make love to her. None of us gave any thought to it since it was nearing 1:00 am. I finally saw my wife's breasts heave rhythmically squashing my hopes of any action that night.
I woke up a little later, from the sounds of her clinging bangles. As I slowly opened my eyes and adjusted to the sight in front of me, I noticed that my wife was sleeping on her side facing me; her breathing seemed to be a little labored. I saw her a few times throw her hand back; it took me a little while to realize that perhaps there was a man who was trying to molest her. I froze instantly and then had the thought of getting up and beating that man to pulp. Still, I wasn't sure, so thought of confirming it before getting up. She threw his hand back a few more times and then eventually, I heard her seeth, a clear sound of frustration. I knew that she would now get up and push him aside. Things went awfully quiet for the next few minutes; it was so quiet, I doubted if anything was happening at all.
As my eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, I started noticing the minute details and could clearly see that there was a hand wrapped around my wife's waist and seemed to be caressing her naked belly. Her comforter was gone; her body was stiff; even her toes were pointing downwards clearly indicating that she was worked up. My own penis was stiff like a rock and for the first time I understood that my wife reacting in such a manner to another man's touch was sexually exciting to me. Now I was curious to see how far she would go.
The man slowly pulled her "pallu" (the part of the Saree that covers a woman's breasts) away. Usually, at the time of sleeping her breasts are semi-exposed as she feeds our baby several times throughout the night. Just when I thought it would get interesting, our baby woke up and cried for her attention. She separated from the man and picked our child to breastfeed him. She was close to me now and didn't think much would happen but as the man tugged on her shoulder, I noticed her hesitate briefly before moving back to her original position, picking up our little one. She covered herself with the comforter again and this time I noticed the man behind her sneak inside as well.
Moments later her blouse was completely unbuttoned and as our son was feeding on one of the tits, the other was fondled by the man behind her. She was listless but didn't discourage him. The man behind her gained in confidence as he twiddled her nipple between his thumb and index finger. He started kissing on her neck slowly; she started softly moaning in response. My penis was leaking precum now; I knew that fireworks were in order.
As precious moments passed, I noticed that my wife leaned back against him while this man continued to kiss her neck and cheeks. She seethed in pain as the man roughly played with her breasts. I was surprised that she had thrown caution to the wind and seemed to not care if I woke up or not; after all I was only sleeping only a few feet away from her. Don't know when but I noticed him kiss her on the mouth and she didn't seem to mind. Usually with me she avoided kissing on the lips and very sparingly allowed me to put my tongue into her mouth. As our son fell asleep, she slowly turned towards him and offered her lips fully. That's when I noticed that the man was huge and could easily overwhelm my petite wife. In no time, he was on top of her; my wife eagerly spread her legs and kissed him voraciously completely ignoring my presence. She let out a guttural moan as he bottomed inside her. I saw her push back on him and for a moment I felt that perhaps she felt guilty but as she seethed in pain, I understood that it was physical. My wife who had given birth to a child only six months ago was struggling to accommodate this man. The more she pushed back, the more this man wanted to assert his dominion over her and he started furiously stroking her. Her resistance waned away within a few strokes; she moaned audibly and seemed to be lost in her orgasm. Only after a minute or so, I noticed her cling to him and holding him inside her with all her might. She had orgasmed!
My wife encouraged him by kissing him aggressively; something she never did with me. Having taken her to the heights of her orgasm so early, he settled into a leisurely rhythm and continued ploughing her. Her legs were bent and she lovingly held him and kissed him passionately. The man was built like a tank; perhaps weighed twice as much as my wife but he was bringing out the slut in her that I longed to see. Even if I had woken up at that moment they would have continued with their episode disregarding me.
Unfortunately for me, this man turned out to be a real stallion and knew how to pleasure women. He stroked for perhaps ten minutes when they both showed signs of climaxing. He deposited his semen inside her as she once again held him tightly.
They quietly separated and moved to their respective places. I dozed off soon after that as well. But somewhere in the middle of the night I woke up again as my wife stepped out of the room; perhaps she was heading to the restroom. I noticed the man was sitting on the mattress very close to where my wife was sleeping. He seemed to be stroking his cock, perhaps wanted to have round 2 or was just done with it. I didn't know.
My wife returned after a few moments and then carefully pulling the door towards, she sat next to him again. It had become darker but fortunately, the door adjusted to a neutral position and let more light in. As the light illuminated the room, I noticed that this man had my wife in his arms and he was kissing her as she herself offered her lips to him. They continued kissing as the man once again mauled her breasts. There was something surreal about the night; it was the second time she was taking a chance with me in the same room. She would have refused me, if I had bugged her the same night after having sex. A few minutes later, the man bent forward and latched onto her breast. She moaned and briefly looked at me to see if I was still asleep. After a few moments, she lay back and let him drink her milk. My loving wife enjoyed his efforts for a few moments and then pulled him for another kiss. After a brief kiss, she slid down and took his penis in her mouth. I had pleaded with my wife several times in the last 2 years of our marriage but not once did she take it into her mouth. She did, however, jerk me off a few times during her menstrual period to relieve me. After pleasuring him for several minutes, she moved on top and rode him until he ejaculated inside her again. Due to the oral sex she performed on him, he didn't last as long but my wife's moans confirmed that she was satisfied.
I had lost my appetite for sleep. On one end, I was upset and angry to see my wife behave in such a slutty manner with a stranger but on the other end, I was elated to eventually see her open up; perhaps I felt that I may reap some of the benefits eventually. I kept on dozing off and waking up with sounds of my wife's moans. Every time I got up, I realized that my wife was fast asleep and it was only my mind playing tricks. However, as the morning approached, I noticed that our room had a small window for ventilation almost at the ceiling that let in faint light and perhaps illuminated the room a little bit more. It was still quite dark but one could sense that the sun would soon rise and it was morning hours. Everyone in the hall was fast asleep. My wife woke up silently and headed to the restroom again. She spent a good 5-10 minutes and seemed to have washed up her face. She was drying her face with a towel, when she entered the room again. And then she very slowly pulled the door and this time dropped the towel behind the door to stop it from moving. This reduced the light coming in from the hall but the light coming from the window seemed to compensate it very much.
My wife sat very close to the sleeping man and placed one hand on his bulge, she nuzzled into him by laying by his side. Within moments the man woke up and I saw my wife lift herself on her elbow and kiss the man. I was shocked to see her kiss a man with his morning breath on. It seemed she had cleaned up her mouth before coming for this. Even more importantly, she was initiating sex with him at a morning hour, when it was time for people to get up and I could more or less see them now in that morning light.
She then quickly proceeded to offer him a nice blow job, which again she never did it for me. This is when I realized that this man was hung like a horse. My wife desperately bobbed her head up and down as she tried to help him ejaculate. He seemed to have no interest in mounting my wife now. He wanted her to please him with her mouth. As more and more light crept in, I was worried that she was very close to getting caught. I could make more details about this man as well now. Fortunately, it took only 15 minutes before he flooded her mouth with his semen. She choked on it for sometime but gulped it down completely.
Next morning, I learned that the man was her friend's father; perhaps 55 or so. He was a tall man with a large physique and very dark skin. She ignored him most of the day and if I had not witnessed her with him, I would not have given him a second chance. Nothing happened the following night and even though I made an attempt to approach my wife, she refused me completely. Fortunately or unfortunately her lover didn't show up and we both were able to catch up on our sleep.
The following evening we were heading back, so I didn't think anything would happen but I was on constant alert now. Eventually, I learned that my wife was at the bride's place; we were invited from the groom's side, helping them with winding up things. Still when she didn't return until late that afternoon, I headed to their place and saw my wife exiting hurriedly. Her face was flushed and her dress crumpled; as I watched her briskly walk towards the marriage hall, I noticed that dark man step out of the house. So, it was clear that my wife had sex with him once again. Maybe she had sex the previous day as well but I didn't notice it.
Upon our return, my wife was eager and willing to please me in the bedroom. When I mounted her and felt sort of a vacuum around my penis, I knew the man was gifted. She didn't reciprocate while kissing but allowed me to kiss her; even more importantly she allowed me to pleasure her with my tongue. This was something that she had persistently refused earlier but she now acceded to my pleading most of the time. It soon dawned on both of us that she enjoyed my tongue more than my penis and hence oral sex became a regular act in our bedroom.
I wanted to see if my wife would now allow other men to take her similarly and retried my old experiments but nothing seemed to work again. Another six months fizzled by and just when I thought nothing would ever happen unless I invited her friend's father again, something seemed to stir my wife's dormant sexual feelings. This time it was an elderly servant of one of our relatives, who frequented our place, who caught her fancy. We knew this servant as he visited earlier when my wife was 6 months pregnant but didn't notice anything between the two at that time. The audacious servant touched her on some pretext or another and she seemed to ignore it or tacitly allowed him. At one time while working in the kitchen when my wife bent down to pick up something, I noticed the bold, shameless servant brush his groin against her butt. She shot a look at him but then got back to her work.
This servant was nearing 60 and had been working at our relatives' place as domestic help for decades so I didn't want to fuss about it. Neither did I feel she would oblige him as he wasn't particularly good looking. Strangely, however, I felt where the other young men failed to score this old codger would be able to. He was a little on the darkside but not as much as her previous lover and was extremely tall, standing at a little over 6 feet and slender physique to go with it. He had a large family back in the northern part of India; had about 5-6 kids and was already a grandfather.
We have a very small house, so there isn't my privacy and hence I didn't think much would happen unless she was desperate. Besides, we were traveling to a relatives wedding the following day along with the relatives who were visiting us. My wife was charged with preparing some sweets and snacks for the occasion, which kept her occupied the whole day. We were traveling that night and after all the hard day's work, we all boarded the evening train only to realize that due to some confusion our tickets were cancelled - only the ticket for our elderly relative and my wife were kept. After a lot of haggling, negotiations, and bribing we finally settled to start our journey. The upper berths were to become available very early in the morning until then we had to adjust.
The elderly relatives were tired and wanted to hit bed pretty early. We had arranged it such that the elderly lady slept on one berth and my wife sat next to her feet and then the servant by the window. Between my wife and the servant there was a small suitcase. Since the lady was short and her husband quite tall, this seemed to be the best option. The old lady made place for our baby to sleep next to her on the inside. I sat opposite to the servant by the window while the elderly husband slept on that berth with his legs facing me. I should have sat next to her but strangely the configuration seemed to be prearranged before I could take the seat beside her.
My wife was extremely tired and I didn't think anything would happen; besides we were in a semi-public place. My wife dozed off in no time and slept for what seemed like 3-4 hours; she woke up only due to our son crying for milk. Things had quietened by that time and after feeding our son, she went to freshen up. It was around 11:30 and a lot of passengers were fast asleep, including our relatives and the servant.
After returning, she went back to sleep promptly again. I heard her bangles clink a few minutes later, which woke me up and I noticed her rest her arm on the suitcase. The old servant bravely placed his hand right next to hers. It was dark and unless one made a conscious attempt; it was hard to notice anything. A few moments later, he boldly lifted her arm and slid his arm to the other end of the suitcase and clasped her hand. She looked at him for a few moments but didn't move her hand away. This encouraged him and he soon moved closer to her and slowly caressed her arm with his other hand. A few minutes later, he picked up her hand and softly dropped it in his lap. She tried to retrieve her hand but he held on to her hand and let her reluctance wilt away. She cursorily looked around to see if anyone was even looking in our direction; I pretended to be fast asleep and then for the first time I noticed her hand grope his manhood in the darkness. As she leaned towards him, he nuzzled into her neck and started gently kissing her. She retreated for a brief moment and then later on relented but she didn't lean all the way towards him. Within moments, she extended the shawl she had to cover her hand in his lap. It didn't take more than a few moments but she removed her hand and hurriedly walked towards the toilet. Maybe she orgasmed by simply touching his member or that she felt it would be hard to control. The poor servant waited for a few minutes and then followed her. Not to be left behind, I followed her but was petrified of getting caught by them.
It was mostly dark except for one light almost at the far end. The old codger just turned around towards the toilet when I lazily pretended to walk towards the toilet. I waited around the corner to see if he was still there and he was waiting for my wife to open the door. She opened the door a few moments later and without much talk, he entered the toilet and they closed the door. Bravely, I stepped towards the door and peeped through the small holes that were left by previous door locks. My wife was in his arms and the old servant was kissing her. Even in that dingy toilet that was dimly lit, I could clearly see how much she was into kissing him. He towered over her and lifted her in his arms for a moment and then dropping her down said something to her. She hesitantly kneeled down and pulled down his pajamas to expose his penis. It was huge! It felt like he had an appendage hanging between his legs. She lifted that meaty sausage and guided it into her mouth. His semi-flaccid penis still didn't respond but she diligently continued pleasuring him. As his penis inflated, she struggled to take it in her mouth. She then proceeded to kiss his droopy testicles that were unusually large. She hungrily sucked on them for a minute or so and returned to his penis that was fully erect. After sucking on the knob for a minute or so, she stood up and turned around, allowing him to take her from behind.
I noticed someone heading towards the toilet, so quickly pretended to loiter around the door for some fresh air. He used the opposite toilet and I stood there wondering what was happening inside. Fortunately the man spent less than 5 minutes and headed back to his berth. I quickly peeped inside to see if they were still at it. He was still madly pumping her at that time and from the moans of my wife, I knew that she was cumming yet again. Moments later, he groaned as he ejaculated deeply into her womb. My wife finally separated herself from him and thanked him before turning to freshen herself. He whispered something to her and she looked at him strangely for a moment and then shook her head but he said something again and after a few moments, she tried to excuse herself but he held her and pushed down on her shoulders. She reluctantly squatted down once again and then he fed his well spent penis to her. I was shocked to see her take his spent penis in her mouth and clean it off; even though I felt she would pull away in disgust, I soon found her engaged in yet another attempt to pleasure him. Had he been a younger man, perhaps it would have worked but after a few more minutes she gave up and quickly excused herself. I hurried back to my berth and waited for them to return.
My loving wife had let that man take her bareback and even let him ejaculate inside her. We used condoms for protection and sometimes she even refused me if I didn't have one. She wanted to delay conceiving our next child but now I wondered if she was willing to conceive from this old man. Finally, my ego was hurt and I decided to keep my wife away from him and that's what I did throughout the trip. My wife didn't let me have sex with her as she apparently was menstruating but she yielded to my pleading one day and let me fondle her, kiss her and then eventually took my penis in her mouth. Now I was reaping the rewards of letting my wife err; so that made me wonder if my earlier caution was warranted. On the last day when her periods were finishing she let me mount her but only with a condom.
The scenes with the servant hadn't gone from my mind and I started wondering on how to arrange to see her with him again. It seemed impossible as our train journey was during the day and at home there was very little privacy. Our relatives were about to leave after a few more days after returning from the wedding. That was the only opportunity. One other thought at the back of my mind was that she was very near to her fertile period. Wouldn't it be idiotic to wish that she had sex with him? Would she even risk it at this point with him?
It didn't take too long to find out. I got an urgent call from work that required me to travel to a neighboring town. I thought this would give an opportunity to test my wife but I wondered how I would learn if she risked it with him or not. That's when I figured out if I could excuse myself from this trip somehow but still head out as per the plan and return home in a secret way, I could. After a lot of thought, I finally figured out a good plan.
Our guests slept in our front room while we were sleeping in the kitchen. The servant slept on the balcony, which spanned across the living room and the kitchen and had access to both the rooms. I thought of jumping into our balcony from neighbors, who I knew were out for a small vacation; they left their key with us. As per the plan, I waited until after 11:00 or so when I saw the servant get up from his bed on the balcony and knock on the kitchen door. The door was not locked; he pushed it open gently and stepped inside. Bravely, I climbed up and crossed into our balcony and peeped inside from the window. The servant was still standing by the door while my wife was breastfeeding our little one. There was a small candle burning at one corner to provide for some light inside the kitchen. It was perfect as I could now see them without getting noticed; the window was partially pulled together but I could easily peep inside. She was avoiding his eyes but then she said something to him; she wasn't pleased with his behavior and it seems she wanted him to leave. I wondered why she kept the door open, if that's what she really wanted. Things were awfully quiet but the servant knew how to cajole her and proceeded to convince her. He sat next to her and after a few moments lifted her pallu that covered her breasts. She looked at him sternly but didn't react. Now her milky white breast was perfectly visible in that dim candle light. He then proceeded to caress her breast and pulled out her nipple from our baby's mouth and tugged on it. My wife silently groaned in pain but didn't stop him. When the baby cried, he promptly fed it to the baby again.
She looked at him nervously, almost as if she had surrendered herself to him. He leaned forward and tried to kiss her; she turned away but the indolent servant turned her face and then slobbered over her mouth. I was jealous of that servant as I could really see the chemistry between him and her. Unfortunately, with her other lover, I didn't have the same opportunity. Within moments, I saw her melt in his arms; her mouth was glued to his and she was kissing him passionately. Even though he tried to push her back, she resisted him but continued kissing him. After trying to coerce her a few times, he gave up and turned his attention to her breasts. The old codger lay his head in her lap and latched onto the available teat. The effect on her was instantaneous as she groaned and moaned for the next 5 minutes. It was clear though that her resistance was waning away. Eventually, he pushed her back; she rolled on to her side; letting our little one continue to suckle while the servant took her from behind. She turned back and offered her lips to him. After cursorily kissing her, he moved to the next step.
Brazenly he got rid of the Saree and even got rid of her petticoat and how she was naked below her waist. The old man aligned his penis against her opening; her one leg was above his thigh. The sight was mesmerizing, and fortunately for me they were facing the window. Two things became apparent; the contrast between their complexion and the sheer size disparity between her vagina and his equipment. It was as if a jersey bull was mounting a virginal indian cow! My wife clenched her fists as she tried to control the pain of getting impaled on his penis. Her eyes almost popped out and she gasped for air as he brutally pushed it in; even then it still was only half in. She convulsed moments later and hit an incredible climax. I had never witnessed such an intense climax, apart from perhaps one other time in the train when she was with him for the first time. The servant then masterfully started stroking her from behind; her natural lubrication finally allowed him to bury his entire penis in her tight vagina. It didn't take too long once they got into a rhythm and eventually after she rolled on her back and allowed him to mount her in a missionary position. Our child was fast asleep, so she didn't have much hindrance. The old servant took a few more minutes before ejaculating inside her. There was no doubt in my mind that she was definitely going to be pregnant by him and even more strangely it felt entirely appropriate to me at that moment. After all no one had pleasured her the way he did; perhaps not even her first lover.
What happened soon after the episode surprised me even more and I was glad that I waited a few moments longer, risking getting caught by them. She wiped his spent penis with a rag and took it in her mouth. Shockingly I saw some sort of hunger in her to resurrect his penis for yet another round. It took a long while; more than 20 minutes, all the while she leisurely pleasured him and chatted with him. Eventually, when it was ready she invited him to mount her again and this time it was one of the marathon sessions that I witnessed for the first time in my life. The old man was so connected with my wife that I only felt jealous about his ability to pleasure a woman who was almost his grand daughter's age. She made love to him with such ardour that I knew that she desired to be bred by this stallion.
I had lost all appetite after he ejaculated inside her the second time and hurriedly moved to the neighboring room. I had plans of eavesdropping on them the following night but due to an urgent call from work, this time for real, I couldn't. As expected, I returned from my work trip after 3 days just as our guests were departing. After returning from the station, I immediately pounced on my wife and even though she should have been completely satisfied, she welcomed my attention and after some kissing, spread her legs so that I could pleasure her with my tongue. What a difference it was! I had developed a habit of checking her privates under the Saree with the aid of a small torch that she was unaware of and this time I really saw how inflammed her vagina looked. Her vaginal area was deep red and looked tender. Her hole seemed to have widened at least by an inch. Our servant had made very good use of our hospitality. She let me mount her without a condom; giving me a chance to score with her. I unloaded inside her moments later; filling her womb with my semen. Never in my life I could imagine that I could ejaculate so much.
Just as I had imagined, she started having morning sickness a month later and exactly three month later she shared that she was pregnant. Based on the dates Dr. gave I could calculate and see the servant scored with her on the very first night at the house itself. To save my pride, I still gave myself an equal chance of impregnating her. I am conflicted now as I encouraged my wife to cuckold me consciously yet I am not as willing to accept the consequences. Please advise. I wonder what I should do.
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Followup by husband after 15 years.
Thank you for guiding me with your response to my earlier letter that I wrote 15 years back. It was interesting to see it from an outside-in perspective and I do agree that I had instigated her affair. She too had faltered on her part but if I had intervened things couldn't have gone this far. As it turned out our servant had indeed impregnated my wife. Even though I should have been dismayed by the news, I wasn't. I felt that he deserved to inseminate her; and especially after you made it clear to me that I was responsible for her slutty behavior.
My wife was more willing in the bedroom after her brief affair with the servant. She dropped subtle cues to welcome my sexual attention even during day time. Often she even woke me up in the morning and encouraged me to mount her. No matter how much I tried to maul her, I could never elicit the same kind of response. It was evident that I was no match to either of her lovers. Still she solicited my attention eagerly. She allowed me to pleasure her orally but rarely reciprocated in return. In the first few months, she was extra careful and didn't allow me to mount her on a regular basis but indulged me in every other way. She was looking alluringly pretty and wondered if her lovers would desire her in such a pregnant state. I didn't have to wait for too long to find out.
My wife's friend, with whose father she had a brief rendezvous, met me at a social gathering and requested a favor. Her father, i.e. my wife's lover, was visiting our town and she wondered if we could accommodate him for a short while. Apparently, his wife passed away and so it was only him managing their business and frequented our town. It surprised me that she asked me instead of talking to her own friend i.e my wife. I couldn't refuse and agreed without checking with my wife. My wife was not happy with me but didn't say anything.
Just as luck would have it, he arrived a couple of weeks later. He called me at work and let me know about his plan to arrive the following day. I wanted to see what may transpire between him and my wife. My work shifts were unpredictable, so I could easily excuse myself on some pretext or another. Fortunately, our neighbors were out that time as well and so I thought it offered me yet another splendid opportunity. I let my wife know that I would be arriving late, around midnight after finishing my overtime. Somewhere during the day, however, I sent a message to her that her friend's father would be coming over sometime in the evening. My wife was a little over 5 months pregnant and Dr. had advised that intercourse was fine as long as we both were careful. Compared to her previous time, she looked heavily pregnant and that was more due to the servant's seed she was carrying.
As per the plan, I arrived early and holed myself up in my neighbor's apartment. There was a question earlier about how I could easily eavesdrop from the balcony as generally they tend to be open but on ours we had put a shutter to keep the rain water outside and in summer's to keep the sun out. This offered better privacy, especially if someone was using the balcony for sleeping. Our guest arrived around dinner time and my wife greeted him with a smile and let him inside. I wondered if I should risk jumping into the balcony or wait but I felt that I had to take a chance or that I would miss out on something crucial. Fortunately, our guest took a shower as soon as he entered the house while my wife prepared tea for him. It didn't even take 5 minutes though and by the time she was ready, he stepped into the kitchen with a towel wrapped around his waist. Our younger one was sleeping in the living room, and he knew that she would be alone as I was working overtime. That bastard didn't even waste a minute and despite my wife's protests, he grabbed her and planted his lips on her. My poor wife resisted but her efforts were in vain as he aggressively kissed her. He was significantly darker than the servant; perhaps much darker to either of our tastes but it didn't seem to matter. She finally yielded and let him have his way with her. I couldn't even imagine the ferocity or hunger he had for her as practically chewed on her lips.
Both of them stood only 3-4 feet away from my vantage point, so I could even hear my wife pleading for him to stop. Although she let him kiss her, she frequently tried to dissuade him, saying that he shouldn't take advantage of her husband's good nature. I heard him retort that if he didn't want him to take advantage then perhaps he should have been present. Kissing went for a long while; all the while he mauled her breasts and groped her butt. After getting satisfied, he forced her to kneel down and pleasure him with her mouth. He didn't even wait for too long before thrusting his penis into her mouth and started his stroking activity. My wife felt helpless and pushed back on him but he was relentless. She threw up in front of him but he ignored her pleading and after she freshened up he tried it yet again. This time, although she did show the same signs; she managed to not throw up. In my excitement, I failed to notice that he was similarly gifted, although I initially felt he was smaller than her second lover. My loving wife helplessly endured this man as he managed to finally push his penis into her mouth and perhaps into her throat as well. The man seemed to be besotted by her and continued fucking her mouth as if it was her vagina. I was amazed to see her withstand such an onslaught. The man ejaculated inside her mouth after 5 minutes of this frantic drama. She struggled to keep it all in her mouth. The old bastard finally let go of her hair and she hurriedly headed to the bathroom to freshen herself up.
I decided to return home early in anticipation, so I headed back. My wife was surprised but didn't say anything. Her face that was flushed red did clearly show that something was definitely going on between the two. We had dinner soon after that and despite my intentions of sleeping with the wife in the kitchen, she drove me away and made me sleep in our living room. Our guest took one of the divans (it is a small sofa without a backrest), while I took the opposite one. I never imagined that our audacious guest would take a chance with her the same night, especially after having quenched his thirst earlier during that evening. However, I was alert to see if something were to happen and to my utter surprise only an hour or so later on I was woken up with the sounds of door latching. Our guest was not present at his place; I quickly tried to see if he was in the toilet but he wasn't. That's when I boldly stepped out into the balcony and peeped inside the kitchen from my usual location. My wife was lovingly kissing this man as he lay next to here with his leg on her thighs. After a couple of minutes of intense kissing, she turned on her side and let him spoon her. My wife's moans clearly let me know once again that this man was gifted and she loved mating with him. In that awkward position, he stroked her for over 10 minutes, during which she definitely climaxed twice. It was a short but intense session and soon after that they separated and I hurried back to my bed.
I was shocked by the blatant attempt of this man to take my wife under my roof with such utter disregard for my presence. The man left the next day and things returned to normalcy or so I thought but when his daughter once again made the strange request, I didn't know what to say. My wife also had warned me to not invite this man to our house a few times but I couldn't say no to his daughter. It took me a little while but it seemed to me that his daughter knew what was up between her father and my wife. Soon his visits became regular; every 2 or 3 weeks, he would show up at our place and stayed at least one night; sometimes a couple of nights. He seemed normal and considerate at other times except when it came to his nocturnal activities, which happened at an alarming frequency. This continued till the 9th month of her pregnancy and while I lived with my celibacy, he continued enjoying the pleasures of my wife. During that period he also started taking her anally, which my wife resisted earlier but eventually started enjoying it.
My wife after giving birth to our second child, decided to fit herself with an IUD device to avoid pregnancy. Since we had two children in quick succession, her decision seemed normal but the real reason was that she knew that her lover would have impregnated her in no time. Strangely, visits of our guest became even more regular and things continued between him and my wife.
My wife was particular about avoiding sex with me the nights she was with him, so I never knew if she would have been sexually interested after having a satiating experience with him. One morning, I had an opportunity. Our guest was planning to leave very early in the morning as he had a morning train to catch and fortunately for me, just before he woke up, officially, from the bed, he made love to my wife for over half-hour. On that morning as soon as our guest left, I accosted my wife. My wife was particular of never having sex with me in daylight; that rule, however, never applied to sex with her lovers. She admonished me several times but eventually relented and offered her lips. When I tried to eat her out as I did when I wanted to spend more time in having sex with her, she refused but once again I persisted and finally I tasted her vagina. My wife was gushing with lubricating juices as I pushed my tongue into her vagina. Their mixed juices were largely bitter but appealed to me as I had imagined pleasuring her after she had accommodated her lover. She moaned and climaxed almost instantly; within a few minutes. It was clear that she knew that I was tasting her lover's semen and something that she perhaps liked. Soon after that I mounted her and ejaculated inside her after stroking her for a few more minutes.
After almost 20 years of marriage and raising a family of 5 children, I have realized that the seeds of this debauched life were sown by myself but they definitely were nurtured by my wife. Her lover passed away a few years ago and it was amazing that my wife had continued to pleasure 2-3 times every week until his death. The sessions were much shorter and less intense but they continued until the night before he passed away with a heart attack. Her belly started swelling with another child soon a couple of months after he passed away, letting us know that he left a final gift for us in her womb.
Having read similar stories in the past, I thought I should share my story with your readers. Of the 5 children we have, only the first one was fathered by me, the rest were fathered by her lovers. I never thought she would bear the labor pains for me but since her lovers were so gifted she indulged them. She is only 36 and I knew that she won't be satisfied with my tongue alone so I have recruited the servant's eldest son to take care of our household work. It took a little longer than expected for their chemistry to develop but she finally did embrace him. And now the thought of getting pregnant one last time has been weighing on her mind.
This should serve as a warning to all the husbands and all the couples who are considering such intimate, extramarital relationships. Once it starts they take on their own life. You may think you have control but you don't. Tread cautiously.
My Loving Brother-in-Law
I am a 42 year old married woman with 4 children. We belong to a small community among the Gujarathi's but have settled in a major city outside of Gujarat for more than two decades now. It is not common for me to write such a story but I feel that it is a moment when I should let my story known; perhaps it may help others learn from it.
I married my husband about 20 years ago; it was an arranged marriage. Those days, we lived near Delhi. My husband was into the garment business and had just started his own business after learning from his cousins the ins and outs of business. My in-laws didn't live with us those days and hence we enjoyed our freedom in those days. In the 3rd month of our marriage, he had arranged for a hiking trip for us along with his cousin brother and his wife.
They were a middle-aged couple but very close to him, so we had been meeting them on a daily basis. Their two children had grown up and were in colleges studying and living by themselves. I used to call his cousin brother Jhetji; he was in his mid forties and carried a lot of weight on his belly. He was a large man at 6' 2" but a little overweight then. His wife was almost his age, but significantly overweight and had lost all her charm by then. He on the other hand was quite charming even at that age. His smile always impressed me.
My Jhetji was very fond of me and took good care of me in the beginning few months and even later in life. I liked his company very much and was getting accustomed to his constant presence in our life. So, this 2-weeks hiking trip seemed like a fun occasion but I had never lived away in the woods, so I was nervous.
Things seemed normal during the first week as I got used to the challenges of leading a life without any of the modernities. The initial portion was spent with a few other couples who were doing the same hike but eventually we started to explore on our own and separated from the other group. Our plan was to separate from them for only a day or so but ended up separated from them for four days and three nights. During that brief period my life radically transformed and essentially sealed my fate. While I wasn't happy about how things turned out at the trip but in retrospect I don't have any regrets.
My husband and I had been feeling frisky having abstained from sex for more than a week. He constantly courted me inside the tent but I turned him down steadfastly as the flimsy tents provided no security. During the whole week though I had noticed that Jhetji and I had spent a lot of time together; it seemed to be intentional in hindsight but I didn't mind it.
It was clear that my Jhetji was attracted to me and it surprised me that neither his wife nor my husband were bothered by it. It was common to have a subtle chemistry with your Jhetji during those early days of your marriage. Not having our elders around offered us the freedom to fully understand and explore it. He had touched me several times and even held me lovingly a few times as he helped me climb up a steep ladder on occasions. While I didn't realize it then, I too was attracted to him.
I was a typical Gujarathi beauty but with a very tall and slender body. I was extremely fair and had a very good figure and even though my body was on the bony side, my breasts were well developed and looked substantial even for my tall body and wide shoulders. I was 5' 8" while my Jhetji was 6' 2" or so. He was built heavily and sported a thick moustache that I liked. My husband was almost as tall as me and had a frail physique and bony structure just like mine. My husband was just like me in most respects but Jhetji seemed different; his complexion was a tad darker, his built very heavy and his demeanor commanding. His wife was not a Gujarathi and was much shorter, perhaps 5' 3" or so and by the time I met her, I couldn't fathom why my Jhetji married her.
That night as we were talking generally and all the three, apart from myself, were tipsy, I decided to call it a day but before that I wanted to pee and requested for my husband to accompany me but my Jhetji got up and decided to accompany me leaving his wife and my husband behind. As we stepped out of the conclave, he confidently laid his arm around my waist and lead me into the woods. As I feebly whispered to him, "Jhetji, my husband and your wife are not very far and may see us."
"Don't worry about them," he said confidently, stopping and turning around to face me. And then he boldly pulled my chin up and said, "if you haven't realized it yet, this is what your husband wants."
I was shivering as I realized what he implied; he confidently bent forward to kiss me and only at the last moment I managed to turn my face away but I was late and his lips landed right on the corner of my lips. His hot breath, smelling of strong alcohol intoxicated me and for a moment I was hypnotized by this charmer who had been charming me for over a week. But sanity restored quickly and I tried to push him away but he took me into his strong arms and firmly placed his lips on mine. I continued to object it but very feebly to avoid creating a scene; we were only a couple of hundred feet away from where his wife and my husband were. He didn't push his luck and separating from me, quietly led me back to our camping spot and there I saw my husband kissing Jhetji's wife passionately.
"Didn't I tell you?" he whispered into my ear from behind and took me into his arms from behind. I pushed him away and stepped away from that spot and took shelter behind a tree and tried to gain composure. I didn't know how to react to it. He stood for a moment and calmly stepped closer to me and softly whispered, "Don't worry; this is what your husband wants. If only he knew how turned on you would be, he would have even arranged it on the first night of your marriage itself."
I was shocked to hear my Jhetji talk lewdly but I couldn't refute what I had seen. He encouraged me to pee right there while he simply turned around; it felt wicked and scared at the same time but I did what he requested.
Heading back, I had noticed them entering Jhetji's tent. There was no confusion, only apprehension of what may transpire and whether my husband indeed approved of it. Inside the tent, he took me in his arms and welcomed me to sit down in his lap, saying that let's wait for the proceedings to finish next door.
Moments later, I heard his wife moan loudly.
"Your husband loves to pleasure her with his tongue," he whispered. She continuously moaned for about a minute or two and then my husband seemed to have mounted her as I heard the occasional smacking sound of their pelvises. After a couple more minutes, he climaxed. Not sure what took me over but I turned towards him and offered my lips. As his thick moustache tickled on my lips and his rough tongue explored my mouth, I knew that we definitely had great chemistry and would enjoy each other's company for a long time to come. He mounted me soon after that and stroked me furiously for perhaps 5 minutes before furiously ejaculating inside me. I was lubricating and perhaps had wet my sleeping bag completely. It felt as if a real man was making love to me; his penis was huge and had stretched me beyond belief and his weight was unbearable but strangely I longed to be crushed by him. After that first fuck, something flipped in my mind and I thought it was my fate to be bred by this stallion. After that first episode, he promptly told me to suck on his penis and prepare him for the second round. I had never done it with my husband, so was hesitant but I obediently did what he requested. After feasting on his penis for 15 minutes or so, he roared again and this time he fucked me as if there was no tomorrow. He fucked me nonstop for what seemed like another 45 minutes in every position imaginable. I don't recollect how many times I climaxed but I clearly remember it as an out of the world experience.
Early in the morning Jhetji's wife woke me up and took me out to freshen up and talked to me. We went to the nearby lake to take a quick bath before the sun rose. We didn't speak much about the previous night initially but eventually she started by saying, "A lot of thoughts may be going through your mind about the previous night."
"I don't want to be judgmental or even debate about it. What is done is done."
"Your Jhetji is very fond of you and after experiencing him last night, you could appreciate that at my age I can't keep up with him. He needs someone young and pretty like you."
"Now," she took a deep breath and said, "if you think this all was a mistake then take your husband and leave this hiking trip right away."
"If, however, you think this is just the right thing for you then stay and spend the rest of the time exclusively with him as his wife; as if you are on a honeymoon with him."
Before I could say anything, she interjected, "Don't worry about your husband. He would love you to be Jhetji's slut. There is no threat to your marriage; only that a real man will take care of his bedroom duties."
Once again as I was about to speak, she interjected and said, "this is not about me; it's only about you; not even about your husband. So, you decide on your own. The choice is yours. Both your husband and I will be happy if you accept Jhetji in your life and will support you wholeheartedly."
We didn't talk about it; I cleaned myself up thoroughly and contemplated on what she said. My husband was definitely no where near Jhetji when it came to sex and even looking at his behavior around Jhetji, I felt that he always made sure I got to spend lot of time alone with my Jhetji. I couldn't fathom what he found interesting in Jhetji's wife, so the only reason that rang true was that he desired to see me with Jhetji.
My husband was peeing behind a tree when I reached our tents. We looked at each other and without giving further thought, I entered our tent. Jhetji was awake and looking at me, said, "You are looking so gorgeous."
I sat next to him and looked lovingly at my new husband.
"Are you happy to be with me?" he asked. I blushed and nodded, looking at him yearningly. He pulled me towards him and I covered his face with my wet hair. He played with my hair a little bit and said, "Will you tell your husband that you sexually belong to me now?"
I looked deeply into his eyes and leaning forward kissed him on his lips. Even though he had morning breath I just wanted to kiss him and be with him. We had a repeat of another session again but this time there was very little privacy as both my husband and his wife were outside the tent but neither of us bothered about them.
That day, I ignored my husband completely and spent time with Jhetji. It was surprising to see how submissively he behaved around both of us. At evening time, I felt like cleaning myself again in preparation for another night with Jhetji. No sooner did we reach the lake, did my husband pounce on me and started kissing me. Despite my objections, he started licking me; effectively tasting Jhetji's dry semen along with my own juices. After pleasuring me, he tried to mount me but I pushed him away saying, "You can't do that anymore now; only Jhetji is allowed."
It was enough for his penis to shrivel into a lump appendage. I didn't even mean it but it worked.
The rest of the days went in the same manner with my husband courting me during the days to taste my pussy and I indulged him at the right moments.
Our life back home didn't reach any form of normalcy as my husband didn't make any attempt to mount me but only performed oral sex on me. Something had changed; it didn't take very long for my virile Jhetji to impregnate me; perhaps the very next opportunity he managed to sow his seeds. Only after his seed took a firm root in my womb and I started showing clearly did my intercourse with my husband start again.
In the first decade of my married life, Jhetji gave me four children. There was no doubt in anyone's mind who the father should be. My overzealous sex life with him resulted in two more pregnancies when I was in my thirties. I miscarried the first one and the second one didn't survive due to complications.
My beloved Jhetji passed away recently at the age of 64 with a heart attack. Although I loved my husband very much, I truly felt connected with my Jhetji. Despite his age, he did complete justice to my beauty and if it weren't my own precautions, I perhaps would have bore at least one other child in the first decade of married life. Sex with him was a bliss and I am glad that I only conceived from him. All my four sons are just like him and will be gifted in the sex department just like him. My Jhetji was sexually very active even a few days before his death. Fortunately, for me, his wife passed away from a massive heart attack only 3-4 years after our affair started. She was practically obese and I was surprised that she even came along with us on the camping trip but it was part of a plan. She, perhaps, knew of her ailing health and wanted to find a younger, more appropriate life partner for her husband. Even though she, at times, despised my presence in her life, she helped me manage my delicate relationship with my husband and Jhetji. Her guidance helped me accept my husband's love, perverse as it sounds and become one with my Jhetji. I constantly felt guilty during the early stages and needed her support but eventually I had learnt that it was my life and the choice was entirely mine. Deep down I wanted to be Jhetji's mistress and nothing would have changed my mind and if that were not enough my husband wanted me to belong to him.
The three of us never spoke about my relationship with the other man and lived together under one roof for the majority of my life. I slept with both of them practically every single night; first with my Jhetji and then with my husband.
It is a strange story and in some way you may even doubt the veracity of the story but I felt obliged to narrate my own experience. It may help others.
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Followup from the wife after getting a lot of readers comments/questions.
Dear readers,
The story seems unrealistic because we as Indians growing up in a traditional, ultra-conservative society can't imagine such a debauched lifestyle. Yet, hundreds of women are raped and thousands are molested on a routine basis in the very same conservative society. A pretty woman can't step out of the house alone fearing something bad may happen; inside the house she feels protected and secure. It perhaps guarantees her some safety but molesters are present everywhere and if the circumstances are not right, she may not even escape from rape by a member of family. Such things are brushed off as consensual sex by the soceity and the woman never revolts out of fear of being ostracized.
My relationship with Jhetji started in a consensual manner, although I made an attempt to dissuade him from continuing but my husband left me no choice but to comply that night. Jhetji had an imposing personality and there was no way I could have revolted against him; besides it just seemed natural. He was possessive about me and didn't want my husband anywhere around me. After returning from the trip, my husband behaved as if he needed Jhetji's permission to sleep with me, have sex with me. Jhetji started spending several nights a week at our place and all that while he made sure that I slept with him. He was so besotted with me and screwed me so many times that I hardly felt any sort of sexual attraction towards my husband during the 6 months of our relationship. My husband & I started truly understanding each other when he lovingly held our son for the first time in his hands. Even though he knew the boy was not his but Jhetji's seed, I saw the love of a father in his eyes.
After giving birth to my first child, I eventually started bridging the gap between me and my husband. Jhetji's wife had helped me during that phase to understand what was needed of me in this relationship. My husband & I never spoke of the new relationship explicitly but we both understood what we wanted from it. I comforted him by breastfeeding him once we settled into the rhythm and he pleasured me with his tongue. He ensured that my periods didn't commence soon after delivering a child and as a consequence ensured that I got time to recover from childbirth. He always used protection during intercourse, which itself was quite infrequent. He was jealous of the special treatment his cousin brother got but never complained and was happy to find his loving wife back with him in the bedroom most of the time. Jhetji was very fond of impregnating me but didn't spend as much time raising them; that responsibility was relegated to my husband. He was good at taking care of them even during the nights when I was busy with Jhetji.
My Jhetji was the step-son of my father-in-law's elder brother. Due to his real father's genes, he was very different from the rest of the family - tall, manly, and an imposing personality. He bullied most people in our families and had taken the virginity of my husband's two elder sisters. Apparently, he had impregnated them even after their marriages. A lot in the immediate family knew what was going on but no one raised a voice against him. I had learned that by becoming his slut, I can help ease the life of my husband's family.
Sex with Jhetji was different; he was rough, demanding, and insatiable. He needed sex even when I was menstruating. There were hardly any nights that went without sex during the first decade of my life with him. Sex tapered off in the second decade but still I made sure that he mounted me on a regular basis. My husband was simply a shadow living around me while my Jhetji took center stage in my life.
I don't have any regrets and it seemed that I was destined for such a life as my husband seemed to enjoy leading such a life. Having a man like Jhetji in my life naturally led me down that path.
Childhood Friend Takes My Wife
I am a 40-year-old man married for over 14 years. My wife is a beautiful 32-year-old woman, who is still pretty having delivered four children. We hail from an upper middle class business family and even though both of us are well-educated, we are very much into growing our family business. Ours was an arranged marriage as is normal in such families that have made quite some name by starting small and making it big over a couple of generations.
An interesting fact about our family is that we all are quite short. My wife and I were the tallest at 5' 3"; perhaps my wife was 5' 4" but she never countered me. It was not easy growing up as a midget as most of my friends were average and only some were tall. I was often bullied due to my height as a child but somewhere around my teenage years I met Arun, who became my best friend and shielded me from such unsavory experiences. He was 2 years elder to me but was in my class as he had failed twice. We became good friends over the next few years; I also helped him pass some exams. Much later did I learn in life that he failed not because of lack of intelligence; it was simply lack of application.
He was sexually more experienced and mature and helped me overcome the shyness of my sexuality. Some of my early memories were trying various things such as smoking and drugs. Despite all his shortcomings, he was mature and never became addicted to anything and ensured that I didn't either. I remember once we both masturbated together and was mesmerized seeing his hard, erect penis. He joked, "my god you are really tiny there man." I felt ashamed watching his giant specimen. Still he didn't belittle or ridicule me. There was a phase where we would watch pornographic movies and often jack off together. Somewhere the talk about other women cropped up and one day it turned to my elder sister.
Arun never shied away from sharing his thoughts about my sister, who was 11 years elder to me and has been married for the last 5 years. He would often take her name while we were shagging, and although I dissuaded him several times, he would brush me off saying that he was only helping her. He used to mention that there was something wrong with my brother-in-law as after almost 5 years of marriage they still didn't have any children. Soon after their 5th anniversary, they both were at our place for a few weeks. Around that time, Arun started seriously mooting a proposal to seduce my sister, and he wanted my help.
I had seen him seduce at least a dozen girls in our neighborhood and perhaps had taken the virginity of at least half of them. Due to his association I got to sample a couple of girls, and although I didn't get to have actual intercourse with them, I felt obliged to him in some way.
My sister was 28 years old at that time and had turned out to be an amazingly pretty woman. After marriage, she put on substantial weight that made her entire body structure rather voluptuous. Even though she stood only 5' 2", she had wide hips and amazing breasts for her height and figure. She was incredibly fair due to our Marwari origins and I could understand why Arun was fond of her. However, my sister Mamta always detested him and cautioned me to stay away from him. However, over the years she tolerated his presence in our house and accepted him as my friend.
Although I have never seen my sister naked after Arun started talking about her in a sexual manner, I started paying attention to her activities. I knew that she had a very active sex life with her husband and practically had sex every night; at least the nights they stayed at our place. Her room was right next to mine, so I could easily sense what went on every night. During that trip I noticed that she was actually tracking her ovulation period using some strips she got from her doctor. I thought Arun had noticed it at that time, but I was wrong.
On the eventful day, we were all playing cards downstairs and getting generally drunk. I noticed that my sister was not happy and kept on urging my brother-in-law to stop the playing, but he ignored her and got thoroughly inebriated. Mamta herself had a few drinks and headed to her bedroom. After half-hour, I noticed that Arun had vanished too; getting nervous, I excused myself and headed upstairs to see if he was in my room. He wasn't. I hurriedly stepped out on the balcony that spanned across our two bedrooms and peeped into her bedroom.
My horny friend had slid next to her on the bed and slowly hugged her from behind. The bedside lamp on the far end faintly illuminated the room. The bed itself was right by the window where I was standing. He gently caressed her belly and slowly pulled down her "pallu", the part of the Saree that covers a woman's breasts, to expose her breasts. He carefully nuzzled into her neck and started showering her with small kisses. I was right by the window; only 2-3 feet away from them and could even hear my listless sister moan as he moved to kneading her breasts. My moron friend had taken the boldest step in his life; either it would pay off big time or he would get his ass kicked, I thought.
Arun was masterful as he slowly kneaded her breasts and squeezed them. Mamta was growing listless, and it seemed she was getting worked up but still seemed to be under the influence of alcohol. He turned her on her back and started kissing on her lips. Her lips were parted, and she was breathing from her mouth while Arun seemed to be kissing her. He unbuttoned her blouse and latched onto her breasts. She seemed to be waking up and started fondly playing with his hair as he nibbled on her tits.
This continued for a few minutes and Mamta seemed to be finally fully awake. When Arun reached out to kiss her on the mouth, she slapped him. "Arun you son-of-a-bitch," she cursed him, "aren't you ashamed of fucking your elder sister?"
"Mamta Didi I am sorry, but I have always been attracted to you," he said and waited for her to respond.
She pulled her blouse together and started buttoning them.
"What are you looking at," she shot at him, "now go before anyone catches us like this."
"Come on Mamta Didi," he pleaded, "everyone is either asleep, drunk, or busy playing card games."
"Idiot now leave," she shoved his hand away as he tried to hug her, "this is not a good time."
"Please Didi, at least let me kiss you," he pleaded.
"When did you grow up?" she asked, blushing.
"Have you been with a lot of women?" she asked.
"No Didi. Only girls. You are the only married woman I have been attracted to," he said, trying to flatter her.
"Is Jignesh into such things as well?"
"No Didi. He is a good, obedient, studious boy. It's only me; maybe because I have come of age now," he replied.
"If you talk to anyone about this, I will cut your balls," she said, "no boasting with your friends."
"I promise Didi."
"Come here," she said and laid back on the bed.
"Keep your pelvis away from mine," she warned, "we are only going to kiss."
After that what I witnessed was something out of the world. My sister Mamta kissed him as I once saw her kiss my brother-in-law. Arun was obedient for the most part and only kissed her. There was no pretense; he confidently latched onto her lips and although she felt overwhelmed, she parted her lips and embraced him lovingly.
"You are a terrific kisser," she whispered, somewhere around the 5 minute mark. That's when Arun started pushing things. He started kneading and massaging her tits gently. He pulled away her "pallu" once again and slowly started kissing her neck and moved towards her chest. As he slowly started unbuttoning her blouse, I noticed her kissing him lovingly.
"You have beautiful breasts Didi," he said, "I wish I could suckle on them when you start breastfeeding."
"When the time comes you can," she responded.
Even in the darkness her breasts looked so amazing. Her nipples were still quite tiny and Arun made every attempt to nibble and bite them as he made love to her breasts. Mamta was now moaning and I noticed that Arun was finally straddling her. Mamta was yielding finally and I saw her hand creep into his pajamas and squeeze his penis. I was sure she would be pleasantly surprised by his equipment. And just as I expected, there was a sudden change in her demeanor. She pushed back on him and kissed him voraciously and soon after that offered her breasts to feast on. Her hand moved to his penis and she slowly started massaging and stroking it.
"I am sure you must have fantasized about this, right?"
"Feeding on your Didi's breasts."
"Hmm.." he mumbled as he hungrily lapped her breasts. The sight in front of me was surreal as I could see how much she was enjoying it and her massive breasts gently drooping down into his mouth was a sight I could never forget.
After about another few minutes of this, she finally gave in and moved southwards and pulled down his pajamas. Nestling in between his legs, she whispered, "you are quite a stud Arun."
"Are you clean? Have you slept with any prostitute?" she asked, inspecting his cock.
"No Didi. I never slept with any prostitute. There are plenty of girls and women who are willing to sleep with me. And I always use a condom with the ones that I don't know well," he replied.
"Do you have a condom?"
"No Didi," he responded.
She got down from the bed and picked up one from her bedside table drawer and taking her position she took his penis in her mouth. Arun moaned and it was clear to me that he was enjoying my sister's warm mouth. She spent a little time and then put the condom on his penis.
"This is very small for you," she mumbled nervously and laying down asked him to mount her.
"Didi this will not hold," he said as he aligned his penis with her vagina.
"Are you on a pill?" he asked.
"No Arun. It's fine; come make love to your Didi," she said and drew him into her embrace and started kissing him. As I noticed her grimace, I realized that Arun had penetrated her and perhaps was pushing beyond her comfort zone. At one moment, she pushed back on him and was gasping for air. Arun was an expert; after the first minute or two, he started his onslaught and just hearing her moans and groans I understood that she had never experienced such a thing in her life. She was in heaven and only after about 3-4 minutes of stroking, shook with an incredible climax.
Arun later told me that he had at that point proved his utility to her and everything after that was a bonus for the woman. They softly whispered to each other, which I was able to hear only because I was standing right by their head and was attuned to the environment inside.
"The condom is broken already Didi," he whispered, "it's all rolled up."
"Do you want me to try with a new one?"
"Yes they were made for normal people," she said, blushing, "not for you my love."
"Didi but you are not on the pill," he said in a concerned tone.
"Don't worry Arun. Just make love to your Didi. Breed her and maybe a year later you can feed on her breasts as you had always fantasized," she said.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Arun took his time and rode her for another 10 minutes or so and ejaculated inside her. She held onto him as spurt after spurt he ejaculated inside her. They stayed in that position for a little while chit-chatting about other things, and then she asked him to leave. He was interested in doing it again, but she said that it was enough adventure for one night. I returned to my room and pretended to be asleep.
Arun joined me a little later and went to bed. We both slept for what seemed like a couple of hours, but I couldn't sleep as those images were still rolling in my mind. After what seemed like 2-3 hours or so, I got disturbed by the sound of the door. I woke up and noticed that Arun was not by my side. I slowly stepped out and got back to my original position and noticed that he had mounted my sister and was stroking her once again. She was kissing him voraciously and had pulled back her legs for allowing deeper penetration. My beautiful Didi was behaving like a complete slut now. It seemed my brother-in-law decided to sleep downstairs instead of getting an earful from her in the middle of the night. I didn't have the stamina anymore to eavesdrop on them, so I headed back and finally drifted to sleep.
Next morning he finally initiated the conversation, "Thanks Jignesh for your understanding. Your sister Mamta is incredibly beautiful and deserves a lot more love and attention than she is getting now. Hope you don't have any hard feelings about me leaving last night early."
"So you slept with her?" I asked. He smiled and nodded.
"And what's more," he said, "you are soon going to become an Uncle."
"I feel that she always had the hots for me and that's why she was always cautious around me or purposefully avoided me," he added.
Since she was my sister, we didn't dive into too many details, but I witnessed the same thing the following night as once again he managed to orchestrate another card playing party for the families and escaped in the middle of the night to mate with my sister. He mounted her the next day afternoon as well and perhaps one other night just before she was about to leave. About 2 ½ months later when I got the good news from our sister, I knew that the bastard Arun had scored with her.
As expected my sister stayed at our place from perhaps 6th month onwards and that bastard Arun started staying with us on some pretext or another. He managed to slip out every night and fucked my sister in the next bedroom. I even saw him take her anally. They never found out that I was eavesdropping on them, but I started noticing that my sister's behavior started changing towards me. She always loved me, but now she seemed to shower even more love on me. As expected, she delivered a very healthy boy and even the Doctor commented how tall the baby was. It was a surprise to everyone as both the mother and father were actually very short.
On my 18th birthday my sister surprised me with a birthday cake in the middle of the night. Everyone was asleep; it was not normal for us to surprise the previous night, but she wanted to celebrate it with me and hence dragged me to her bedroom waking me up from my deep sleep. After bolting the door, she took the small cake with one candle lit in her hands and facing me said, "Jignesh I wanted your 18th birthday to be special."
"You know that I love you, right?" she said, looking at me.
"Of course Didi."
Keeping the cake aside on the bedside table, she said, "we can cut the cake, but I think you deserve even sweeter."
She took my hands in hers and stepped closer to me and said, "I also want to thank you for bringing your friend Arun into our lives."
"I hope you understand what I am saying," she said looking into my eyes. When I couldn't understand what she was hinting towards; I couldn't believe that she knew that I knew about her affair with him.
"Look I know that you have seen me several times make love with Arun," she said. I froze, but she drew me closer into an embrace and said, "Don't worry. I
am not mad."
"I know you too long to suck nectar from my lips just the way Arun had longed."
She confidently pulled my face forward and offered her lips. It was surreal. I had never imagined how soft and tasty her lips were. Her breath was so fresh and inviting that I couldn't resist but reciprocate as she kissed me passionately. I held her in a tight embrace and continued to kiss her. After a minute or two, she broke and said, "I think we should cut the cake."
We finished the celebration and laid down on the bed. She said, "Jignesh we have to keep this a tight-lipped secret. You got to understand we are real brothers and sisters and can't really do all the things that I do with Arun. Are you understanding?"
I hesitantly nodded as I laid next to her.
"We can kiss and hug each other. I can even breastfeed you, but we can't have intercourse. I can jerk you off but that's about it."
"Why Didi?" I asked.
"I told you didn't I?"
"You are still a child for me," she said, "come let me feed you."
She opened up the flap of her gown and exposed those heavenly breasts that I had seen from the window every time they made love.
"Can I kiss Didi?" I asked, and she softly answered, "Yes dear, you can feast on them but please be gentle."
I was lost in the world of lust as I kissed every part of her breast and even sucked on her blemish-less skin, leaving it red and bruised. Her milk was fairly diluted compared to regular milk but tasted very good. After almost an hour of this, she finally put her hand into my shorts and started jerking me off. She started kissing me voraciously as she did this and around that time whispered, "Jignesh, I think we should only kiss when I am jerking you off. It doesn't seem right otherwise."
It took me only 2 minutes to ejaculate. I was so worked up that I couldn't have delayed it for much long. She asked me to leave after that, and I reluctantly stepped out. She c
alled me a few more times that week to help me out, and it was almost similar to the other nights. Whenever, Arun was around I didn't get any help from her. It was to be understood that she had important things to handle the nights when Arun was around.
We grew much closer in the following years and even though she said we should only kiss while she jerked me off, she made it a point to kiss me every time she visited our house or when I visited her. Those kisses often lasted 4-5 minutes and were quite intense. Later on she also added kisses when she would leave our place.
Barring those sexual episodes everything else was normal between us, and it just felt normal to me after a little while. Arun impregnated my sister 3 times in our house. After her third child was delivered, I got engaged to a very pretty young girl. Just like my sister she was incredibly beautiful and perhaps an inch taller than me at 5' 4". Her body, however, was very slender. She had an almost model like figure except for her bust that seemed a little bigger on her physique.
During one of the breastfeeding sessions, my sister finally opened up to me and said why she never allowed me to have intercourse with her. Apart from the fact that she felt it to be awkward, one of the key drivers was Arun's insistence. He demanded that she not let me mount her. She told me that he had plans to seduce my wife and fuck her. After my engagement he made it clear to my sister that he would have her on our wedding night or perhaps before that. I was in a state of shock and asked her why she was supporting such a vile man instead of her own brother. She stayed silent and said that she was afraid of him blackmailing her so couldn't refuse him.
Arun and I had talked about my future wife perhaps 6 years ago, and he always told me that he would help me with my intimate duties just the way he had helped my brother-in-law. Ever since he took my sister I always had this feeling that he would take my wife as well. Even more importantly, I always wanted him to in my fantasies. Mamta, my sister's affair with him was over 8 years old now, and he had impregnated her thrice during that time. She had herself struggled with the guilt but for her there was simply no way out. Apparently she had tried for 5 years to get pregnant but only after Arun's affair started she conceived for the first time. After that she could not stop as her family wanted a lot of children, and it seems only he could give her those children.
Arun had always been fond of my sister ever since he became my friend, but it took a long while for my sister to accept him. Eventually he got from her not just the love he wanted but also a way to realize his taboo feelings towards her. When I finally spoke about my fears and worries, Mamta asked me, "When he first revealed to you that he would try to seduce me, did the thought of you seducing me come to your mind, or you always wanted him to seduce me?"
"I always wanted him to seduce you. I didn't have dirty thoughts about you and even if I had they were always fleeting."
"Even now as you realize that he would seduce your wife do you want to stop him or do you feel that she should surrender to him?"
When I didn't answer, she consoled me, "Jignesh even though it seems strange to you now, this sort of feeling is not uncommon. Your brother-in-law is aware of my affair with Arun. He learned about it during my first pregnancy itself. Apparently, he knew that he had very low sperm count and due to which suffered from low self-esteem that affected his sex life with me. I wouldn't say that my sex life with him is great but it is better than what it used to be."
"You know how big Arun is and how much pleasure he gives me, right?" she continued.
"If you always fantasized and imagined your future wife in my place then this is your chance to live it."
"Your brother-in-law is comfortable with the knowledge that I have a lover but you desire to see your wife mate with such a hot stud."
There was nothing hidden from her. She also knew that I eavesdropped on her on a regular basis; especially when she made me aware of her fertile period. Surprisingly Arun seemed to be unaware of my presence during his sessions with her or perhaps he didn't care.
"You are right Didi, I still get excited seeing you with him and I imagine the same would happen when he is with Hetal," I said. Hetal was the name of my future wife.
"You think it's ok?" I asked.
"It's up to you Jignesh," she replied, "a lot depends on whether your wife likes it or not but after shedding her inhibitions, I am confident that she would love sleeping with him for sure."
"You don't have to do anything from your side, if Jignesh likes her then he will definitely make a move and if she reciprocates then something may happen. I suppose you are not averse to that idea," she said.
I nodded.
"If this does start," she said, "be ready to raise his kids; because I don't think he will use any sort of protection."
I had no reason to doubt that.
Hetal was a big city girl; she was far more educated, and experienced than me in almost every way. She had just turned 18 when we got engaged; her parents were rather conventional, as were mine, and didn't want to wait for too long. I was 8 years elder to her but that didn't bother them. She stood about 5' 4", about a inch taller than me and seemed to be on the healthier side. She had beautiful big eyes and large, pouty lips. Her hair was long, thick, and silky that she usually wore in one braid. She was extremely fair and was gifted with a blemishless complexion almost like my sister. My sister had a sharp nose while hers was a little rounder and my sister had pale white complexion while Hetal had an olive tinge to her complexion that gave her face extra spark. She had a pretty good figure and a sizable bust for her height.
Once our engagement was done, we both were allowed to meet on a regular basis and that's when we started coming closer to each other. She was rather frank about everything and felt that since we are signing up for a lifelong commitment it is better to not hide much from each other. Over a few weeks, we graduated to kissing each other but those were rather shallow kisses as we both were conscious about how the other person would perceive us. She was experienced and shared that she had two boyfriends in the past and that she had indulged them with some kissing. A few other cousins and friends had misbehaved with her a few times but nothing major; more importantly she promised that she was still a virgin. She was so pretty that I was surprised that she even agreed to marry me. I was pretty good looking but lacked in the height department.Our family was well to do and perhaps that was an advantage in such alliances.
Just spending the two months with Hetal, I felt that she was a good match for me. She was bold while I was a little shy and reserved. She was talkative while I was the silent type. She liked attention while I usually tried to run away from it. I was the intellectual type and she was the street smart one. She also developed pretty good rapport with my family, so I was extremely pleased with our parent's choices. Our marriage was about a month away and the critical decision still weighed on my mind.
My conversation with my sister on the topic had definitely given me some clarity but it was a critical decision for me, so I didn't want to simply take her advice on it. Imagining my wife with Arun had been one of the most persistent fantasies throughout my life. After meeting Hetal the desire to see her with him had become even more intense. As I learned more about her outgoing nature and her liberal attitude towards sex, I felt that she may not be entirely averse to this idea. However, in my mind I wanted to be clear on why I wanted this in the first place. If I didn't want it then I should perhaps make it very clear with Arun so he doesn't get any wrong ideas. Arun was out during our engagement so he had still not met her; he had relocated to a different area and was now visiting us on an occasional basis.
On the surface it seemed that my sister had written off my brother-in-law's sexual performance completely but upon prying further details from her I didn't think that was entirely true. Our mind often plays tricks on us. They had sex actively, almost on a daily basis barring the normal exceptions. Their sexual episodes lasted almost an hour on a regular basis and on weekends were much longer. They indulged in almost everything. Even though she didn't rate his performance highly she regularly orgasmed while having sex with her husband. If Arun had vanished from her life it would not have made much difference to her as other things were already compensating for it in her life.
It was true though that her orgasm's were intense with Arun and even her episodes with him lasted significantly longer and also they tended to do multiple times during the night. However, I felt that was mostly due to the limited time they had together, which they both wanted to fully capitalize. My sister had confessed that I was equipped like her husband and that Arun was more than twice as long and thick. Somewhere in her mind this stark difference had been etched. When one compared the performances in all honesty, Arun won hands down but whether it was worth taking the risk of having an affair and ruining one's marriage or not was an entirely different question.
The more I thought about it, I had come to a realization that only Hetal could make that decision for us. Either way I would be fine; although in all honesty I would have loved to see her mate with him but the repercussions bothered me sometimes. S
ince I was the intellectual type, I thought of writing an agreement for myself beforehand, so that I don't ever go back and blame anyone else.
Arun arrived about 3 weeks before my marriage and he would be with me all the while until after my marriage. It was a very short period and I didn't think he could score with her in that short span of time and that too before my marriage, I felt that if he could then he certainly deserved something special. I knew for Arun to get a kiss from her would not be that difficult but if he was able to make him give her a blowjob then he certainly deserved to mate with her for life. And if he was able to mount her even before our marriage then he totally deserved to impregnate her. It was a simple yet effective way for me to be honest with my own feelings.
Arun was fawning all over Hetal since the very moment he met her. He was practically smitten by her beauty and her ripe, young body. It took not more than an hour or two for him to put her at complete ease and bring himself up as her close confidante from our side. He was such a charmer and it seemed and over the years, he had perfected his art. He was 10 years elder to her but it seemed that had it been in any other context, he would woo her in a matter of a few days. Still the challenge I had put in front of him, although he was unaware of it, was quite tall. To be fair to him, I thought of providing him ample opportunities and hence made a plan to meet with her on a daily basis and usually Arun tagged along or was around us.
About a week and half had passed and I didn't seem to catch anything happening between them. That's when I got alerted and thought perhaps I was looking for wrong things or was entirely missing what was happening between them. Hetal and I spoke about him a lot and it was apparent that Hetal liked his company a lot. Apart from being a well-known philanderer, he was highly educated from a premier Engineering institute and had started his own company. The old Arun who was a laggard in studies was gone; ever since his affair with my sister started something had changed; perhaps it brought stability to his life and he could focus on studies. Hetal asked me why he was still not married; she knew that he was older than me. I didn't think anything happened between them but I felt that Hetal had started liking him.
Anyway, we went for a movie together that week and Arun joined us as well. To make him comfortable, we had Hetal sit between the two of us. Hetal had brought a shawl with her as she claimed she always felt cold inside the theater. For some reason, I was more alert this time; perhaps it was due to the relative darkness inside the theater. We had chosen one of those special box rooms to watch the movie. Don't know why I chose such a setting but I felt that both Arun & Hetal deserved such an opportunity.
Hetal spent a lot of time talking with me; practically ignoring him more or less. Arun spent his initial time getting snacks and cold drinks and making both of us comfortable. We chatted a lot and I dropped a hint that she better talk to Arun as well.
"Of course Jignesh," she playfully responded, "I know he is your best friend. I will make sure he is entertained as well."
She smiled and asked, "Don't you think Arun is too fond of your fiance?"
"I know he is a charmer; be careful of him," I said smiling. She smiled and shifted her attention to him. He had just arrived bringing all the goodies along. She passed them to me and when I asked why she is not eating, she responded, "I don't want your good friend to complain about my bad breath."
I was surprised how she was talking and now I seriously started to wonder what was going on.
"What's going on Hetal?"
"Nothing Jignesh," she smiled and softly whispered, "You should be telling me this. Only a week before our marriage; you bring me here for watching a movie; in such a private place; but also drag along with your best friend."
"And you hardly seem to notice that he is keenly interested in your fiancé," she said.
"No it's not like that," I said.
"And you have me seated between the two of you. I take it as if you don't want him to feel left out."
"Even Mamta Didi told me that you have shared everything with him," she added.
I tried raising my voice, and she immediately said, "Shut up Jignesh."
"Please don't create a scene," she softly added.
"Listen if what I have said is not true then please make an excuse, so we can get out from here right away," she added and gave me a stern look.
"Why?"
"What do you mean why? He has been hitting on me Jignesh," she seethed.
"It would look bad Hetal," I pleaded. Not sure what was going through my mind, but you could say that I blinked for a moment. Hetal restlessly sat in her seat and waited for me to act on it. I stood up and made up some stupid excuse for myself and said to Arun that we would have to leave. Arun was surprised and didn't understand what was going on but calmly responded, "It's fine Jignesh why don't you go ahead. I will drop Hetal after the movie. You are fine Hetal?"
Hetal nervously nodded and that left me no chance but to stay back. I said I will leave in about half-hour and settled in my chair. Hetal once again whispered to me, "Jignesh grow some balls. And if you can't, then perhaps it is only appropriate that I entertain the only man here."
She waited for a few more minutes and then opened her shawl and covered herself with it. Leaning towards me, she whispered to me, "Enjoy the show."
After that she leaned towards Arun and started talking to him and ignored me. Nothing happened but just talking; after about 15 minutes or so, he said, "Hey what happened? You have not gone yet?"
"I will; after sometime," I replied, ignoring him.
After about a few more minutes, she offered me a little of a shawl and, leaning towards me whispered into my ear, "I know honey; this has been your fantasy." She then laid her hand in my lap and gave my bulge a good squeeze. It was the first time she did that; she kissed me on my cheek and said, "Seriously honey if this is not your fantasy, please stop it. Look carefully your friend has taken it seriously."
She showed me that Arun was clutching her hand while watching the movie. And then giving another good squeeze to my bulge, she whispered, "I have a feeling that you want this."
Then I saw my loving fiancé move to the other side and continuously talk with Arun. Arun distributed his attention between the movie and her; her eyes were on him almost all the time. Things seemed to mellow down after that for a little while but after 20 minutes or so I noticed that Hetal was breathing rather heavily. She was sitting upright; leaning a little forward while Arun had leaned to her side and was whispering something to her. It was difficult for me to see but after a minute or so, her shawl fell down, and I saw Arun's large hands kneading and squeezing her breasts. Hetal's lips were parted, and she was completely lost in those feelings. Realizing that his cover had gone, he let her go, and I saw Hetal fall back into her seat, pulling the shawl over her breasts once again.
After recomposing herself and giving me a couple of minutes to digest what she thought I witnessed, she leaned towards me and whispered, "Your friend seems to be besotted by my breasts. For the past 15 minutes he has been milking them nonstop. I never thought it would be possible to orgasm by simply touching your breasts."
I didn't respond and neither did she expect anything from me. She felt that my penis was still hard as a rock and then asked, "Honey, I am thirsty. Can you please get some water for me?"
I took a few minutes and stood up to get water for her. The thought of what may happen behind my back was weighing on my mind. Fortunately, right outside a canteen boy was loitering, whom I requested to buy a couple of bottles of water. I stepped inside behind those dark curtains and peeped in from the side. Both of them were talking to each other like a loving couple, leaning towards each other; perhaps clasping their hands once again. The spot boy returned in a minute and I slowly entered the box theater back again without making any noise. Waiting for them to ignore the noise made by the door that was pulled in, I slowly kneeled down and stepped to the side from the curtains and peeped in to see that Arun had made his move and was kissing my lovely fiancé.
There was no pretense as she reciprocated with equal fervor to his intense kiss. Don't know if it was the first time they kissed, but it certainly didn't seem so. Obviously I had missed some earlier tell-tale signs. After a minute or so, he tugged on her hand and she reluctantly kneeled in front of him after checking for me. And that was a slap on my face as he once again proved to be a master seducer. Fortunately, she spent about 3-4 minutes and finally got back on her seat. I chose that moment to enter and offered her the water bottle. Arun excused himself and no sooner did he exit, she sat on my lap and started kissing me. It was a short but intense kiss and for the first time I felt that she was incredibly worked up; her breath was so alluring that I kept on kissing her until she put a stop.
Upon his return Arun made an excuse that he will have to leave as he remembered something. Hetal looked at me and said, "Let's go. The movie is not fun. You, too, had to leave, right?" Without giving me an opportunity to argue she dragged me out. Everything seemed normal but on the way Arun wanted to swing by our garment factory shop as he wanted to pick something up from there. Needless to mention that Hetal dragged me along. As expected I got pulled into some business related things while Arun went about his way to gather his things and Hetal followed him after waiting for a few minutes.
Our factory had a private room back where sometimes we rested or worked privately. I suspected that Arun headed to the same room; no other employee generally was allowed in that area, so it offered plenty of privacy. I rushed back to that alley and before turning into the alley I peeked to see if they were present and there in the alley itself, Arun had pinned her against a wall and was kissing her deeply. My wildest fantasies were turning out to be true. As, I said this was the back side of the factory with one exit to the backside of the factory that was locked from the inside. The entrance to this alley was from the front, but it was gated by another door that was usually locked as well; only a select few people had access to the door as well.
My lovely finance kneeled down and finished what she had started in the theater. She devoured his long equipment ardently and within 5 minutes he ejaculated inside her mouth. They didn't spend too much time; Arun went into the room and told her to head back as he may need some time. I rushed back out of the outer room and waited for her to exit. She was surprised to find me there but requesting me to keep quiet, she led me back into that dark, outer room.
She hugged me and said, "I love you Jignesh." She softly kissed me on my lips and waited for me to say something.
"What was going on in the theater Hetal?" I asked.
"You know don't you?" she said playfully. I was stunned with her sudden change in demeanor but had no courage to either counter or argue with her. She waited for a moment and then said, "Despite what it may seem, I love you and definitely want to marry you."
"Are you still worked up?" she whispered and felt my bulge again. She smiled and said, "hey listen Arun is feeling very lonely. Do you mind picking me up this evening again, so that we can spend some time at your place?"
"What? At home?"
"It's safe at home, right?" she suggested.
"But Hetal do you think this is right?" I asked.
"Come on Jignesh," she replied, "wasn't I honest with you about my previous affairs?"
"Besides we still aren't married yet so just think of my affair with Arun as one of those?"
"Hetal really? Can you even hear yourself?"
"Jignesh I thought of you as a considerate husband," she said teasing me and added, "Arun is your closest friend and has always had a very good relationship with your previous girlfriends. So, I was making sure he doesn't have any complaints against your wife."
"Hetal that was in the past," I reasoned.
"You are unnecessarily worried Jignesh. I love you and not him and this is only harmless fun for him as well. He has no interest in marrying me. Think of this as a special bond between a Devar and his Bhabi."
"Come let's go," she led me saying, "don't fret over it. We can talk in the evening."
That day I learnt that I indeed was a cuckold as my sister had claimed earlier. As per the plan she visited me in the evening and after having cursory talks with my parents we moved upstairs. My sister brought up tea and some snacks. Hetal seemed to be nervous sitting inside our bedroom; this was going to be our bedroom after our wedding. I showed her a few things of mine as my sister put down tea and the snacks on the bedside table. When I tried to take the tea cup, she held my hand and said, "Come I need to talk to you."
She led me to her room and closed the door and said, "She is not here for you. Apparently she has some unfinished business with Arun."
"Didi this is too much," I blurted, frustrated by my own sister's behavior and fiance's behavior.
"Don't make a scene, Jignesh," she reprimanded me.
"It's such a splendid opportunity to watch him mount your fiance but your ego is all riled up. I don't think you can handle it. So, better just stay with me here."
"But Didi," I pleaded.
"Come let me comfort you," she said and offered me her breast to suckle on. We waited in that room for perhaps half-hour or so when I heard a soft knock on the door. It was Hetal. My sister had been consoling me all along but finally when Hetal was knocking on the door, she said, "Now listen Jignesh. You better behave with her and don't make a scene. This was bound to happen, so don't vent it out on her."
Hetal stepped inside the dark room as my sister finally stepped out. Hetal locked the door and stepping inside hugged me first and then softly kissed me on my lips. Her breath smelled of semen; a handful of times I had smelled it on my sister's breath and by now I was used to it. She made me sit and said, "I know this is all crazy Jignesh. Arun told me that you had this fantasy for long and he made it real with 3 other girlfriends, so it only made sense that he did with me i.e. your future wife as well. Just like he took their virginity, he also took mine."
"Please don't be mad at me my love," she softly whispered to me.
"You are so mean Hetal," I said, containing my feelings. My sister didn't think of me as a man and now even my wife thought the same way. At least my sister was older than me, so I could console myself but with Hetal it hurt a lot more.
"I am sorry Jignesh," she said, taking her hand into my pajamas and grasping my semi-hard penis. She latched onto my lips and I tasted the bitterness both literally and figuratively.
"Jignesh you are not blaming me, now are you?" she asked me, breaking her kiss cursorily. She kissed me even more intensely now; her hand slowly started stroking my hard penis.
"Ever since I met him, I knew his intentions weren't right but you didn't seem to mind anything at all," she said looking at me, wiping my tears that had accidentally spilled.
"He charmed me from the very first day and pursued me relentlessly. He did it right in front of you and you never shielded me," she continued.
"I just thought you wanted to share your most prized possession with him," she added and continued kissing me.
"Was this the first time you kissed him?" I asked hesitantly. She pulled back and looked at me strangely.
"You don't think of me as a slut for sleeping with him the very first day I kissed him," she countered.
"Then when?" I asked. She continued slowly stroking my penis and blushing for a moment, she said,
"The very first day we met he tried, but I avoided his lips but the very next day he pinched and played with my breasts so much that I didn't have an option but to offer my lips."
"Also, it wasn't the first time I gave him a blowjob; it was the 5th time but the first time in front of you."
She kissed me and started stroking me furiously. It took less than a minute for me to ejaculate.
This continued for the next several days until almost the day of our marriage arrived. On the day of our marriage as Arun left, he graciously thanked and congratulated me. He told me that I was lucky to marry such a hot and beautiful girl but also warned that she was a total slut and an easy target. He promised to come back and help me out, once he has taken care of his work abroad. There was a sense of longing in Hetal's eyes as he stepped off the stage. We were mostly done with the picture taking ceremony and were casually chatting as the rest of the crowd left us alone.
"Is he leaving tonight?" she asked, ensuring that none of the folks were near us. She had not heard what Arun had said to me in private, so I didn't think she was going to say anything more, but I asked, "Why?"
"Nothing," she said but as she playfully toyed with my emotions and waited for me to prod her again. When I finally did, she asked, "As per the tradition, he has taken the virginity of all your girlfriends. It's only fair that he gets to make out with your bride on your wedding night, don't you think?"
I almost choked hearing that but managed to mumble, "his flight is tonight Hetal."
"So," she shot a look at me and whispered, "don't you want your wedding night to be memorable?"
I nodded nervously. To that she gave me her lovely smile and said, "then go ask him to stay."
I wasn't unsure about how to convince him to stay back a few more days. I was certain that he wouldn't mind but felt awkward as he would know clearly why I was asking him to stay back. When I asked Hetal, "What should I say," she gave me a look and then clasped my hand leaning into my ear, she softly whispered, "Just ask him to stay Jignesh. I know you want him to do the honors."
"Tell him, it's okay to cum inside your wife and impregnate her," she added in her seductive voice.
I couldn't believe that my wife really wanted to spend our first night with him and even allow him to impregnate her. He had impregnated my sister and apparently a few other women, so I was aware of his nefarious intentions, but I didn't think my wife would actually want it.
My sister understood my quandary and approached me as we headed towards our rooms to call it a night. We briefly spoke, and she wasn't surprised as Hetal was enamored by his gigantic penis compared to my small one. She told me as Arun was like family, this is not a bad idea and given that he had fathered her three boys, it entirely made sense to her. Not a soul suspected even after 12 years of her affair with him. Her eldest son was already as tall as her, and it seemed he would be taking after his real father, Arun, who was 6' tall.
Arun was all packed up and ready to leave when I asked him not to go and there was something very important that I had to discuss. He seemed confused for a while but as I led him to our powder rooms backstage; most of the folks had left already; only the family friends were remaining and my sister arranged for us in such a way that there was relative privacy for the three of us.
My beautiful bride, still fully dressed in her evening attire for our reception was in his arms, french kissing Arun in no time. It was a surreal experience to see her make out so openly right in front of me with no regard for my presence. They left me stranded in the main room to keep an eye on any intruders and entered the large makeup room. They pushed the door but there was a small slit through which I could see them make out further and Hetal knelt down in front of him to take his dark, long penis in her mouth. She didn't spend too much and sat on the platform in front of the mirror and let Arun fuck her. Her moans and groans left no doubt in my mind that she really wanted to be bred by him. He furiously stroked her for 10 minutes or so before ejaculating inside her. Hetal was delirious all through and perhaps had orgasm'd several times in such a short span of time. She then obediently took his spent penis in her mouth and cleaned it up before emerging from the room.
Arun was beaming as he emerged and Hetal a little shy but smiling. Arun hugged me lovingly as he had always treated me like a younger brother.
"Thank you for such a nice gift," he said.
"Your wife is very tasty; I will keep on visiting you to savor her periodically," he said.
"Good luck now," he said, "I got to rush now."
"Tell him," pleaded my wife. I was stunned and puzzled by her insistence.
"What?" he asked puzzled, but I froze, so Hetal took the initiative and said.
"He is too embarrassed to say anything, but I know what he wants," she said and then looking at me once more she added, "Why don't you stay for a few more days Arun?"
"You know he lacks experience, right?"
"Without you, he feels lost; so perhaps you can show how things are done in the bedroom. And just like the way you helped grow his sister's family, you can also help start his family," she said and avoided looking at both of us.
Arun was puzzled and asked me, "are you sure?"
"Of course not Arun," interjected Hetal.
"But you just saw, he was fine with it," she added, "it is only befitting that you take his wife on the first night."
"Besides it is a good time as well; you know what I mean," she said as Arun stepped out. Both Arun and me were stunned with Hetal's open approach.
"What has gotten into you?" I asked, but she simply replied, "Shut up Jignesh." and kissed me, passing me the bitter taste of his semen.
"Come now," she led after kissing me for a minute or so.
"I know you are longing to see my pussy," she said and led me to the same room and same place where Arun was fucking her. She sat on the platform and started pulling up her gown and motioned me to kneel down.
"Come on, go ahead?" she urged me as she exposed her damp pantie to me. It was soaking wet with their juices; it mostly was his semen though. She played with my hair for a few moments and then gently pulled my head into her groin. As my lips touched her pantie and I inhaled the musky odor, I realized that it was the most surreal experience of my life. Until then I had never experienced such intense odors. Hetal slid aside the gusset and let me lips land on her pussy. She audibly moaned as my tongue parted her lips and let Arun's thick semen gush out onto my lips and mouth. As my tongue started plowing through her distended pussy, she urged me and continued her moaning. I was incredibly worked up; my senses were on fire as I took in every detail while lapping her pussy. After I finished licking it clean, she offered the inside of the gusset and said, "there is more here." Sheepishly I licked it clean as well.
"This used to be a thin slit," she said as she showed me her gaping hole. Her pink lips looked deep red and her hole was quite wide enough for me to insert a finger (and perhaps two) without touching her lips.
Finally, she kissed me as we both wrapped up our episode.
"I love you," she whispered and added, "don't worry; none of this is something you didn't desire."
"It would have taken a lot of courage on your part to do something like this but I felt that a splendid opportunity would slip away if I didn't take the initiative. Let's celebrate our first night and honeymoon in this special manner with him."
We cleaned up and went our own ways for the night as our plan was to sleep separately and only consummate our marriage the following night after a few more ceremonies were done. I won't bore you with the details about our first night where my friend Arun consummated our marriage on my behalf. Hetal did not let Arun sleep even for a minute as he fucked her in all 6 times and spending over 5 hours having sex. Most of it happened with me in the room as Hetal wanted me to be present.
Similar episodes unfolded 2 more nights after which Arun finally flew back. Hetal was sexually exhausted and even though we were together for two more nights, she hardly any interest in sex; definitely not with me.
We resumed our normal life after returning from the honeymoon and actually consummated our own marriage under our own roof, in the same bedroom where Arun had mounted my sister for the first time. Hetal didn't let me know too much initially about her errand behavior with Arun and why she had a sudden change of mood. Within two months, she announced her pregnancy; our whole household was extremely happy with the news. They feared that just like Mamta's case it would take a lot of time.
"He is quite a stud isn't it?" she said as she mentioned to me about her pregnancy. Arun took her only during her fertile period and she ended up getting pregnant. Clearly, Hetal really wanted to make our wedding night a memorable occasion.
"Do you think it would be a boy, just like Didi's?" she asked.
"What would you like to name him?" I asked her.
"Name him after his father?" I asked. I was tense and nervous with this news; didn't know how to take it. Arun was dear to me but still living with such a fate wasn't something that I had imagined. She hugged me and softly whispered, "This is our child and even though you may think I love Arun and not you; that is not the truth."
It took me a few weeks to finally digest the news. Even though I wasn't willing to accept the consequences of my own cuckold thoughts, I knew that such a fate had been waiting for me. Arun kept distance from both of us and so did Mamta Didi, which allowed us to connect with each other. Hetal was a sex-crazed woman and demanded sex incessantly. We had often sex three times every day; fortunately, she was fine with my size, but she loved it more when I went down on her. Hetal was hot as hell and I didn't mind tasting any part of her body. Hetal was a great kisser; something that she had mastered over a period of many years, according to her, and certainly took great advantage of that ability. She loved kissing me any time; it was not uncommon for us to kiss deeply 5-6 times daily outside the bedroom.
Hetal was a straight shooter and often handled her conversations in a direct manner. However, I had noticed that she was extra careful when talking about my cuckold tendencies. I was intrigued by her approach towards life as she didn't seem to be afraid of anything; life was an adventure for her. She would often say that before we realize, we would be old and saddled with responsibilities of providing for families and hence she didn't waste any time and got married soon after her 18th birthday. She viewed sex as an integral and very important of her life. Furthermore, she had a rather unconventional outlook towards life and since she had a well-developed body for her age, she was exposed to sexual advances of several men around her. Everyone from her cousins, her friends to some elderly relatives took advantage of her at some point or other. Two of her cousins were quite close to her; with them, she practiced the art of kissing and oral sex. It was mostly fun since none of them were really experienced and until then it hadn't provided them with the sexual satisfaction that was required to encourage them to explore further.
Nothing was serious but of course until she started maturing sexually. She no longer was interested in her cousins; she longed for the attention of real men. It didn't take long for men to take notice of her as well and now men who were much older than her were keen on exploiting her charms. She had been sexually intimate with about 10 people before marriage. It was mostly kissing and some oral sex; she was till a virgin although one of them came pretty close to taking her virginity.
By the time she met Arun, she was quite experienced to learn who was fascinated by her and who was worthy of pursuing. Arun seemed like a perfect candidate and when she saw that I disregarded Arun's attempts of taking my wife, she knew that I was a cuckold and wouldn't object to her sexual affairs with other men.
Arun visited us a few more times during her pregnancy and spent a few days and nights screwing her nonstop. He could have easily impregnated her had she not been already pregnant. Unfortunately he was getting engaged to a white woman, and so he didn't think he would have many chances with Hetal again, so spent a good couple of weeks with her.
Our life continued normally for a few years and quite surprisingly Hetal kept a good control on her wayward tendencies and didn't create any scandals that I dreaded. On the 2nd birthday of our little one, my mother mentioned we are eagerly waiting for the next one; when would he arrive? Hetal blushed and toyed with me by whispering, "I too have been waiting."
That night as we turned into the bed, she reached out to me and softly asked, "So when are you going to invite Arun?"
"Hetal you know that Arun is out of the picture," I quickly replied. She always inquired about him and in the past three years, he barely visited us a couple of times, each time only for a day or two. Hetal would not let him sleep throughout his stay with us. She loved sex with him and would have definitely liked becoming his wife. Arun had warned me that she was a nymphomaniac and couldn't be satisfied with just one man and even though I thought of Arun as a sex machine, he too wasn't sure about his capability to quench her thirst. My lovely wife was about 21 at that time; her hormones were raging, and she surely needed another man in her life. Mamta had warned me about that as well.
"Then how am I supposed to get pregnant?" she asked, with a sense of tease in her voice.
"Should I invite your cousins to come over?"
"No stupid," she retorted, slapping my butt playfully.
"Don't you think that would be like incest? I have heard that in-breeding also leads to a lot of genetic diseases."
"Besides, doesn't your family have real men? Why not call them?"
"What? Who?"
She smiled and let the topic pass.
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