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.
My eager wife stood on her toes; supporting herself against the wall and using the water pipes for leverage, presented her butt to him. He bent his knees and aligned his penis with her opening and pushed it inside; she gasped for air as soon as his penis made its way in. She grimaced as the old servant tried to push it inside as much as he could. She clenched her teeth and hung onto the water pipe. She couldn't control herself and let out a loud moan that the old man suppressed it by covering her mouth with his hand. And then he pushed his penis all the way in with a powerful thrust that practically lifted her off the ground; she yelped but the man had covered her mouth. My dear wife was gasping for air as she struggled to keep her balance impaled by the biggest penis I had seen in my life. He held her from behind and slowly started rotating his pelvis. Moments later she shuddered with an earth shattering climax; something I had only imagined in my dreams. He waited for her to settle down and then started his slow stroking. She was completely lost now and turned back and offered her lips to this old man, who had given her the best orgasm of her life.
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.
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.
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.
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.
A year later my wife considered getting pregnant again and got her IUD removed. It was no surprise when our guest spent a whole week at our place during her fertile period and every night mounted my wife and even during the days mounted her on every opportunity. Needless to mention that she missed her periods the very next month. Our financial situation changed and we moved to a bigger and better place but the visits from our guests continued as expected. In fact, it became common for him to spend 3-4 nights every week, clearly monopolizing my wife's time in the bedroom. Her affair with him lasted almost 15 years during which time he impregnated her three times. It didn't take much to understand since they were much darker than our other children. Fortunately they all were boys, so it didn't seem that odd. Towards the last decade of their affair, things were transparent to all three of us and we apportioned our times in a tacit manner. The good part was that now my wife would be eager to fellate me and even let me take her anally whenever I desired her. But only after I ate her pussy filled with her lover's semen.
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.
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.
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