Preet Kaur - The Town Whore

Chapter 1 - Introductions

We are a young couple from Punjab, India, who now live in the United States. My name is Manni, and my wife's name is Preet. She is four years younger than me, at the age of 28. We've been married for nearly four years and are expecting our second child. During my high school years, I moved to the United States and completed a substantial part of my education here. Unlike the majority of Punjabis in the United States, I am well educated and employed in government service. However, I did have an entrepreneur streak and was running a small business on the side. My parents died, in an accident, when I was in high school, forcing me to relocate to the United States.

Ours is a typical arranged marriage, with me marrying her shortly after meeting her in India. We had our first child within the first year. I was sexually experienced, and it appeared that my wife was as well, though I wasn't certain at the time. I was mostly an American and had several girlfriends over the years because I had studied in the US from a young age. Some relationships lasted a few years, but the majority were brief. Before our marriage, I had heard a few rumours about Preet from my cousin in India, but I didn't fully believe him at the time. Besides, I was open-minded, and she was so lovely that I couldn't say no.

Preet is a well-educated, modern woman from a middle class family. She is quite tall by Indian standards (5' 8"), but this is not uncommon for Punjabi women. Her body was rather slender when she married, but her breasts and ass always stood out clearly, even in her conservative Indian attire. She gained a little weight during her pregnancy, which she was eager to lose. However, despite her valiant efforts, she was unable to return to her original form, and I, like many others, preferred her in her new avatar.

She appeared rounder and fuller. Her breasts were clearly visible now, and her ass was something guys lusted after. She has a blemish-free milky white complexion, deep brown, big eyes, a sharp nose, and delicate red lips that match perfectly. Her black, wavy hair and pale complexion gave her the appearance of an Italian. When she went out partying with some of our friends, it was normal for American men, both white and black, to make a pass at her.

She had a lot of admirers in our community and even at her workplace; she taught in primary school. Most men in my community were not well educated and were not married to such refined women, so her beauty and the elegance with which she carried herself attracted them. She'd generally be dressed in her Indian outfit, but every now and then she'd change into her favorite tight-fitting jeans, and these men couldn't stop staring at my wife's butt. In her traditional dress, these men would be more interested in her breasts. Preet was aware of this, but she ignored it because she believed that men were always interested in such things, and it seemed natural to her.

I finally started talking to her about these men's interest in her around our first anniversary. She was initially offended, but eventually didn't mind my aimless rambling about my observations. She was a regular woman who believed that guys were constantly interested in women and would jump into bed with them, given the chance. She didn't say it openly to me, but that's how she acted--always casually.

She, like most women, wanted to make sure I didn't think of her as a slut. Other guys were drawn to her not because of her naughty behavior, but because she was a naturally attractive woman. It was rather simple for me to persuade her of this. In our village, most men were farmers, and they would normally say, "All a guy needs is a young, fertile lady to spread his seeds." In these men's eyes, Preet was the epitome of such a woman, so they gravitated toward her. This was not lost on the women of our small community, but Preet had such a pleasant disposition and never glanced at other men sexually that the women were sure that Preet would not steal their husbands.

As is typical, I spilt the beans and told her that if the opportunity arose, I wouldn't mind seeing her in the arms of another man. She was furious with me and gave me the cold shoulder for weeks. I promised her unequivocally that I would be faithful and play the part of a devout spouse, and that I truly wanted to give her the finest in life. She eventually let it go, but made it clear that she wasn't my slave and wouldn't do anything to satisfy me. But something changed in her manner, and she finally let me lick her anus. I had been attempting to do so for over a year, but she had always refused. Not only that, but she also let me take her anally.

Preet had the most beautiful ass that men would die for. Since our marriage, I've spent a lot of time licking her cheeks, but she wouldn't allow me to stick my tongue into the deepest recesses of her body. She genuinely became a voluptuous woman after her pregnancy, and the closest actress in terms of body form that she resembled due to her tall physique was Monica Bellucci from the film Malena. It wasn't lost on her that there were a slew of young lads who were smitten by her.

Preet began exercising frequently after her pregnancy in an attempt to lose weight and began taking better care of herself. She had been thinking about it for a while, but perhaps learning that I was excited by the prospect of other guys chasing her spurred her to act. She wasn't particularly overweight, but her efforts paid off after a few months, and at the next get-together, I saw a completely different Preet. She was as pleasant and cordial as usual, but she made it easier for males to linger around her and look at her body parts. That evening, I was simmering with lust as I watched my pretty wife parade in front of those hungry lechers.

After returning from the party, I pounced on her, and for the first time, we had sex in our living room; it was our first time in the living room. After a few intense kisses, I pushed her back on the sofa and dove into her pussy. She was oozing with juices, which I eagerly lapped up and sucked, resulting in an incredible orgasm. That was unusual for us; generally, after a few minutes of licking, she would demand that I mount her. That day, even though she wanted me to mount her, I kept licking her until she relented and let me lick her for 20 minutes. As I mounted her, I briefly recounted what I had seen that evening for her benefit before shooting my load into her.

I woke her up again in the middle of the night and had sex with her in a similar manner, spending a lot of time licking her. Finally, in the early morning, I repeated the process. We had numerous such experiences earlier in our marriage, but it was probably in the first few months when the novelty of our marriage hadn't worn off. Preet acted normally the next day, never mentioning the passion we shared the night before.

The next night, Preet introduced me to her true self. She met me at the door in her sexiest lingerie, showcasing her new body after her delivery, and passionately kissed me right at the entrance of our house. She then brought me inside and, after a brief lap dance, began giving me a blowjob. Until then, she would unwillingly take my penis in her mouth, but that evening she finally showed off her talent, sucking my penis so expertly that I came in only 5 minutes. I couldn't stop myself and flooded her mouth with my cum, which she swallowed without revolting.

We had a heart-to-heart conversation that night, and she eventually admitted that she wasn't completely honest about her past. She did tell me about her boyfriend, but she didn't say anything about them having a physical relationship other than kissing each other. She informed me that her boyfriend pressured her to have sex after several sessions of passionate kissing and groping. She kept refusing him, until one day she gave in and took his penis in her mouth. The stink of his penis revolted her, but he was dead set on fucking her mouth. She got through it the first time, despite throwing up a couple of times, and finished her blowjob. He splattered his sperm on her face and hair.

She felt ashamed and avoided seeing him for a month, but after that, she gave him another blowjob, and this time she truly enjoyed it. She rubbed her own vagina while allowing him to fuck her mouth. That experience had a bizarre element to it that left an indelible impression on her psyche. She learned that she enjoyed sucking him off and giving him blowjobs became the norm. She insisted that sexual relations would occur only after marriage.

She must have given him over 100 blowjobs during their two-year romance. These weren't blowjobs, but rather mouth fucks in which he seesawed through her mouth for over 20 minutes nonstop. She revealed that he took some images of her in those nefarious positions, but she ordered him to delete them as soon as he took them in order to avoid a scandal.

That night, we talked some more and eventually got to the subject of my perversion. She was worried about its effect on our marriage and hence didn't want to explore it. Preet would never actively participate in these debates; she would merely listen and rarely encourage me. She always tried to dissuade me in some way, but after taking such a brave step of admitting in front of my own wife that I wasn't man enough for her and that I really wanted a real guy to have her, I couldn't stop halfway. During one of these discussions, she eventually stated the obvious.

"Let me set the record straight, Manni. You want your wife to be a whore of town? You want all these low-class men, who can barely hold an intelligible conversation with either of us, to mount her and breed her?"

We'd gotten past the point where either of us felt offended.

Our relationship had actually matured to the point where we learned to be curious about each other and better understand each other's needs. All I could do was nod, hearing her say it in such a direct way. Our sex life had greatly improved, and we loved this new chapter of our lives, as we both felt eager to explore and conquer new frontiers in our relationship.

I took a risk and purchased a custom-made pantie with the words "Preet Kaur-The Town Whore" printed in black on the back and gave it to her. Preet was amused, and even blushed, by my audacity. I wanted to convey that I meant what I had said. She paraded it in front of me a few times, but was afraid it would fall into the wrong hands. After a dozen or more flaunts, it's gone for good.

I mustered the guts to purchase a dildo for her and introduce it into our normal sex routine. She didn't object and began to enjoy it as we were making love. I encouraged her to have a threesome with the dildo in her pussy while I took her anally because we had started having anal sex. It was an intense experience for her, but she soon began to like it and even looked forward to it on a regular basis.

We kept talking about who would be the best lover for her, but she kept turning me down. We went to see a movie at an open air theatre nearby around that time and had an unusual experience. The entire evening, our family friend's only son, who had just turned 18, was quite interested in my wife. Several times during the film, as a couple of us sat in our SUV with the hood rolled up, he tried to touch her. She thought it was me at first, but it was him from behind, and after ignoring him a few times, she shoved his hand away rather forcefully.

During the intermission, I excused myself to grab some snacks for everyone. When I returned, I saw Preet and our neighbor's son heading towards the toilets. My heart almost stopped beating at that moment, and I dashed to the lavatory behind them after handing over the snacks to our friend's family. It was a long walk to the lavatory, and I had plenty of time to catch up. It was practically deserted because the movie was about to begin. As I neared, I noticed them walk around and behind the restrooms.

A small light illuminated that space, and I could see my wife holding his hand and pushing him against the wall. He was a lot shorter than she was, maybe 5' 4" or 5' 5", so her interest in him amazed me. He was a handsome, young man, roughly 8 years my wife's junior. She pushed him against the wall and spoke to him in hushed tones. I couldn't hear them, but eventually learned what they were talking about from Preet.

"You think you've grown into a man now, ha?" She asked, pushing him up against the wall. Her hand caressed his body and made its way to his groin. He was delirious, anticipating her next moves, but Preet firmly seized his balls and all he could manage was to squeal. Preet was a strong lady, and men sometimes underestimated her. I knew our next-door neighbor's son was in a lot of pain.

"Do you honestly believe you can score with me? With this pencil dick of yours? "

"Please, Preet Bhabhi," he begged.

"I'm sorry," he wailed. Preet took sadistic pleasure in domineering over him. Her lips were dangerously close to his, and I'm sure they could both feel each other's breath. She let go of his bulge after about a minute, but continued to fondle it. The boy was plainly terrified and didn't dare move an inch. I heard his zipper squeak; she opened his fly and fished out his weenie, as she later described it to me.

"You don't even appear to be fully grown yet," she said softly. She looked at him keenly and felt his penis, which appeared to be completely erect but seemed quite small. Seeing Preet take an interest in him, he mustered courage and inched closer to her. Her lips were only about a couple of inches away from his.

"You've been trying to fondle my ass or touch my breasts all evening. Do you truly believe you are a man capable of pleasing a real woman?"

"This is a pencil dick," she said calmly, "and you need to grow up, boy. I won't even feel it in my pussy."

"Perhaps your mother weaned you off milk early?"

"Drink some milk first," she advised, directing his gaze to her breast. It was a bizarre sight to see her immediately open her flap and guide her breast into his eager mouth. She towered above him, making it easy for him to suck milk from her chest while standing. She would constantly drip milk, so feeding him would not have deprived our son. She let him nurse for around 3--4 minutes before pushing him away.

"I will chop your balls off if you tell anyone," she said.

"Bhabhi, may I kiss you?" he stammered.

"What?"

"Grow up first," she remarked as she walked back briskly. I took an alternate route and arrived at our car before she did. Our son was wailing for her, so she quickly sat back down and began feeding him. Our next-door neighbor's kid arrived and took a seat next to her as others were taken. Now they were alone in the SUV as everyone else had gathered outside of it as the movie had reached an interesting point. For the most part, my attention was drawn to them, and I gradually moved behind our SUV to the opposite side. The windows were somewhat rolled down, and I could make out vague motions. She was leaning back against the rear seat, and he sat right next to her.

After a few moments, I noticed she was groping his penis. Because it was rather dark, I could only make out her hand gestures. Only a few minutes later, he appeared to have ejaculated as he rapidly exited the vehicle and dashed to the bathrooms.

Preet didn't say anything about it, so I let it go. At home, though, fireworks were in order, and I pounced on her and similarly licked her till she orgasmed. She didn't fellate me on a regular basis since, in her opinion, my small penis was not worthy of worship, as I had always imagined. She would occasionally fellate the enormous dildo while I ate her out. Inside, I was relieved to discover that my wife had finally let down her guard and seemed eager to explore.

Our neighbor's son visited us several times, but she always kicked him out. It appeared as if she had changed her mind. I wondered if she was regretting her momentary lapse in judgment and if I'd ever see her mating with another man again. My wife's promiscuous journey, on the other hand, was just getting started.

I had been paying close attention to all the men who were interested in my wife, and over the last year or so, I had condensed the list down to two men who were attempting to charm Preet. Sunny, a very close family friend, was one of them. Preet was very close to his wife and assisted them during her pregnancy. Sunny's wife was in her last trimester during Preet's pregnancy, so she regularly assisted them with their errands at home. Sunny would visit us virtually every day, and both Sunny's wife and I were fine with Sunny and Preet staying at home or even spending the night at our or his house.

Sunny was a womanizer who knew how to seduce ladies. Preet appreciated the attention he lavished on her. It was obvious to her that he was hitting on her because he always did it when his wife was not present. He didn't mind flirting with her in front of me. One evening, I had noticed as my wife was comforting our crying son after a party and Sunny was standing right across chatting her up. I was cleaning up after the party when I found she had undone the flap right in front of him and had breastfed our son to soothe him. I was outside on the patio, and perhaps she didn't think I'd notice, but I did and was taken aback by her frisky behavior.Sunny was around 9 years my wife's senior, physically fit, and a couple of inches taller than Preet. He appeared to be an excellent prospect since I sensed chemistry between them.

The second man was Inder, a family acquaintance whom I had known for more than a decade. He, too, was a prominent member of our town, rising from humble beginnings as a truck driver to that of a local businessman who owned a small truck company as well as numerous other small businesses in our neighborhood. Inder, who was about 43 years old, was renowned in our neighborhood as a fiery and flamboyant personality. He had a 16-year-old son from his first wife and two young children from his second wife, who was about 9 years Preet's senior.

Preet was never at ease with Inder or his second wife, Anju, and especially not with his oldest son. There was something lacking that I couldn't put my finger on, but as our chats progressed, I began to wonder about it.

One day, when I slowly shared the list of men who I thought would be suitable lovers for her, her eyes lit up when I mentioned Sunny's name. I had given a lot of irrelevant names to avoid her thinking that I had spent a lot of time on it.

"Of course you know Sunny," she replied, "he's been hitting on me nonstop since his wife entered the last trimester of her pregnancy. As though he needed sexual satisfaction from another woman, who also happened to be pregnant at the time."

"Come on, Preet, you are a gorgeous and sexy woman," I joked, "Men will always find you appealing. Didn't you tell me that such fancies are quite common?"

"Of course, he found me beautiful because his wife was denying him sex, but why would he believe I'd have sex with him during my third trimester? Couldn't he then have sex with his wife?"

"His wife is nowhere near your league," I reasoned, "and don't you believe it's your job as a town whore to support such guys who are deprived of sex?"

She chuckled as she realized how absurd she sounded.

"I'd often wonder how middle-aged men handled their needs. Their spouses would have lost all of their drives and attractions by then. I've heard of senior males in the family sleeping with younger ladies of the family, usually the daughter-in-laws. Do you believe such things happen?" She asked.

She'd been reading a few stories online to help her comprehend the insanity that had enslaved her husband. We let the topic rest. It was obvious to her that a 25-year-old lady was far more appealing to Sunny than his own 33-year-old wife. Besides, Preet was a stunningly beautiful woman, and none of the women in our community could have matched her beauty or grace.

Preet led a dual life; at work, she mingled with well-educated individuals, but at home and in our community, she was surrounded by largely blue-collar workers who earned a livelihood by working in restaurants, gas stations, and farm jobs, among other things. She wasn't embarrassed about it, but there was a difference between how women in our group acted and how Indian women in her elite circle behaved.

We were invited to dinner at Inder's house the following weekend. Inder was like an extended family to us because he helped my uncle financially in the beginning and helped us get work when we moved to the United States. He was also a decent man, and we felt blessed to be socially connected to them. Preet would always find an excuse to avoid them, but I would always persuade her by emphasizing the value of being in the inner group.

There were a few other people at the supper, and everything appeared to be normal.

"Manni, I think we should quit mingling with them," Preet finally stated on the way back.

"Why?"

"You know, Inder doesn't have good intentions," she nonchalantly remarked.

"Come on, Preet. None of the men have good intentions about you. You can't hold it against Inder. The teenage boys were talking about gorgeous women from our families the other day, and you were their favorite."

"They called you Malena from Punjab," I joked.

At home, after a brief kiss, I pounced on her and dove into her pussy. She was feverishly lubricating; her own fluids were matted across her pussy lips, and I could see she was excited about becoming Inder's slut.

"Preet, did Inder actually finger you? You're leaking so much of the precum," I blurted out.

"Shut up, Manni," she said, but as soon as my tongue slithered into her slick hole, she began moaning. Even though she stated she didn't like him, there was a spark between them that was worth pursuing. I ate her for an eternity, and after about 20 minutes, Preet had a big climax. She allowed me to mount, and after a brief storking of 5 minutes, as is customary on such occasions, I ejaculated inside her.

Preet wasn't fully comfortable discussing him, but after a few more days of exploring, she informed me that he would constantly make an effort to touch her. During supper, he was reportedly stroking her buttocks and thighs. He often did it, but this time it was obvious that he was trying to exploit her.

"How come you didn't say anything?" I inquired.

"I didn't want to cause a fuss," she explained, "and anyway, he appears to be an elderly man from our family, and I didn't believe it would be proper to bring shame to our own family."

"Hmm... Yes, you did the right thing," I commented.

"People would doubt your character," I said.

"He has a young wife at home, so it doesn't sound like he'd try his luck with you. From everyone's point of view, you are like his daughter-in-law."

"I didn't want to come across as cold-hearted, but I also understood that if she had taken a risk, it might have easily blown things out of proportion. He was not only like family, but also a significant man in our community. Preet was sympathetic about it and handled it well."

"You know, Preet," I said, after a moment's contemplation, "Inder would also be a fantastic candidate."

She blushed and brushed it off. I had been seeking a decent fuckmate for her online, unbeknownst to her. I knew she was drawn to black males, so I posted a few of her photos online to pique the interest of black men in our neighborhood. Several men thought she was quite attractive and exchanged images of their dicks with her. Needless to say, they were far longer in length than our present dildo. She felt insulted, but she was also intrigued by the fact that so many well-endowed guys were interested in her.

"No way, Manni; I will not do this; certainly not for you," she stated emphatically. I let it simmer for a few days. I didn't think we were ready for the next step, but I didn't want to lose momentum, so I pushed for it. We had to travel to India in two weeks for a relative's wedding; it was a long holiday, so nothing would have happened anyway.

Even though she didn't seem interested when I gave her the images, I subsequently noticed her covertly inspecting them. That was enough to tell me that dark-skinned folks piqued her interest. The previous dildo I had ordered for her was a little white dildo. I proceeded to order a black-colored, 9-inch dildo.

When Preet came home from work that day, she was surprised to discover it on our dining table.

"Manni, you're going to get us in trouble," she exclaimed, her gaze fixed on that penis sticking upright.

"Do you think it'll even fit?" she inquired as I hugged her from behind. I was confident that Preet was a size queen. She had a wide smile on her face, as I basked in the satisfaction of finally encouraging her to be the woman I desired.

"Do you like the color?" I inquired as she lifted it up and examined it closely.

"It doesn't seem real, but it'll do," she said quietly.

"Did you know my gym buddies had given me a special pantie like the one you gave me?"

"Really?" In awe, I inquired. She dashed into our room and drew the pantie from her drawer.

"Made for Black Men Only," it said.

"They say one of the black gym instructors has a crush on me and has been wooing me," she laughed as my eyes almost popped out.

"No way. You never told me anything about it. Why are we searching for males on the internet?"

"Shut up, Manni," she exclaimed, continuing, "They think of my ass as that perfect PAWG woman designed for black men."

I understood what PAWG stood for and assumed it was a derogatory acronym for overweight women, but after some research, I discovered that I was partially correct, but not in the way I had imagined. It was true that no one liked the term since it implied that you were objectifying women, which of course they don't appreciate, except in the bedroom. The "Phat" element of the acronym stood for "Pretty Hot and Tempting."

"Apparently, black males have this thing about impregnating white women," she went on," and a lady with broad hips is more fertile and can deliver babies more easily."

Preet wasn't like the type of woman who was incredibly overweight or the type of woman that would come up if you searched for the phrase PAWG on the internet. Perhaps she could model plus-size dresses, even if she was on the low end of the "plus" scale. I was confident that the guys in our neighborhood lusted after her butt.

"Preet, you're practically white," I said softly as I nuzzled her neck.

"This is something that you deserved all along," I remarked as I took the penis from her grasp.

"Perhaps he deserved to perform the opening ceremony," I remarked as I turned her around and looked at her luscious lips.

"You think so?" she joked as she returned my kiss. Her breath had a distinctive odor, which I interpreted as a direct result of being in "heat." I loved her breath anyway, but in such moments, I would kiss her for eternity. "What would you do then?" she said after our passionate kiss.

"Don't you already know that?" I pushed her back on the bed, ripped open her pants, and dived into her pussy with zeal. Preet had grown accustomed to the ritual and was now preoccupied with her own pleasure. I ate her for probably two successive climaxes in a good half-hour.

She neglected my own erection after our session, claiming she had chores and our son to attend to.

"Should I contact him? This fitness teacher of yours?" I inquired as she walked to the restroom.

"Who do you think I was with immediately before I came home?" she asked, smiling as she shut the door.

That Preet was different. Preet's confidence had clearly risen. I was madly in love with my wife. She was the most beautiful lady I had ever seen, touched, or tasted. None of the white ladies I'd been with, not even the blondes, were in her league. We had a trustworthy relationship and could discuss such taboo subjects without fear of being criticized. That night, to celebrate our tiny achievement, I prepared a tasty supper for her. Preet was overjoyed, and while we lay on our bed that night, we held each other affectionately and talked openly.

"You know, Manni," she continued, "I was never fully at ease with my body."

"Really? Why?" I was taken aback since she was like an Apsara (maiden) from the heavens to me.

"I was so tall and had this large butt and breasts that lads would often refer to as udders," she remarked, a little hesitantly.

Hearing it, I smiled but quickly comforted her, "That's what men who want your ass and breasts would say, honey. It's not that they don't like them; in fact, they are extremely attracted to them."

"Besides, you're not really overweight," I added carefully, after a lengthy pause, "at all." She gave me a scowl. "You are perfect for me and, trust me, a lot of other men!" I hugged her.

"Do men really fantasize about impregnating women?" she inquired.

"All the time," I assured her.

"You know, all the guys in our neighborhood are hardworking men, and it's only fair that they get what they deserve from their wives after a long day's work. A beautiful woman like you would be a blessing to them. You are not only attractive, but you are also fully capable of raising a large family."

She blushed when she heard me say it out loud.

"True," she continued, "but I don't think......" She identified a few elderly individuals in our town and said, "are getting what they really need at home; their wives are so overweight and out of shape, let alone being attractive."

Preet seemed to have a thing for males in their forties, probably between the ages of 38 and 60. It usually came up in a subtle way, and she could easily slither out of it if I called her out on it. Rather than passing judgment on her, I wanted to investigate and understand her psyche.

"Of course not," I replied, "it's unfair; genuinely speaking, men appear to retain sexual vitality until quite late in life, especially if they work physically demanding jobs."

"Perhaps that's why those stories have grown in popularity--elderly men seducing younger women from their families," she immediately added.

Preet was conducting her own online research, and it appeared that she was captivated by those stories. There are numerous tales on the internet, but what piques our interest becomes the most popular theme. It's not true, but it's what smart algorithms make us believe. She was intelligent enough to recognize when she was being manipulated, so it's possible she entirely missed it or was only pretending.

"Hmm..." I said, nodding. My family had no one who could have done the honors, but thought Inder was close enough to our family that she would consider him in the future.

"Life can be so unfair, can't it?" she asked.

"When women are young, they are gorgeous, horny, and brimming with passion. They are aggressively sought by men prior to marriage, but after marriage, they must find a way to be content with just one man. In later years, when their allure fades, their spouses look for younger women."

I listened to her; she was not a philosophical person, so her introspection had left me in a quandary, and I wondered what was going through her mind. Fortunately, all I had to do was keep an open mind about it.

"If only our culture were more open, both men and women would be able to enjoy their sexual lives equally."

"In what way?"

Women are created in such a way that they can please a large number of men on any given day. Wouldn't it be a win-win situation if younger women took care of the needs of elderly men in their families and older women took care of boys who have reached the age of majority?"

"But aren't elderly women unattractive?"

She remarked wryly, "Young males merely need a warm hole."

"A lady in her early 40s to late 50s, after all, can provide a lot of pleasure to such men who might otherwise resort to porn and prostitutes, right?"

"Preet, it's really difficult to change the world, but we all know that true change starts at home," I responded, intrigued by her idea.

"Do you recall those panties? Those were intended as an advertisement for a community service that we provide, not some form of prostitution," I continued, laughing.

"Shut up," she grumbled.

"Don't you believe your lover requires your attention? I remarked as I picked up the dildo from our bedside table. She kissed me passionately, then pushed my head down and said, "My lover is going to mount me today. Prepare me for him."

Her pussy was already moist, and as always, I enjoyed the taste of her pussy. I took a couple glimpses and noticed Preet sucking on the dildo's knob with her mouth. She even licked the balls after a few minutes. I had no doubt that Preet would fulfill my wish.

She was ready to be taken by her boyfriend (i.e. the dildo) after about 10 minutes of eating her. She wanted to mount him and asked me to offer my penis so she could suck me simultaneously. Within a few minutes of being impaled by her boyfriend, she gasped and shivered with her climax. Obviously, the size was ideal for her. She could take it all in while also experiencing the intensity she seemed to seek. Soon after she climaxed, I shot my cum in her mouth.

It was a Saturday night, and we were both at home watching a movie. Normally, we'd be out partying somewhere else. We planned to travel to India the following weekend for a relative's wedding, so we opted to stay at home and prepare. We sat comfortably on our loveseat, watching another melodramatic film that Preet loved. "Should we name your lover?" I suggested as I rubbed her arm.

"I don't know, you must have thought of one already," she said, ignoring me.

When I didn't react, she glanced at me and asked, "So, is it going to be Sunny or Inder?"

Preet had finally accepted me as a cuckold and didn't seem to mind calling me that.

"Do you think they're that talented?"

"What do you know about penises anyway?" I confronted her.

Of course I do. In my life, I have touched and tasted four penises. Why wouldn't I know? "

"Four? You stated that you only had one boyfriend."

"Didn't you forget about those two dildos you got for me?" She mocked me.

"So, tell me, where do I rank among those four penises?"

"Shut up, Manni," she chuckled nervously and smacked my thigh, "I'm not going to tell you that."

"What's the harm?"

She gave me a puzzled look and then added, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, Manni, but you predicted correctly. You'd be at the bottom of the list."

Preet looked stunning and sexy at the time, and I lightly kissed her on the lips and whispered, "I am sorry to hear that, honey, but trust me, I will never make you regret marrying me. You can have all of those sizes on our marital bed, even if it means I don't receive my fair share. "

"Scoundrel!" she yelled as she pushed me away.

I decided to have a beer and went to our fridge, asking her if she wanted one.

"I'm breastfeeding Manni," she said, rewinding the movie to catch up on the scene she had missed.

"BTW, I thought Marcus would be a perfect name for the dildo. That's the name of your gym instructor, right?" I said, giving her my charming smile.

"That won't even get you any brownie points," she retorted.

"Where are my bottles, Preet?" I inquired, as my bottles had gone missing.

"How come you have so many milk bottles?"

"Honey, it's in the garage," she explained. I went to our garage refrigerator to get a bottle for myself, only to discover that there were additional milk bottles. I wondered how much milk she was producing. We used to play with her breasts, and she enjoyed it when I suckled and drank her milk. She even squirted her milk on me while riding my penis at times.

"What's up with those milk bottles, honey?" I murmured, crashing next to her.

"Oh, those are for Anju's baby," she said, fumbling for the right words.

"She's having problems producing milk, so she's asked for my assistance." Anju was Inder's wife, so it didn't seem strange, but why did she require so many bottles? Her infant was also a year old and could easily live on solid meals.

"Why are there so many?"

"Don't ask," she said nonchalantly, "since we'll be gone for a while."

"Don't worry, Manni," she reassured me, "it's for the baby; apparently she couldn't give him much of her breast milk and had requested me as a favor."

"She even recommended medication to increase my milk production."

"Oh, so you're now a human cow for them?" I was shocked, but not angered, by her response. It was a moderately erotic sensation for me. I had a feeling Preet had a thing for breast milk.

"Wait a second, Manni. What kinds of things do you say? Can't you think for a second before blurting things out?"

She rolled back and giggled uncomfortably.

"Do you truly believe they are for the baby? I'm sure Inder is gulping them down, which is why they require so many bottles."

"I knew you'd say that," she remarked, as she burst out laughing.

"If that's what he likes, then you can invite him over; I will feed him myself," she added, giggling.

"Does this count as community service?" I asked her playfully, after she had calmed down. When she heard that, her eyes brightened up, and she said, "Perhaps you can."

She dashed to her bedroom to retrieve her breast pump. It appeared to be a new one. She quickly removed her top, unfastened her bra, and got down on all fours.

"Utilize these pumps to milk me for Inder," she instructed. All of a sudden, Inder had catapulted to the number 1 position. In the very recent past, in my mind, it used to be Sunny; perhaps it was always Inder in her mind and I was just learning about it.

Her voice was filled with genuine excitement as I fumbled through the steps to first set up the machine and place the suction pumps on her breasts. Within seconds, I could see a small stream of white liquid pouring down the transparent pipe into the bottles. I couldn't help but fondle her butt in that stance since she was so sexy. I nuzzled into her crack and licked her anus, pushing down her pajamas. Preet immediately moaned in response. I made love to her lovely butt; she was aware of my interest and let me play with it for a little while.

"Perhaps you could feed Inder's children while he puts another baby in you? What do you think, Preet?"

Preet froze and looked at me as if she'd spotted a snake. She read it perfectly; I wanted to use Marcus on her while she was pumping milk for Inder's baby. Marcus (i.e. our new black dildo), of course, was standing in for Inder in this scene.

I went to get our new black dildo and returned to my wife, who had already started lubricating in anticipation. The sheer sloshing of secretions as her pussy lips extended to fit Inder's penis was enough to keep my mind occupied for at least a week. It was a mesmerizing sight to witness, Preet's clean shaved pussy devouring the black snake. Her pussy lips stretched around that thick equipment and it took a few minutes to adjust to the girth.

However, Preet took the entire penis with no difficulty. As his penis bottomed inside her pussy, she let out a loud grunt. I took my time and began the see-sawing action gradually. Preet's moans made it clear that she was enjoying the sensation of being milked and fucked at the same time.

"Fuck me Inder," she whimpered as I cranked up the tempo.

"Haven't you waited long enough?" she asked.

Preet collapsed forward in a tremendous orgasm that I had only seen a few times before. Because the bottles were nearly filled, I paused the machine and removed the pumps. Preet laid there naked, enjoying the sensation of a powerful climax. As she gathered up her clothing and went to refresh herself, I tidied up.

As she sat next to me after returning from the bathroom, she added, "You're going to make me a full slut."

"How about dropping off some fresh milk at your friend's house?" She said, slapping me on the thigh.

"Are you sure?"

"It's for Anju's kid, of course. Go ahead and give it to your friend. Perhaps he'll save a few bottles for himself," she said, chuckling.

I grudgingly got up, packaged the bottles according to the directions, and dropped them off at their house. Because Inder was not at home, Anju accepted the package. She thanked me profusely, but I replied, "No problem, Bhabhi. She has a lot of milk, and a lot of it would have gone to waste anyhow."

I got home after hanging out with a few of my buddies and sat next to her on the sofa. Preet glanced at me as the film was nearing completion and asked, "Did you give it to Inder or Anju?" Her hand slid up to my crotch and touched my pecker, which was in a normal state.

"You need to know this," she murmured softly as she stroked my small bulge.

"During our visit last weekend, I slept on their marriage bed," she softly said, measuring my reaction. My aroused penis did not disappoint her.

"Anju recommended that I feed her baby. It seemed strange, but there was a certain warmth and comfort that a child gets from genuine feeding that the bottle could never replace."

To say the child was hungry would be an understatement. After about 15 minutes, I had to switch sides and give him my second breast."

Soon after, your friend crept up behind me and softly patted my buttocks. He looked at me lovingly and then, without warning, he lifted the scarf to see his kid suckling on my breast. Pleased with the contented face of his child, he kissed lightly on his cheeks. In that endeavor, his cheek brushed across my breast. He took his time before walking away."

Preet began massaging my penis, which was a stiff rod, and kissing me.

"I knew one day you'd feed my children," he remarked as he patted my buttocks while getting out of bed.

That was enough to make me ejaculate in my underwear. It was the first time she jerked me off. Until that time, we'd either have intercourse or she'd suck me off. After that very humiliating episode, I took a hot bath. She briefly joined me in the shower before leaving me to ponder my predicament. Behind my back, a lot had happened. I felt like a total moron.

"How did you get into all of this?" I asked as I tossed and turned in bed that night.

"It was all due to you. Thanks to you, Anju found the unique pantie you had given me, as well as the dildo you had carelessly left in our bathroom drawer. Imagine if she had discovered the 9-inch black dildo you bought now.

"Is she blackmailing you?"

"Not much, but she asked for a favor, and knowing she knew our secret, I didn't want to say no. What, after all, is the harm in donating breast milk?"

"Yes, physically feeding his son on their bed and having that bastard gazing on my breasts felt uncomfortable, but also extremely erotic."

"Does that mean he didn't kiss his son?"

"No," she responded, with a smile. Preet was now playing with me, and I felt like an idiot. What more had she concocted, I wondered?

"He fondled my butt and said, "You have a perfect ass. "

"I hope Manni is making good use of it."

"What happened at the dinner table?"

"At the table, he touched my buttocks and thighs whenever he could. In case you didn't see, his son was glancing at me."

"Sunny and Inder have both seen your breasts now," I joked. She blushed and said, with a mischievous smile, "Manni, I was breastfeeding the babies when they noticed it. It's not the same thing at all."

"He kept serving me food, telling me that I needed to eat enough to produce milk."

"Preet, you have magnificent breasts, and I believe your ass is nothing short of legendary," he stated shamelessly as he fondled it under the table.

"OMG," I managed to exclaim. I was astonished that it happened right in front of me.

For the following few days, my mind was in a state of confusion. On the one hand, I genuinely wanted her to have a lover, and Inder seemed like a plausible choice in my opinion, but on the other hand, he was seducing my wife, and it appeared that his wife was supporting him in some way. Anju's pregnancies were both achieved through in-vitro fertilization, and both of her deliveries were caesarian. There were several issues, but her inability to nurse was something I only recently learned from Preet.

It was a bizarre turn of events for Inder because he was reputed to be the most potent guy; doctors attested to it, and if it had been any other woman, she would have become pregnant right away. Preet was a very fertile woman, since she conceived in the second month of our marriage. Inder would quickly impregnate my wife if he were to mount her. Preet despised pills, and because breastfeeding gave natural protection, we didn't use any at all.

Preet appeared submissive to him and his wife, and I had the impression that if things weren't working out with Sunny, they might with Inder. Sunny's wife had told me that I should be cautious and keep a tight check on Preet because she thought she was on the verge of committing adultery. She had seen Sunny kissing her, which was one of the reasons she pushed Sunny to move to a separate workplace.

I seriously considered the possibility that Anju was blackmailing Preet into taking care of her family duties and would soon entice her to perform her bedroom chores as well. Anju was a different kind of woman: she was calm, chilly, and calculated. It was difficult to read her, and I would not have thought so if Inder hadn't told me about her. She never once protested Inder's extramarital affairs; she recognized that such liberties were necessary to keep Inder happy. She was the type of woman who could lure women in order to keep her husband pleased.

Curiosity got the better of me at this point, and I decided to breach the cardinal rule and check her phone. We trusted each other totally, kept our phones unlocked, and never felt the need to keep anything from one another. However, I was concerned about what was going on behind my back and whether she was being abused, so I decided that it was better to be safe than sorry. I promised myself that I wouldn't exaggerate it because everyone has some skeletons in their closets; it shouldn't come as a surprise if I found a few in hers as well.

Her phone was empty, with no texts exchanged between her and Inder or Anju. Even the messages she and Sunny exchanged were normal. I thought I was exaggerating, but I had set up a method to back up my conversations on my computer and decided to check it out just to be sure, and to my astonishment, there were a lot of messages exchanged between Anju and Preet.

Reading the messages, I was certain that Anju was taking advantage of her because of the pantie and dildo she discovered in our house. Her requests were mostly innocuous--dropping off lunch, picking up groceries, breastfeeding her infant, and so on.

However, the wording became vague at some point, and it appeared that she was hinting that at some point in the future, she should also help keep her husband's bed warm on occasion. As if that wasn't enough, she implied that Inder's eldest son would be coming of age and would require feminine attention; she didn't want him sleeping with prostitutes and foreigners, as she referred to the local American women.

I was embarrassed with myself for betraying her, but I reminded myself that my main worry was for Preet, and I had no intention of stopping what was going on. There was no reason for me to second-guess Preet's judgment. If she didn't find anything unpleasant, nothing must have happened. Even though Preet claimed to despise Inder, he had clearly captured her attention.

Inder had darker skin than the majority of the men in our community. He was around Preet's height, maybe an inch or so taller than her. Most men felt I was shorter than Preet; despite her sumptuous shape, she appeared taller. I knew she was the same height as me, and Inder appeared to be a little shorter. However, most of it was due to his large build. His limbs were unusually long for his height. He was wearing size 12 shoes, and I had a strong suspicion that he was the owner of a cock the size of a 9-inch dildo. It would also be pretty dark.

Inder was a flamboyant man who had sampled many ladies in his life, the majority of whom were white women. During a 10-year period as a single father, he lived the life of the most eligible bachelor yet avoided the ladies in our community. Anju didn't mind and either mocked or made fun of his irresponsible behavior, which had been a recurring theme in their 8-year marriage with him. Inder had shown a keen interest in her since relocating to the United States following our marriage. It was as if he had finally found the beauty in her that he had been looking for so long.

Preet had an unusually milky white complexion, pale pink areola, and light-colored pussy lips for an Indian lady.She had that perfect waist that made it simple to deliver babies and that men found very attractive. She was a sophisticated lady and quite conscientious about her personal hygiene. Other ladies smelled all the time, and many didn't even shower twice a day. Preet took all the required precautions to ensure that she was always in an immaculate state that could entice any male.

My subconscious was preparing me to accept my fate. I had reached out to a few online forums for assistance in this matter, and everyone had told me to be careful what I wished for. After hearing my story, they had no doubt that something would happen in the near future.

I eventually fell asleep as these thoughts shifted continuously through my mind. I awoke late in the morning, and only after she shook me up, saying, "Wake up, you lazy bum."

"What all do you want me to be?" I rubbed my eyes and glanced at my lovely wife, who was fresh from her morning shower.

"House Maid, Milk Maid, and Town Whore," she chuckled as she kissed me on the lips.

If you really want to see me in that avatar, you should take over the household management.

I smiled and went to the restroom. We had undoubtedly advanced our relationship to a whole new level. Although Preet still didn't want to live out our fantasies, she openly discussed them, and it was evident that she craved them just as much as I did, but she appeared more mature about it; or so I thought.

In the kitchen, I hugged her from behind and kissed her neck passionately. She quietly said, "Don't get fresh with me. You're not going to get anything today. You wanted to be a cuckold, so get used to it. "

"At the very least, I can hug my wife, right?"

"Yes, you can, and you can even kiss her, just not on her lips," she said.

"Inder is going to be home this afternoon and mount me during my milking period," she remarked as she shooed me away.

"Do the laundry and vacuum," she said.

"The house is a complete mess," she grumbled to herself.

I was delighted by the new ritual she had established, and she seemed to be settling into the position of cuckoldress. I reminded myself that there was still hope and that not all was lost.

Chapter 2 - Preet narrates her slutty journey

Preet evolved into a completely new person. During that week, she repeated the same episode multiple times, but sexually starved me. She only allowed hugging, kissing on her cheeks, and licking her pussy. She didn't even jerk me off. And she made me deliver those bottles every day, and Inder picked them up a few times. He had an odd gleam in his eyes as he accepted the bottles; perhaps it was just my imagination playing tricks on me.

We spent a lot of time on the journey to India chatting to each other about our current predicament, which I will outline here.

"Did anything happen with Sunny?" I inquired, after she warmed up and was prepared to engage in such a discussion.

"Sunny was hilarious," she remarked quickly, "he tried his hardest, practically pleading about how much he was deprived of sex because of his wife's lack of desire for sex and her fear of having sex while pregnant."

"Really?"

"He was such a crybaby; I was trying to console him and he misread it and kissed me on the lips."

"I could see his wife and her family leaving the hospital with the baby, but he was in such a desperate situation that I let him kiss him for a few moments. Unfortunately, that was enough for his wife to see us in that precarious situation."

"Who makes such pleas? Requesting a sexual favor from another lady who is in the last month of her pregnancy because his pregnant wife denies him sex?"

Sunny's wife had delivered their baby a couple of months earlier, and they were visiting the doctor for a checkup. Apparently, Sunny couldn't make it on time, and so Preet drove his wife and her mother to the hospital. Sunny arrived on the scene and ran into her when this happened.

"Did you kiss him back?" I asked. I remembered how Sunny's wife had complained that she had seen them in a passionate embrace in the car. She avoided them and took a cab that day in order to avoid making a scene.

"I kissed him back, but it was perhaps only a few minutes," she said.

I had a rather long conversation with Sunny's wife, and she clearly told me that both Sunny and Preet were taking advantage of our trusting nature. As explained earlier, Sunny's wife, Simi, and Preet were good friends; Preet helped a lot during Simi's second pregnancy. It was common for us to spend time at each other's places. Fortunately, I had run into Simi only a week back when she elaborated on what actually happened there.

Apparently, Preet had pulled out of their parking spot the moment she noticed Simi. They parked in a remote corner and used that opportunity to make out with him. They kissed in the car, and she jerked Sunny off. That wasn't the only time they engaged in foreplay; in fact, during most of our meetings, they apparently made out. Simi had spotted it several times during the last trimester of her pregnancy. Clearly, she was helping Sunny out. Until now, Preet never shared it with me, and I didn't feel the need to bring it up.

"What about our neighbor's son?" I asked.

I took a chance to see if Preet would come clean or hide it and, to my utter surprise, she narrated the entire episode. She jerked him off in the car and kissed him as a prize for showing the courage to pursue her. In some sense, it quelled some of my doubts about her character. She was neither an ultra conservative woman nor a reckless woman. She tried to live somewhere in the middle of those two extremes.

"Did you really kiss him or just give him a peck on his cheeks?" I asked.

She cheekily replied, "It was a deep kiss. I vigorously stroked him until he came, which was in a few minutes."

"Later that evening, he showed up for more spoils," she continued, "and I indulged one more time in our living room. This time it was an intense kiss, and he also took much longer to ejaculate."

One thing led to another and finally the topic of Inder came and Preet came clean on that story as well. The gist of it was that after Anju saw the dildo and the special panties, she became good friends with her and during those discussions, she narrated her own plight. Anju was a frail woman who had a lot of issues with childbirth, but she was also apparently frigid in bed due to which Inder's extramarital affairs continued. She shared Inder was sexually attracted to Preet and perhaps she was the first woman from our community that he was sexually attracted to. If Preet ever considered having an extra-marital affair, then she should surely add him to her list. Preet politely declined it.

Inder and Anju were not Sikhs, and neither were they Hindu Punjabis. Inder immigrated to the US at a very young age and built a gigantic business for himself over the years. He is well connected and well known in our local community and even had connections with politicians.

Inder and I had been good friends for almost a decade; he was about 15 years older than me, but our relationship had a friendly vibe to it. His first wife passed away in an accident; it didn't affect him. After living a semi-bachelor life, he married for the second time, and even with her, he wasn't happy. Anju was quite short, about 5' 2", with a frail body and a whitish complexion. She was an attractive but ordinary woman. I often heard him quibble about her and how he did not seem to get what he deserved. It was common for him to have affairs with attractive, married, white or Latino women. He preferred married over single ones as the single ones wanted to settle down and that was not an option for him.

Recalling all of that context and collating it with what Preet shared, it made sense to me. As I explained, Preet could have easily modeled for companies selling plus-size lingerie. She had that aura, the youth, and the body to pull it off. Anju may have noticed this and, realizing that she was sex starved, her conclusion from finding a dildo in our bathroom and that nasty pantie, thought that Preet could fill the void in Inder's life.

Preet didn't want Anju to know that I was complicit in both the dildo and pantie things, so she told her she used it when she felt horny, which was most of the time. And the pantie was some sort of prank, perhaps by someone from her workplace or gym. They both talked about how dirty it felt to be called a whore, but inside, at least at the right moments, they felt desirable, and that's why she paraded herself in the bedroom wearing that pantie for personal amusement. Anju felt the dildo was quite small, a reflection of what Preet's experience was limited to. She took it as a clear sign I was rather under-equipped, perhaps at 4-5" or so. She remarked if I would even be good enough for her; Preet was a much bigger woman, and hence, Inder's 8-inch dick, which was quite thick as well, was a much better choice.

Preet and Anju's friendship grew almost immediately, and each time Anju dropped the suggestion that she considered starting an affair with Inder, she would politely decline. This insult festered in Anju's mind for a little while, and then eventually she used the blackmail tactic.

"How come you never told me about that, Preet?" I inquired. I had learned some of it already through her text messages, but I was clear on not interfering unless I sensed Preet was coerced into something.

"It was pointless, Manni," she explained, "it was something between two ladies; why would I bring you in?"

"Did Inder know about this?"

"Of course not," she said, giving me a strange look.

"You are his pal. Don't you know who he is? He takes what he wants; begging or asking is not in his style."

"Didn't you notice?" she inquired.

"You've attended more of his parties and meet powerful people since you got married. Now a lot more people know about you in your own office."

"Did you ever consider why all of this was happening?"

"Was it all because of you?" I spoke it out loud. The air hostess urged us to be quiet because we were conversing nonstop throughout the flight, even when the lights were turned off and everyone around us was sleeping. Even though it had been several hours and we could feel our stale breaths, we both had a childlike joy as we chatted.

She smiled.

"Of course, it's all because of you," I stated confidently. "you are my lucky charm. But did you imply we were invited because Inder wanted to spend more time with you?"

"Yes," she answered emphatically.

"Don't you remember how I warned you, perhaps, in the fourth month of our marriage, to stop socializing with them?"

"You felt avoiding them would be awkward, right?"

"I used to feel awkward at such western parties all the time. Strange men would approach me and ask for a dance, taking advantage of the opportunity to grope me. "

"But it was always Inder who came to my aid. You were always busy visiting the restroom," she continued, chuckling.

She did not know I left her alone on purpose to see if anyone made a move on her. Many did, but she would wave them away, repeatedly flashing her ring. Inder was also on my list of probable candidates, and it was possible that I had put him on my shortlist because of his chemistry with her.

"One evening, while I was alone, a black guy asked me out to dance, and I decided I'd give it a shot. He was an excellent dancer and a handsome hunk. He drew me in for a second dance, this time to a slow song that brought our bodies close together. Although my tummy showed, he stroked and groped me deftly.

Inder interjected and asked for permission to dance with me."

"That's my husband," I confidently said, and rescued myself. Inder smiled and confidently led me away.

"I can't' blame him," he whispered into my ear, "you are looking ravishingly beautiful!"

"I blushed and laughed it off. That was the first time I looked into his eyes while dancing. Until then, I had avoided looking at him directly."

Usually, we would go out clubbing with a few of Preet's friends from the gym, but the past few times we ran into Inder. As the night progresses, we usually end up in each other's company; that's when I will try my tricks. Inder had magically shown up at the same pub where we were clubbing. It almost seemed as if I was inviting him, but it seemed he was showing interest in Preet, and I definitely invited that attention. It seemed that his chemistry with Inder was improving.

"I wouldn't ever call Inder handsome," she continued, "but there was a spark in his eyes. His dark, thick lips occasionally gave me a glimpse of his shiny white teeth. He had a certain air of confidence that I could sense but couldn't explain it," she continued.

"Other men behaved as if there was no tomorrow; they had to seize the opportunity right now."

"Are you saying that you were attracted to Inder?" I asked.

"Not quite, but at that moment, I noticed he was a nice-looking man. Until then, I always looked at him as an elderly member of our family, but perhaps the first time I saw him as a man," she replied.

"Inder behaved as if I was his and that's what I found attractive in him," she continued.

"I am sure," he said, glancing in his direction, "he was wondering if there was space for another bun in your oven."

"It was such a sex-filled comment that I first nervously laughed but later on openly giggled."

"You are gorgeous, Preet," he said, as I finally caught my breath.

He added, "Beautiful eyes, sharp nose, sexy lips, and such a lovely smile."

"Looking deeply into his eyes, I asked, is this how you compliment your wife?"

"No, came his emphatic reply. I am not good at telling lies!"

"You, my Kelly Brook, are an epitome of beauty and lust," he added.

"Who is Kelly Brook?"

"An ordinary but amazingly hot and sexy British actress. Look her up," he said.

"I looked her up later that night; I was pleasantly surprised to be compared to such a hot woman," she exclaimed.

I smiled reassuringly and said, "Well, you are definitely the Indian version of her."

"I blushed again, hearing him praise me profusely," she continued her story.

"What? He gets a tight hug and your husband doesn't get any? He said and pulled me into his embrace. His one hand comfortably rested on my lower back and his other hand clasped my hand. My dainty fingers looked puny, intertwined with his. His rugged hands comfortably enveloped mine; feeling his callous skin of his palm on my soft skin sent shivers down my spine."

"He seemed like a man who had done a lot of hard work in his life. Surely, he had a strong back to mount a young woman like me, I mused."

"Do you really want to make him jealous?" he whispered, leaning forward.

"I marveled at his audacity. He was trying to charm a married woman who was almost half his age. Where did he get that sort of confidence?"

"Before I could say anything, he sealed my lips with his. It was just a peck on my lips, but it felt much more than that."

"No one else has ever kissed me," I said blushing, after breaking the kiss.

"I know," he confidently replied, "that's so unfair of Manni; not sharing his beautiful wife!"

"I blushed, realizing fully that he was hitting on me. I let him continue romancing me as I looked deeply into his eyes periodically. It seemed like he had left behind his crass ways and was genuinely trying to seduce me."

"Where is your husband? He said, looking around for you. But of course you were still waiting in that long line to empty your bladder."

"And then I took it up a notch by replying, Why? Isn't he standing right in front of me?"

"He smiled and kissed me on my cheek, and we soon exited the dance floor. Just then, you returned from your latest washroom trip," she emphasized.

I remembered that as I had seen her dance with him and was sexually excited. She was blushing and receptive to him. There was no inappropriate touching, but the chemistry was visible. I had been trying to expose her to other men for over 6 months, but she never fell for anyone. There seemed to be a chance with Inder, and I felt comfortable leaving her alone with him.

Without her asking for it, I got drinks for them. It was another way for me to give them more time. But I remember they had disappeared, and it took me 10-15 minutes to trace them. It was Friday night, and the club was full, including the dance floor and Preet sometimes felt suffocated due to smoke even though we were on the non-smoking end.

"As you left, Inder comfortably led me, putting his hand on my waist to a far corner where there was less noise and better air quality," she continued.

"Preet, did you ever wonder why these men are hitting on you?" he asked.

"I looked up at him and wondered what he was suggesting."

"You are gorgeous, of course, but they can also see that you are married, he explained, lifting my ring finger."

"What they don't see is your husband. Why would he leave such a pretty woman alone in such a place?"

"I looked at him and the surrounding people. No one was even noticing me. When I was alone, many people would eye me and many would make their way to chat me up."

"He confidently leaned forward and whispered, they think you are available and that your husband is a cuckold."

"I leaned back and looked at him; his lips were perilously close to mine. I was sexually excited and knew what he was suggesting, but still was unclear."

"What does cuckold mean?" I asked.

"His lips curled up in a familiar grin as he took his moment and whispered into my ear, it means Manni wants you to sleep with other men and perhaps even get pregnant from them, as he put his hand on my belly."

"What nonsense?" I said, looking into his eyes, and pushed him away.

"Give me a minute to explain," he said as he caught my hand and pulled me back.

"I have run into you half a dozen times while clubbing. Don't you think I have spent more time with you than with Manni in the club?"

"That's what a cuckold conspires to do: pushing his wife into the arms of another man. It sexually excites him. Can you imagine me dragging Anju in this pregnant state to clubs?"

"What makes you think so? Are you an expert?" I retorted.

"Of course I am," he confidently replied.

"Didn't Anju tell you about my roving eyes? All the stories she makes up are real!"

"Why do you presume I am ready for it?" I asked, scoffing at his overconfidence.

"Let's first verify if I am correct about Manni or not. What do you think?"

"I was speechless and lost for a moment in thought. He snapped his finger in front of me and reminded me you would arrive soon. I saw you with drinks looking for us in the distance, and I waved to you. Handing over my drink and his, you headed back to get yours."

"How do you plan to do that? I asked, agreeing to play along."

"Let's play the surrogate-wife game, he whispered into my ears. It means we pretend you are my wife in front of him. I will romance you and let's see how he responds."

"I gave him that hard look and asked how would you prove it?"

"You know the best way to prove it? He whispered and added after a potent pause, drop the pretense."

"All you have to do is let me romance you every time we meet; just like the way you allowed me today," he said.

"It was a pivotal moment," Preet said, as she squeezed my bulge.

"Hold this drink," he said, "let me show you something."

"I saw you heading towards us with the drink in your hand, and that's when Inder leaned forward and planted his lips on mine. With two drinks in my hand, I was at his mercy. Surprised with his move, however, I turned my face sideways and his lips landed on the corner of my lips. I had drinks in my hand and didn't want to spill them, which gave him complete freedom."

"He was worked up and pushed his tongue out to taste my lips. One of his hands fondled my breast while the other squeezed my butt brazenly. As I tried to revolt and turned my face, he locked his lips with mine and pushed his tongue into my mouth and sucked on my lips. Even though I did not kiss him back, he amply used the situation and sucked on my lips passionately."

"It was almost a minute long kiss; he took his time until I finally indicated to him to stop."

"I handed the drink to him as you stepped into that dim lit area and we finally spoke after almost an hour long separation."

Preet wanted to leave immediately as she was feeling sick, so we finished our drinks and then leave. Inder said that she was feeling a little dizzy and needed some fresh air. At that moment, I felt perhaps Inder had overstepped the line and Preet was visibly annoyed with him. Inder was still fondling her butt as we spoke; after a few minutes of it, we stepped out.

"As we headed out," she continued, "you went to pick up the tab and asked us to call for a cab outside. Inder boldly put his hand on my waist to support me but in reality he was taking advantage of me."

"We headed out of the backdoor into our parking lot, and as soon as I stepped out, he pulled me into his arms and forcefully kissed me. I pushed him back and rushed to our car and instinctively sat in the back, assuming you two would sit in the front. He followed me and got in a few moments later."

"Inder, stay away from me," I blurted in frustration. Perhaps it was a mixture of frustration and sexual anxiety.

"He had sniffed a bitch in heat," she said, "there was no way he was going to back out. I have seen it play out several times; it ends up with the bitch stuck up with the male in a precarious situation; becoming a spectacle for everyone."

"Come on, Preet," he said, "you know this is what Manni needs and you know that."

"Inder moved closer to me and touched my breasts, then leaned forward and nuzzled into my neck. I pleaded, but he paid no heed and kissed me."

"That was the first time I fully felt him. His breath; his odor, and his kissing were so confident, so deliberate, and so focused on both giving me pleasure and savoring my lips. I had no option but to return his kiss. It was an intense and passionate session as he fondled my breasts and voraciously kissed my lips."

"Fortunately, you showed up on time. Likely you would be welcomed by loud moans of your wife," she added.

"You sat in the car and, after cursorily chatting with us, drove both of us out. Inder was giving some water when you entered the car, so you ignored him sitting in the back seat."

"Inder had already moved to the center seat and as you drove the car, he took my hand and placed it on his bulge. It was the first time I felt the bulge of a real man; it was so big that I almost couldn't believe it."

"Instead of dropping him, you brought him back to our house, and no sooner did I return from our bedroom after changing clothes, he accosted me again in the kitchen, and we once again kissed."

"Wow," I uttered, shocked that I missed every single detail of her story, even though it all happened in my presence.

"I know your Bunty doesn't mind," she said, giving my penis a good squeeze.

"That episode shook me and I told you we should stop socializing with him, but you would never listen. I stayed away from him as much as I could," she continued.

"I wondered what these men found in me. Sunny, Inder, and even Inder's father had been pursuing me. Even our next-door neighbor's boy wasn't far behind."

I smiled, but understood what she was talking about.

"I was six months pregnant; bloated like a football, but these men were immensely attracted to me."

"As fate would have it, your birthday came, and he showed up magically at our place. He told me you invited him, and you said he invited himself," she continued.

On that day, we were in a bit of a pickle as all our friends wanted to celebrate my birthday, but Preet told everyone that we would be out of the area since it was my first birthday after our marriage. We were supposed to be out, but because of some urgent work in my business, I had to change the plans. It happened at the very last minute, so it made little sense for us to invite everyone over, as to be honest, we had made no preparations for it either.

Preet had the excellent idea of celebrating it at our own home by somehow showing it to all the neighbors as if we were out of town. It was to be a romantic dinner for the two of us. She asked me to park the cars in the garage and turn off all the lights in the house. She improvised and set up the table on our patio, which had more privacy because our house shielded it on three sides and opened into our backyard.

Most of my friends cried foul and wanted to take part in the celebration. Some of them even showed up and knocked on the door. Inder got the drift of it somehow; I don't remember if I blurted it out accidentally, but I definitely didn't invite him on purpose. However, I could have avoided opening the door for him and letting him in. He realized as well that we were having a romantic dinner, and he kept it all hush-hush.

He had bought my favorite bottle of liquor, and it looked as if I had succumbed to that bribe. In reality, however, I was sexually excited by the thought of him spending time with Preet in our house with no lights on. Surely, there would be plenty of opportunities if anything were to happen between them. I expected nothing to happen, but I wanted them to be comfortable in each other's company so that there would be a possibility in the future.

"You were the guest of honor," she elaborated, "so we had you sit at the table nursing your favorite alcohol while we were running the errands in the house."

"I was angry at you for ruining my romantic date and was fuming inside," she continued, "but it reminded me of Inder's words that perhaps you had that fetish of seeing your wife with other men."

"That thought was stuck in my mind, and finding myself so close to the man who had been pursuing me in solitude was a sexually exciting feeling. Almost immediately, he accosted me in the kitchen and said, doesn't your husband deserve a kiss on his birthday?"

"I looked at you sitting in the yard, when he reminded me, remember I am your husband, and stepped closer and kissed me on my cheeks."

"He caressed my breasts first and then slowly started mauling them. I let him play with me, and then, pushing him away, I carried the dishes outside. He helped me but also used it as an opportunity to feel me up."

"My appetite was lost, and I ate little. You were merrily sipping drink as both Inder and you regaled your business conquests. I decided to not let my emotions get the better of me; after all, it was your birthday, and I thought you had full freedom to decide how to celebrate it."

"After our dinner, we sat in the yard and chatted comfortably for a good hour. As usual, you were sipping on your drinks while your friend Inder was shunning it."

"At about 10:00, we cut the cake; I went inside to get it ready and that's when Inder hugged me from behind. He once again squeezed my breasts. I pleaded. Please behave Inder, you will soil my make up and smear my lipstick."

"He took the hint and patiently waited as we did the cake cutting ceremony. Inder took some of our pictures and clicked some pictures with us hugging and kissing each other on our cheeks."

"Interesting," I said, interrupting her flow.

"You could have avoided changing your clothes and getting rid of your makeup. That would have been a plain refusal, right?"

"You could have avoided changing your clothes and getting rid of your makeup. That would have been a clear refusal, right?"

"My pants were soaking wet, as was my Khameez in the crotch area," she explained, "so I had to change, and that's when I involuntarily removed my makeup. Regardless, he wouldn't have returned home empty-handed."

I felt it was best for me to be rooted to my seat most of the time under those circumstances, as that would have given Inder and Preet ample time to work some magic. If I too had been walking in and out of the house, it would have been difficult for them to find the required privacy. Also, I wasn't sure if they would be comfortable doing anything on the patio if I was inside the house.

"He accosted me at the entrance of our patio on my return," Preet continued.

"Pushing me against the wall, he nuzzled into my neck and whispered, now you believe me? Manni invited me over to enjoy his wife's charms."

"I could smell his body odor and breath as he kissed my neck; it had an earthly feel to it--all natural. He had avoided deodorants, which I frequently find obnoxious. I was getting comfortable with him and could note nuances."

"His thick, stubby fingers caressed my lips as I looked at him in amazement. He had the balls to court me while you were sitting only 5 feet away. It was an intensely erotic, and taboo feeling - surrendering to him in your presence."

"He fondled my breast as I looked deeply into his eyes and whispered, is this how you seduce other married women?"

"No," he confidently replied, "you are special and perhaps my longest hunt."

"I leaned forward, offering him my puckered lips. Inder softly kissed my lips; he took his time showering love on them. I could feel his hot breath, which had some smell of alcohol, as he traced my lips with his tongue."

"Can you imagine it, Manni?" Preet asked, as she groped my stiff member, teasing me to make it more erotic to relive that episode.

"Your Bunty can take it, right? I am sure it has been straining for a long time now," she added with a giggle.

"He pushed his tongue into my mouth, and I eagerly accepted it. It was a delicate kiss as he took my lower lip in his mouth and sucked on it; a few moments later, he sucked on my upper lip, and after a few more of those playful kisses, he finally sealed my lips and our tongues danced in unison; exchanging copious amounts of saliva."

"His hands were all over my body, continuously fondling my breasts and butt. We were lost in our lustful emotions; oblivious to our surroundings."

She explained, "his audacity had certainly fucked my mind."

"There were so many bedrooms; he certainly could have taken me in complete privacy, but he took me right there at the entrance of our patio. Risking it all! Was he trying to convince me you were a cuckold?" she continued.

"We passionately kissed each other for a good 5-7 minutes when you called for us. I expected him to be startled as I was, but he didn't even flinch and kept on kissing me. I had to push him away."

"I rushed back to the bathroom to catch my breath and check myself in the mirror, while he confidently stepped onto the patio, saying, Let's play some cards."

"I took my time and joined you folks and sat at the table between you two."

We had a typical rectangular, wrought-iron table with an umbrella stand in between. I was sitting on the side of the table. Inder took the opposite seat instead of taking the seat next to me, leaving that seat for Preet. Preet had changed into her comfortable attire, with a longish skirt and a body hugging t-shirt. We started with our regular game. Inder was always good with them, and so was Preet. Cards were not my forte, but I always joined in and didn't mind being the one losing at the end most of the time.

"As I sat there and mindlessly played the game, the scenes of what transpired only a few minutes ago were going through my mind. Did I just kiss another man? Right here in my house? Again? In front of my husband? Why Inder? He was a man in his 40s, much darker in complexion, although physically in reasonable shape, but not really a hunk," she explained.

I listened intently as my wife reflected; perhaps I could finally learn what went through her mind and what led her down this path.She steadfastly refused to walk down this path for the last 3 months, but apparently, she had begun on that journey much earlier.

"He had certainly captivated me," she continued, "he was spot on with his theory and I believed there was some merit to it."

"Inder confidently put his leg behind mine so that it touched my calves. A shiver ran down my spine as his hairy legs caressed my shapely calves. Even though I tried to evade his leg, he insisted on feeling my calves; eventually I gave up and let him have his way with me."

"We stayed in that position for a good 10-15 minutes. I got used to it and then suddenly he dropped his cards on the floor. While picking them up, he massaged my calves, and as he got up, he pushed his hand all the way up and touched my naked thigh. I shuddered, and certainly my pussy let out a stream of lubricating juices."

"I tidied up my skirt and admonished him, saying, careful Inder, revealing my disapproval through my eyes."

"Inder, however, was gaining in confidence, and after another 15 minutes, he moved his chair even closer to mine so that he could easily reach my crotch. When his hand touched my crotch, I almost yelped. Inder eagerly offered me water as you comforted me."

"Let me take a little walk, I said, and I stepped into our yard and strolled to contain my sexual excitement. It was getting a little chilly, so you got me a shawl to keep me warm, and there I kissed you and asked, when is he going to leave?"

"Come on Preet," I remember telling her, "he is like family and it's not even that late yet."

It was all making sense to me now; where her apprehensions were stemming from. Clearly, something was happening, but I didn't understand the gravity of it at that moment. Even if I had known, I doubt I would have changed anything because that was exactly my fantasy. At that moment, however, I felt she wanted to have a romantic evening with me, and since that got spoiled, she seemed a little irritated. It was only 11:00 and a couple of my friends had shown up unannounced at the door, so we stayed in the dark for another hour.

"Stop drinking Manni," she warned me, "you've had enough."

"It's my birthday," I retorted, and continued with it. I remember returning to our table to refill my peg. Inder wasn't drinking as much but kept me company for a little while Preet walked in our garden barefoot. After a little while, Inder checked on Preet, who had disappeared from our view.

"Why don't you freshen up while I check on her," he said. I needed to take a leak, so I headed to our toilet.

"I was checking on a few things in our vegetable garden in the side yard when he grabbed and pushed me against our building wall and latched onto my lips. He had me under his thumb. He summarily lifted my skirt and pushed his finger deep into my pussy. My pussy made a loud,"puck" sound as his fat fingers penetrated my over lubricated pussy."

"Oh Inder, I whimpered as a wave of pleasurable sensations emanated from my pussy."

"Inder was on a mission as he furiously fingered my vagina, spilling my juices. It was only 5 minutes, but my pussy lips convulsed with an intense orgasm."

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, I exclaimed several times as he didn't give me any respite. Fortunately, just as I climaxed, we heard you leave the bathroom."

That was indeed scandalous, as Preet gets vocal while having sex. Our side yards are tiny; so potentially our neighbors could have overheard them. Also, our bathroom window was open, and I could have easily heard them if I was sober.

"We played a few rounds of cards and had to stop when you weren't feeling well. We called it a night. I led you inside while Inder said he would leave from the backyard gate."

"Why don't you take a hot shower Manni, you will feel good?," he said, and suggested to Preet to help me to the shower.

"I led you to our bathroom; you had a little hangover, so I helped you get in the shower and closed the door."

"As soon as I turned around, I saw Inder in our bedroom. He didn't waste any time and latched onto my lips."

"I never leave without cumming in or on my women," he said confidently as he pushed on my shoulders.

"Not here, Inder," I pleaded, but he pulled me towards our bed and turned off the light to afford a little privacy. Hesitantly, I knelt in front of him and nuzzled into his crotch. The strong, musky odor of his genitals mixed with sweat permeated my nostrils. I found his masculine odor intensely arousing. His large bulge gave away instantly that he not only could seduce but also pleasure married women."

"The risky nature of the affair had my adrenaline rushing, and I really wanted to show him he had made no mistake in choosing me as his slut."

"I grabbed his cheeks and pulled him in, rubbing my face and nose against his crotch. He gently held my head in his place and monitored the bathroom door."

"Pulling his underwear down, I inhaled the strong, musky odor and softly kissed his knob. I flicked my tongue across the knob and licked off precious drops of precum. It had a mild, salty taste. Holding it in my hand made me realize how much of a stallion he really was. The largest penis I ever held in my hand was perhaps Marcus. He was very similar to the size of Marcus. I couldn't see it but imagined it to be coal black, just like Marcus's."

"Trust me, Manni," she whispered, touching my penis, "As much as I love your Bunty," she said, referring to my pecker, "I never found you manly."

"Lifting the hefty penis, I guided it into my warm mouth. Oh Preet, he moaned and instinctively grabbed my hair and pushed forward."

"I put the knob in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. He nudged forward and, finding it could get in effortlessly, he started slowly humping my mouth."

"It seemed natural, and I leaned back against our bed, providing an even better angle. It was apparent he wanted to fuck my mouth. I am not sure why he thought I would allow it, but I definitely didn't want to disappoint him."

"Fuck my pretty mouth, Inder," I said, urging him.

"He needed no encouragement as he kept on pushing and, with a little effort, 3/4th of his penis was in my mouth; the tip of his penis kept on knocking back against my throat. With each thrust, he became more confident, adventurous, and tried to push it past my throat."

"It was an intensely humiliating experience as he was taking me in our very own bedroom, right by our bed. I caressed his large sacs and his butt, encouraging him to plow my mouth."

"He quickly learned that I was quite skilled at it and increased his tempo gradually. Besides, we expected you to be out within a few minutes."

"I employed my skills, and he ejaculated deep into my mouth, but he withdrew, grabbed my hair, and spilled the rest of it on my face. Inder's penis pulsed perhaps half a dozen times, delivering copious amounts of semen; jet after jet. I wonder why Anju had to use in-vitro fertilization when her husband at this age can ejaculate so much."

"After that, he slapped the penis on my face a few times and wiped his dick with my hair and only then let me go."

"Just then, the door opened, and I rushed to the next room to clean myself, and Inder left soon after that."

"You remember what happened next," she said as we were interrupted due to lunch being served.

Soon after she returned, we made love. It was incredible, as she was super horny and vocal during our lovemaking. I interpreted it as a mixture of anticipation and the fact that Inder must have been pursuing hard throughout the evening, given that he had ample time and solitude to make an impression.

"Are you enjoying it?" she asked.

"Yes, it seems like it's a long story, but we have little time before we reach India," I pleaded.

"Don't worry, I will finish it all and then you can ponder over it," she said.

"What happened next?" I eagerly asked.

"Inder had proved that he was an expert at picking up married women and also proved that I wanted to be his slut," she replied.

"The only thing left to prove was that you wanted me to be his slut as well," she added.

Preet felt guilty about her transgression. She was attracted to Inder. It was good that he was well endowed, as otherwise it could have quickly fizzled out. I knew Preet was a size queen. A simple 6-inch penis would not have done it for her. She needed a 9-inch cock to keep herself happy. She felt like a cheater and, hence, on various occasions, avoided seeing Inder. I interpreted it as her dislike for Inder, but in reality it was her passionate craving for Inder.

"Did you always like older men?" I asked as we wrapped up our lunch.

"Perhaps," she replied, and clarified, "maybe because they are more mature and self-assured."

"What do you like about him the most?" I asked.

"His calm, self-assured, sometimes even cocky demeanor," she said.

"Now onto the next episode," she said, continuing her story.

"You know, I am not a slut," she started, "so it took me a little while to get my bearings and I avoided seeing him for a little while. But at one opportunity, he cornered me once again."

"Preet, you are not doing anything wrong," he assured me, "Just trust me. If it had not been for me, someone else would have taken you. I can bet you that Manni must have introduced you to at least half-a-dozen men and left you alone with them on some pretext or another."

"This is how cuckolds behave," he emphasized. "They want an alpha male to take their woman and give her the pleasure that they could never give; that's their dream."

"Trust me, Preet," he said confidently, looking into my eyes. "I know for sure that you will breastfeed my children."

"I looked at Anju, who was in the far corner with the kids."

"Not Anju's kids. Our kids," he added, "and Manni will raise them as his own children."

"It stunned me, but didn't want to brush it off. After all, he had already proven me wrong once. "

"My birthday is coming up Preet," he whispered to me, "you know how much I love your ass, right?"

"I was shocked; we were slowing down our intercourse, and he wanted to take me anally. What was he thinking?"

"Don't tell me, Preet, it wasn't me who took your anal virginity?" I blurted, with a hint of resentment in my voice. It's a cuckold's angst that really wants to see his woman be a perfect slut for another man, yet resents it as well. This mixture makes it very appealing.

"You got my pussy, didn't you? After all the hard work, that's the least he deserved."

"Besides, your bunty barely gets past my ass cheeks and his cock reaches great depths inside."

"Inder was persistent," she explained, "but not the sort of man that I imagined falling for. I was almost my father's age and also quite dark-skinned compared to us. He was telling me you wanted it, I wanted it, and that he wanted to impregnate me. It seemed both insidious and sexually arousing. On a couple of occasions, Inder's father made a pass at me; while it repulsed me, my body responded to his sexual advance. Would this father-son duo make me their slut? Inder's son, like our neighbor's son, admired my MILF body as well, and I wondered if he too would join the team?"

Sunny had a much lighter complexion, and hence I could understand her initial attraction to him. Also, because of proximity, it was much easier to start with him. Inder was an entirely different beast; although with him we had almost family sort of connections and I always felt more comfortable with the thought of him being her lover. Inder's father's interest didn't shock me; he was a well-known womanizer, and nothing less of him would have been expected.

However, I wondered how she could find privacy at Inder's home on his birthday. He was a party animal, and everyone in town was invited to his birthday party. Festivities go on very late in the night and that night if I remember correctly we left early in the night and we had passionate love but perhaps all I could do was lick her. She refused to have intercourse with me, saying that it would not be safe. She was in her early 7th month then. Instead of guessing, I listened in.

"Well, that's when I started looking for erotic literature with this theme and, to my utter shock, found a plethora of those stories. I wondered if you were into them as well. Clearly, Inder knew what he was talking about. I wondered how many other women he must have taken that way," she said.

I smiled and replied, "Well, he is a Casanova; living life king sized and, believe me, he has sampled all kinds of women already."

"But honestly, he never seemed to care for Indian women. It is surprising that you seem to have struck a chord with him."

"I wasn't sure if I could take his penis in my ass, especially in this condition, but I didn't want to disappoint him."

"He had certainly planted a seed in my mind, and I wanted to understand everything about this lifestyle. I had plenty of time, so I read about it all."

"I became more receptive to his and your needs from then on," she continued.

"In every meeting afterwards, I offered my lips to him; many times it would be a kiss, but a few times I remember giving him a blow job. One time it was in the club storeroom and once it was in the ladies' bathroom."

"Inder's birthday came along, and I wondered how to make it happen. I didn't feel comfortable going to a hotel with him. Doing it at home seemed normal. He kept on pressuring me, so I asked him to swing by the night before."

"Spent the next few days figuring out how to indulge him in our house. I had to prepare myself for anal sex; didn't want him to feel disgusted. I bought the kits and performed a couple of enemas. That day you were tired with a lot of work; something came at the last minute and you crashed soon after dinner."

"I prepared myself elaborately by taking a shower and dressing in a simple skirt and top while waiting for him. He promptly arrived a few minutes before 12:00. I was worried about you as you had gone to bed only 20 minutes ago but couldn't make him wait outside. Through the backyard entrance, I let him in and we directly headed to the room that we had remodeled for subletting."

"He took me in his arms and planted a wet smooch on my lips as he inspected his most prized possession."

"I kissed his lips just as the clock struck 12:00. Inder showed no desperation and masterfully kissed me back. After a few minutes of intense kissing, I presented the cake to him and we did the cake cutting ritual."

I returned to him after checking on you to confirm that you were fast asleep.He comfortably sat on the bed, leaning against the bedrest. I sat next to him and kissed him. His raw body odor was turning me on, and I let him take me in his arms and devour my mouth."

"How old are you?" I asked, breaking the kiss.

"I just turned 42 and, trust me, this is my best birthday ever," he said.

"As he fondled my breast, I nuzzled into his neck and planted soft kisses. So, what do you want from me?" I asked.

"Your anal cherry, honey," he whispered.

"I smiled and said, I mean from this relationship."

"I know you love Manni; I have no intention of ruining your marriage. But trust me, Manni will have you regularly serviced by me on your marital bed. That day is not very far; play along for it to happen."

"You are doing this for him," he assured me.

"You are only a few years younger than my father. It almost seems as if I am sleeping with my father-in-law, I said, as I caressed his bulge."

"Well then, there is no harm in letting my seed grow in your womb, he said, touching my belly."

"He pulled me in for a kiss, and I eagerly swapped saliva with him. My hand squeezed his bulge, and I slowly got rid of his shirt. His dark body, full of hair, reminded me of his masculinity. I sucked on his nipples and made love to them. Inder was delirious, and after a few minutes of it, he pushed me southwards."

"I got rid of his jeans and nuzzled into his crotch, inhaling the musky odor that I loved. Not wasting much time, I put his penis in my mouth and sucked on his knob. It was the first time we had such solitude and were in no hurry."

"I sucked on his penis for a good 5 minutes and then turned my attention to his balls. They were large, hairy, and droopy. That's when he let out a moan for the first time."

"Oh... Preet, you are an Apsara (maiden) from heaven. Lick them; coerce them to produce more semen so that you can use the semen to both get pregnant and feed it to your husband," he moaned.

"I spent a good 5 minutes on his testicles, and I noticed him pulling back his legs. Instinctively, my tongue darted to his puckered hole, and I licked it."

"You are my dirty slut. Lick your master's hole; eat his shit," he blurted.

"It was the first time I tasted someone's anus, but his reaction was so good that I continued it for 10 minutes, alternating between his sacs and anus."

"A good twenty-five minutes had passed, and I was worried that we were pushing our luck, so I encouraged him to mount me."

"He urged me to climb on the bed sideways, so that in the light from the bedside table, he could clearly inspect my ass. As I climbed onto the bed, I saw a couple of Magnum condoms and some lube that he had brought along thoughtfully."

"He marveled at the ass that he was so besotted with for a few months."

Slapping my butt, he said, "My Kelly Brook, today, I am gonna take you. You have made me wait too long."

"It fascinated him as he took his time, gently slapping it, running his hand over my smooth skin and the crack between my cheeks."

"He kissed and licked my butt; even nibbled on the delicate skin in a few places. He pushed his nose between my crack and inhaled my musky odor coming from my clean anus. His tongue darted into it and I felt it on my anus. He gave it a few licks, enough to taste me and enough to help me understand he loved my ass. He put on his condom and liberally lubed my anus, smearing some on his cock as well.He stroked it a few times to make it fully hard."

"I spread my cheeks to invite his penis into the right hole, saying, Happy Birthday Inder!"

"As the knob pushed against the entrance, my sphincter muscles instinctively tightened in response, but he kept on trying to make headway."

"You need to relax, Preet," he urged.

"I started rubbing my vagina, which was intensely lubricated."

"I groaned in pain as his knob finally pushed past through those muscles," she added.

"Inder gripped my waist. His thick palm was rubbing against my soft skin. His grip was tight like an iron fist, as if he was trying to keep his bitch from moving."

"The next day, I noticed that there were red marks on the sides of my waist."

"Once it was in, he slowly pushed-in-and-out for me to get used to his girth. He was practically knocking the wind out of me. The rubbing was causing a lot of discomfort; my hands firmly gripped the bedsheet, and I kept on holding my breath, praying that the pain was transitory."

"Slow Inder, it's too big; it won't fit. I must have pleaded for a good 5 minutes but never really stopped him."

"Finally, my sphincter muscles relaxed and I was feeling more at ease. There was a bit of pain, but I started enjoying the pleasant sensations. It felt amazing as his tip seemed to brush against the right spots, causing me to experience those intense feelings that I crave."

"Inder was careful, but I had gotten comfortable enough, so I urged him by saying, fuck your slut, Inder, fuck her, bust her tight hole."

"He increased the tempo, and I heard those pleasant sounds of his thighs hitting hard against my butt and his testicles hitting against my pussy."

"I reached back and pulled my ass cheeks so that he could get it in even more; he had already reached far deeper than you ever could. As his tempo increased, I supported myself on all fours for better balance."

"He was built like a tank as he furiously fucked, ignoring my pregnant condition; some sort of animal instinct had gripped him. After about 5 minutes, I started shuddering with my orgasm. I covered my mouth to stop making guttural sounds; it was an intense feeling that I didn't expect."

"He wasn't done but disengaged, realizing that I had already climaxed."

"What happened?" I asked.

"Let's take a breather," he breathlessly whispered.

"Let's finish it," I said.

"Will take much longer, honey," he said, sitting on the bed.

"I quickly put on my skirt and checked on you. Judging that I had more time, I rushed back with a glass of water for him."

"Inder had gotten rid of the condom and rested on the bed. He was completely sweaty with the action; even I was moderately sweating."

"I lay next to him and hugged him and said, you are quite a stud. How does Anju manage it?"

"She doesn't; leaves me high and dry most of the time. She can't take my size and can't take my weight either," he remarked.

"Hmm... What was your comment about feeding your semen to Manni?"

Cuckolds love the smell of other men's, especially well-endowed men's, semen on their wives. It fuels their hunger for their women and they try to reclaim them by licking it off their wives' bodies," he said.

"That's gross," I countered.

"How so? Don't you swallow my semen?"

"That's different," I tried to explain.

"It's different, but trust me, he would get a lot of satisfaction from it. The proof is always in the pudding," he elaborated.

"I got rid of my top and bra as well, along with my skirt. Now, I was fully naked and available for his pleasure. I was hungry for him as well and didn't want to waste valuable time, so I started kissing him. Getting on my fours across him, I offered him my breasts, which he eagerly latched onto."

"Oh God, you are heavenly," he mumbled. "Are these breasts or udders? You can feed an entire cricket team with these."

"He played rough with them; kissing the sides of the breast, nibbling them, and nibbling on my nipples. He lathered them with his saliva. I was moaning again."

"Preet, you've got to feed Anju's babies. You are their stepmother," he added.

"I kissed him and fondled his penis once again, which had become stiff already, and sucked on it again. Inder was literally in heaven. The prettiest woman he had been chasing for over 6 months was now his slut."

"I kept on licking his testicles and cock for a long time. I liked the smell and taste of his penis and kept on licking and sucking on it for an eternity, gradually taking more and more of it into my mouth. Inder helped me by pushing my head down and kept on playing with my hair. After a good 10 minutes, I invited him to take me again."

"He got down and put on his condom as I sat there and admired his gigantic cock.

Never in my life did I think I would fuck such an enormous cock, similar to the ones that we see in porn movies. And I even took it in my anus," she exclaimed.

"He stood me up and passionately kissed me again. I held his taut penis in my hand; it was touching my pussy lips although my tummy was protruding a lot."

"He turned me around and pushed his penis between my ass cheeks. It reached the other end with ease. He applied a little lube and aligned his penis against the hole, and within a few moments, he pushed it all in. I let out a deep grunt as he pushed it with all his might."

"Easy Inder," I exhaled.

"Inder was on a mission. He held my naked body from behind as I grabbed onto the bedpost and started stroking me. It was working like a charm; hardly a minute and I felt the pleasure of getting fucked by an enormous cock."

"He pulled me back and started kissing on my neck. I started pushing back against him, which encouraged him, and now we entered a perfect rhythm. There was something about this man; he was a super stud; he must have fucked overall for over 20 minutes. 12 minutes in the earlier session and 8 plus minutes already now."

"I wasn't even fingering myself but I was already inching closer to my climax; second climax," she added.

"Tell me you are my slut, he said, as he pulled my face up and kissed me. You are my slut? Aren't you?"

"I whimpered in response and let out guttural moans."

"Yes, yes,... I chanted."

"This encouraged him and he built up an amazing crescendo; each thrust hit me hard on my ass and his balls sometimes would slap against my pussy."

"Uh... uh... I grunted with each stroke; I was almost there with my climax."

"I held my breath as I hit my climax and shuddered violently while he kept on plowing me."

"Once I settled down, he disengaged and asked me to kneel. He removed the condom and invited me to lick it. Just as I was about to take it in my mouth, he used it to slap my face. His thick penis landed on my face as a thud several times striking a submissive chord in me."

"You want my cum, slut?" he asked. I nodded and took his penis in my mouth and started giving him a serious blowjob. After a couple of minutes, he was showing signs of ejaculating. A moment later, he came into my mouth. His penis violently shook for 30 seconds, shooting spurt after spurt that I hungrily gulped down."

"As usual, he smeared his last juices on my lips and not on my entire face. I smiled as I saw smug satisfaction on his face."

"It was already 1:30 in the night. That was the longest sex session I had so far. As I tried to wipe my lips with my bra, he held me and said, let it stay. Sensing some other nefarious thoughts of his, I got dressed."

"He hugged me and, softly kissing me on my cheeks, thanked me for the most fabulous gift he got on his birthday. He said, I have a cardinal rule for my sluts: once I deposit semen in any of their holes, it stays there until they take a bath the next day."

"It stunned me to hear what he wanted from me and, looking deeply into his eyes, I nodded. That's my slut, he said and left."

"Wow. That was intense, Preet. Why did you not tell me earlier?"

"Like I said, I still had to make sure that you wanted this."

Preet had little doubts about me and felt comfortable sharing the gory details of her debauchery. Sexually, she was adventurous and will indulge in practically anything; barring a few things that she initially felt disgusting, such as rimming and anal sex. She allowed me anal sex but never rimmed me. Clearly, the rules were different for me and her lovers.

We took a break and freshened up before continuing with the rest of the story. I had always loved my wife, but that day when she walked back to our seat and saw my beautiful wife, with everything that I had learned about her in the last several hours, I knew I had married the right woman. I had doubts about whether I would ever live my sexual fantasies, but it seemed I would get a lot more than I bargained for.

She gave me a mischievous smile, realizing that I felt like an idiot. Sitting back in our chair, she planted a wet kiss on my lips and said, "You got just the wife you dreamt of."

We marched onto the next step of our journey. Preet's delivery was perfectly normal; she delivered a healthy boy right at the 9th month mark of her conception. The nurses and doctors remarked at how easy it was for her to push our baby out. Her wide hips that men were fascinated by weren't just meant for aesthetics, they had functional significance.

"She is a natural," I remember our Doctor remarked in one of the follow-up appointments, "I hope you are considering raising a large family. It's a lot better here; more facilities; comforts; if one wishes to have a large family, it's not that difficult."

I remember Preet blushed and pretended to be distracted by something at the window. Our doctor was an Indian lady who had immigrated a few years ago, perhaps in her 40s. She also advised on several things, including when to expect normal sex to resume. She told us physically, a woman should be able to have sex right away, but it's usual for couples to wait for a week. Don't worry if you don't feel the urge to have sex, she told Preet, since it was entirely normal as the mother bonds with the baby. Some women don't have sex until 2 months after delivery.

We had normal conversations when we returned from our visit that day. Preet knew there was no reason for us to agree to anything. We will have sex when we feel like it. Of course, Preet was the hottest woman for me, and with her new shape, I had developed a complete obsession with her ass. I stated unequivocally that I would allow Preet to approach me, and until then, I will simply enjoy having her as a companion.Preet got busy with our baby and completely forgot that we were a sexually adventurous couple.

Preet had not had normal sex for a good 3 months, as far as I knew. Apparently, she gave Inder plenty of blowjobs and he fucked her ass couple of times, according to her story, but still it was much less than what a woman like Preet would feel normal.

Her birthday was arriving in a couple of weeks and Preet insisted we keep it a low-key affair. A few families showed up for her birthday as we had planned and we kept it toned down and wrap it up much earlier than our usual time. I had some work with Inder to extend my business and asked him to stay back so that we could discuss it and even hang out together. Inder's house was only a few minutes away, so he dropped his family and returned swiftly as I cleaned up. Preet wanted to assist, but I flatly refused and took care of the chores. We expected her parents to visit us but because of some reason they couldn't visit us;besides, we had to travel to India in a few months and felt that we could manage it since Preet was not working

I noticed how Inder's eyes were glued to her breasts after she changed into comfortable clothing, which was a long nursing dress. She wore no bra underneath to make it easy to nurse our baby. It was definitely a treat for Inder; I thought. I had tried to persuade her to dress in revealing clothes, to no avail in the past. The familiar cuckold thought flashed through my mind and I instantly thought this was an excellent opportunity to capitalize on. However, I wasn't sure, since Preet had shown no interest in sex since her delivery. It had been 11 days to be exact; I was counting on it.

"As usual, you got a call from your work. Once again, someone didn't show up," Preet elaborated on the part of the story that I had missed.

As I explained earlier, I had a part-time business of renting out trucks to various businesses and when some or the other driver doesn't show up; I have to arrange for a secondary driver immediately. On most occasions, I sort it out on the phone, but if required, I make a trip to the office. Sometimes I have to even drive the truck and make the deliveries, but usually it's just a 2 hour affair. I could have easily sorted things out on the phone that day but had the nasty idea of giving Inder yet another opportunity.

"I saw a spark in Inder's eyes the moment he heard about the issue at your work. I wasn't really feeling like having sex, but with Inder my body would automatically prepare for it and the wetness in my pussy for the first time since I delivered our son. Let me know I was ready to breed."

"You had dropped a few suggestions of men who showed an interest in me and that Inder was one of them," she continued. "It also played on my mind as I understood, perhaps you were really trying to live your fantasy."

"Politely Inder tried to excuse himself but you insisted this is your home. Stay, I should be back shortly. Preet will keep you entertained."

"Realistically, you couldn't have returned before an hour had passed. Inder & I saw you out and closed the door."

"How would you like to be entertained, Inder?" I asked, giggling at your imbecile comment.

"He took me into his arms and kissed me at the door. I felt a strange hunger for me, for the first time, as he devoured my mouth. He pushed me against the wall and kissed me hard. His body was completely glued to mine for the first time since there was no hindrance now. I almost felt as if he would take me right there, but we heard your car pull in."

"Inder was disappointed and said, when will your husband learn the virtue of patience? Can't he wait until the dish is ready to be served?"

Preet asked me what happened as she let me in.

"Oh, I forgot the papers," I said and quickly apologized to Inder again and rushed out. At the door, I kissed her cheek softly and whispered, "Please entertain him for me," and gently fondled her breast. She understood what I implied and playfully slapped on my butt as she ushered me out of our house.

"I led him to our bedroom and, after checking on our son, kissed him. Inder returned to his normal state and sensually kissed me as he slowly lifted my gown and caressed my butt, holding my ass cheeks and fondling them. He gradually lifted my Maxie off and pushed it over my head. I was in my undergarments, still kissing him. Even though I felt ashamed about my bloated figure, I felt he liked it."

"Gaining confidence, I unsnapped my bra and let my large breasts loose. Inder sat on the bed and took my breasts into his mouth. I played with his hair, drawing his face into my chest standing there. He suckled on my breasts; as milk flowed into his mouth, he mumbled, so tasty."

"I slowly pushed him back and, climbing on the bed on all fours, offered him my breasts to feast on. Inder was besotted by them and kept on kissing them and suckling on my nipples. I felt like a human cow, feeding him my milk; my breasts needed relief, anyhow."

"Can you deliver this tasty milk to our home? He quipped between the kisses."

"I fondled his cock and testicles as I nursed him. He reached for my pussy and fingered it. His fat, stubby fingers felt much better than yours," she explained.

"Inder kept on suckling and my breasts started leaking as he roughly played with them. The effect of nursing him and getting fingered at the same time sent pleasant sensations through my body; they weren't as intense, but I certainly realized that breastfeeding could be a sexual activity as well. Although I had fantasized about it, I wasn't sure if it really was pleasurable."

"After about 10 minutes of it, I moved to his penis and started sucking it, showering my love on it as usual. He was much quieter during this session. Perhaps he now knew that I was his slut, and he didn't have to remind me of it. I spent a good 15 minutes on his cock and sacs that I loved so much."

"We could have gone for much longer than that but had to cut short our foreplay to leave enough time for actual intercourse, so I invited him to mount me," she said.

"Did you do it in doggy style?" I asked.

"No, we did it in a missionary position as I insisted, saying that I really wanted to feel how a real man makes love to a woman. Because of my pregnant state, that wasn't possible earlier."

"Inder got on top of me and started kissing me; between the kisses he asked, have you folks resumed sex?"

"Not yet. You are opening the account," I said, chuckling.

"I thought it would delight him, but it seemed as if he had fully expected it. I pulled his butt into me and kissed him back voraciously. His penis nestled between my pussy lips; I lined it up against my pussy lips and urged him. Although my pussy was fully lubricated, I still felt stretched as his fat penis made its way in. Even though I had delivered only 10 days ago, it took a few strokes for him to get it all in. Then for the first time I felt my pussy full; right from entrance to the cervix, all the space was taken."

"As he began stroking me, his penis would knock against my cervix and I finally understood how it felt to be fucked by a real man. He was a lot heavier than you, as well, and I felt as if I was mated with a breeding bull. Just the way the farmer breeds his cows with the breeding bull for their superior genetics, I thought you too wanted me to breed with Inder."

"I was the Jersey Cow, and he was the Indian Bison!"

Preet was around 150 lbs and Inder 220 lbs so her analogy was perfect. Also, Inder was much darker, so the Indian Bison to Jersey Cow comparison seemed apt as well. I was perhaps 165 lbs and hence she noticed the vast difference in my weight and Inder's weight.

"It didn't take even 5 minutes for me to climax, but Inder kept on plowing me as if he wanted me to get immediately pregnant again. The surreal slapping sounds of pelvises filled in the room and I was worried if that would influence our baby. My whimpering and moans were continually going on, even though I tried to subdue it. I bent my knees and pulled in his butt with both my hands as if I wanted to push his penis inside my cervix."

"We both were sweating, even though the room was quite cool. I kept on kissing him and urging him, but avoided using expletives as our son was in the same room. Inder took his time and showed amazing control, alternating with rapid and slow strokes. I was continuously moaning as inched towards my second climax and perhaps after 20 minutes of non-stop fucking, we both came together. His penis spewed his semen, deep inside, perhaps right in my cervix."

"As we tried to catch our breath, he laid on top of me and asked, does your husband fuck you like this?"

"He is not even half as good," I said.

"To my utter shock, he said, wait until you have sex with my father. He is even bigger, vigorous, and boisterous in bed."

"Why would I have sex with him?"

"This is only the beginning of your journey. There will be plenty of more men, he assured and lifting himself, off offered his pens for me to clean. As an obedient slut I cleaned it off with my mouth."

"We got dressed and headed back to the living room when your car pulled in. You saw us sitting comfortably, watching TV and chatting, and took it as if everything was normal."

I remember heading to the kitchen to get some water when Preet joined me and suggested that perhaps she can make some tea for us as discussing business over drinks wouldn't be wise. That's when I had the urge to kiss her and pulling her into my embrace planted my lips on hers. She hesitated for a moment, hinting about Inder's presence, but quickly kissed me back. I remember liking her breath that day and kissing her voraciously. It was a mixture of the fact that I was deprived of sex for a long time and that I was worked up imagining something may have transpired between Inder & her. Clearly, it didn't occur to me I was tasting Inder's semen.

"After Inder left, we had an intense episode of sex that night as we resumed our sex again. You thought the intensity came from Inder pursuing me, but it came from the fact that he mounted your wife, in our bedroom, on our marital bed. It was the same bed, same bedsheet. I could bet there was some dampness because of leaking of our combined juices as well."

"So, he even mentioned his father?" I asked, visibly shaken by her narration.

"Hope your bunty has not leaked yet," she joked, "don't play with it while I narrate the story."

Inder's father was a well-known womanizer in our community. He was perhaps around 60 and, from what I had heard, was sexually quite active. I knew he had a mistress back in India who was about Inder's age. He visited Inder twice a year and usually stayed a couple of months at a time. White women and fair women fascinated him as he himself was quite dark, darker than even Inder.

"You became bold and started sharing your deepest fantasies about seeing me with other men soon after that, kept on persuading me," she continued.

"Inder became a regular visitor and he would either have actual intercourse with me or I would give him a blowjob, depending on the time we had. But on most days, it was nothing more than some intense kissing and foreplay. And our anniversary day was fast approaching."

"Inder had special plans for our anniversary; I was petrified with the idea itself and tried to persuade you to celebrate it away from home. But you refused, since a lot of your friends were unhappy about not celebrating your birthday earlier in the year," she continued with her story.

I felt uncomfortable avoiding my friends on my anniversary, since a lot of them couldn't attend our wedding back in India. Inder & Anju insisted on hosting a party to celebrate our anniversary and invited us, along with a few close friends. Preet was not comfortable, but I felt awkward to turn down their invitation. They were practically family and hence, I persuaded Preet.

Inder and Anju were gracious enough to do the planning and organizing of the party. I still vividly recall how beautiful Preet looked that day in her blue colored Salwar Khameez that she had especially bought for the occasion. She wore her small nose ring that she often wears with her Indian attire on formal occasions. Her regular red lipstick and a small bindi adorned her face. She looked stunning, and to make a point, she took a selfie and sent it to me. It was such a pretty one that I used it to solicit interest from black men a week later or so on an online forum.

Party started pretty early in the evening; the cake cutting happened immediately followed by some singing and dancing, which was followed by dinner. Some of us started drinking soon after the evening festivities were wrapped up. We had an early session where Preet gave me a blowjob at Inder's place, but soon after that I was a little too drunk and woke up only next morning in our guest bedroom. Apparently, Inder had driven us home.

"Anju had made all the arrangements to perfection. She meticulously prepared me that day; I looked like a newly wedded bride, apart from some of the excess weight I had gained. Anju & I instantly clicked a few pictures to celebrate that moment."

"I sent you a selfie as soon as I finished my makeup that day. The party was in full swing; everyone profusely congratulated you on having such a pretty wife. We posed for pictures, partied, danced, and had a lot of fun that evening."

"After the cake cutting ceremony, when the singing and dancing program started, everyone got super busy with festivities. We did our usual dancing for a few rounds and then I felt exhausted in that formal dress and wanted to change into a comfortable attire, but you dissuaded me, saying that I looked beautiful in them."

That evening Preet was the hottest looking woman in that entire party. Even otherwise, I felt Preet was prettiest in our community and, based on the things that I learned, I knew she was also the most adventurous one. Anju definitely knew how to dress a bride as Preet looked even better now than on our wedding day. I could see many men's lecherous glances as well that agreed with my point of view.

I continued with my usual bantering as I told her who was checking her out and even urged her to show some of her skin. However, in that dress, not much was possible. They had to stay content with her beautiful face, which, in all honesty, was enough to entice anyone.

"The dinner program started and everyone was busy in the backyard with it when I excused myself to change," she continued.

"That's when Inder accosted me in the bedroom and said, I have to give you your anniversary gift. With little ado, he softly kissed me on my lips and pushed my shoulders to kneel. Let me change, I pleaded, but he said he couldn't wait and then I knelt down and unzipped his pants and stroked his flaccid cock."

"Wouldn't it have been great if you, Manni, had invited me to the opening of your pussy last year?" he said.

"I blushed and gave him my best blowjob and said, how greedy of you; you got to open my ass, isn't that enough?"

"Instead of fucking my mouth that even he was content to let me do the hard work. I worked on my charm and Inder, the stud, couldn't hold it any longer than 10 minutes. As usual, I gulped most of it but he pulled out his penis and rubbed it on my lips and my cheeks."

"He asked me for a selfie, so I took it on my phone and told him I would show it to you later as I ushered him out. Let me send your husband; he could itch for his gift as well, he said, as he exited."

"Before I knew it, Anju was already directing you to the guest bedroom where I was. I turned off the light and quickly used the towel to wipe my face."

Inside I remember. Preet waited for me as I walked in. She pulled me into her embrace and planted her lips on mine. She had turned off the light to avoid attention.

"Happy Anniversary," she whispered, and continued to kiss me. She was intensely aroused; her hot breath invited me in and I passionately kissed my wife of 1 year. After a little kissing, she knelt in front of me and gave me one of her best blowjobs.

Unfortunately, I couldn't even last more than 5 minutes as I was too worked up with events of that evening.

"After our brief episode," she continued, "I freshened up and joined everyone back at the party. No one noticed we were missing as we were out not more than half-hour."

"The festivities died down at about 10:30 and people started leaving at 11:00. After that, as usual, you and Inder continued a little with your drinks and we called it a night. Inder drove us to our home, as you were not in a state to drive. In the car you dozed off; we had to wake you up and escort you into our house. Inder led you to our guest bedroom, as that was the nearest."

"I put our baby in a crib and returned to check on you. You were stoned; not sure what happened to you. Inder told me you had tried a much stronger one today, and that was the effect. That was clearly a sign that you wanted Inder to celebrate your anniversary with your wife."

"Are you convinced of Manni's cuckold tendencies now?" he asked, as we lay in the bed in each other's arms.

"Sort of," I said.

"Did you give him a taste of my semen earlier today?"

"I nodded."

"It's clear then, he said, as he passionately kissed me. I kissed him; we had left the bedroom door unlocked. If you had walked in, you would find us enjoying your anniversary fuck. He had to leave, so he mounted me in doggy position and fucked me for 20 long minutes. I had two intense orgasms, and I was my usual self, not containing any of my emotions or sounds. He came inside me; flooding my womb with his semen. It was as if he was gushing; perhaps the thought of taking me on our anniversary was playing on his mind."

"He left quickly after that, and we both slept. You only woke up the next day; celebrating your anniversary the way you perhaps imagined in your fantasies. Giving your wife to another man."

Just as she finished our story, our flight was landing in India. We were both headed for different destinations and wouldn't get to see each other for at least 2-3 weeks. She had sexually starved me for a week already, and she shared all the gory details of how Inder seduced her and fucked her in our house.

As we checked out of the plane and the customs, these thoughts and images swirled through my mind.

"You thought the story was all over, right?" She started again.

"The person who responded to your online ad for black men was none other than Inder," she added as my eyes almost popped out.

"And guess what? The picture he sent was a real one that he took from my phone. You hadn't noticed that the location of the photograph had changed due to which he had masked some of the background."

"Inder was convinced now that you were indeed a cuckold. I assured him that someone else must have gotten a picture from my phone, and we got the pictures taken down from the site almost immediately."

I remember that my account was locked and since Preet was not too keen on taking the next step; I didn't explore any further. Now it was all making sense.

"Is this all really true?" I asked, as we were heading to our terminals to take the next flight. She smiled and said, "If you really want to believe it. Otherwise, they are just fantasies like yours but much more vivid than yours."

"You have been pushing me to take on another man. This was a quick trailer of what it looks like. You have about 3 weeks to deeply contemplate it and decide if you really want to embrace this lifestyle."

We bid our goodbyes as she left me high and dry.

Chapter 3 - Preet's slutty adventure in India

Images of Inder banging my gorgeous wife raced through my mind as I boarded my next flight. I was restless the entire day, mostly sleeping and dreaming about her. I regained some of my senses the next morning and reflected on my present situation. I had the same pangs of anxiety that each cuckold has when he actually lives out his fantasy. The realization that I had been a pawn during the entire game made me feel even worse about myself. However, the result was that I had a persistent erection, maybe the most excruciatingly rigid erection I have ever had in my life.

I avoided talking to her and spent the entire day tossing and turning in bed. Inder and Sunny were at the top of my list, and I had always assumed that Inder would score with her, although her chemistry with Sunny was far better. It startled me she had also mentioned Inder's father's name; he was considerably older, and her inclination to even entertain his thoughts disturbed me. All the advice I got makes sense now. Once such things get going, they take on a life of their own, and I'd never be able to control them.

Preet had recently turned 26 years old, and these men would enjoy her youth. Inder's blatant remarks about impregnating her just inflamed her desire to mate with him. I knew she had a boyfriend prior to our marriage, and Preet assured me she ended the relationship about a year before our wedding. I was curious whether she would try to rebuild her relationship with him now that she had begun on her slutty path.

During our discussions, she informed me he wasn't marriage material. Every time she saw him, he was more intent on mounting her. Each date with him was a physical affair, with Abhi continually groping and fondling her privates. That's how she ended up giving him blowjobs. I've always wondered why he never took her virginity. After all, it would be easy for a woman to lose her virginity after a two-year romance.

Even though Preet hinted it may all be an elaborate fantasy, I knew she wasn't lying. Inder had most likely tasted my wife, and she was merely pretending to gauge my reaction. With my stiff erection, it was clear to both of us I enjoyed the prospect of her being his slut.

We didn't talk until the next evening. I asked about her boyfriend after we exchanged pleasantries.

"Why do you want to know about him?" she inquired.

"Did Nupur divulge anything about him to you?"

Nupur was Preet's close friend, and I was well acquainted with her. She was the same age as Preet, but she was a mother of two. I had an excellent bond with them because of Preet's persistent connection with her. Nupur was a plain-looking, regular woman with a remarkable capacity to converse and make friends. Nupur's husband was also a charming guy who seemed to have a crush on Preet. Especially during our video conversations. I caught him gazing at Preet's breasts. I also fantasized about him taking Preet a few times.

"No, why? What happened?"

Preet remarked, cautiously, "For the last few months, Abhi has been persuading me to meet for old times' sake, while Nupur has been telling me not to. I assumed she was talking to you about it."

"Oh, really?" I exclaimed with glee.

"Be serious, Manni," she chuckled, "he doesn't have good intentions regarding your wife."

"After all, he is your ex-boyfriend. What's the harm in doing so?" I responded with laughter.

She smirked. "If I had known you just thought with your dick, I would not have married you."

"But, Preet, is there any other way to think about it with you?"

She laughed and asked, "Why are all the men around me so eager to mount me?"

"Because you are one hell of a hot woman," I said firmly.

"After having been with Inder, it wouldn't have bothered me," she added, "but Abhi was my boyfriend, and it's plausible that I'll develop feelings for him again."

"I don't mind if it encourages you to have a lot more sex with him," I said.

"You're so kinky, Manni," she said.

"Abhi is such a jerk," she said, "after he realizes you're a cuckold, he'll come over and breed me on our marital bed."

"Didn't you say he wanted to have intercourse with you, but you wouldn't allow him?"

"I didn't, but he made excellent use of my mouth," she said, lowering her eyes.

"Well, maybe he can enjoy all your holes now," I joked.

"You're crazy. Doesn't it concern you that your wife's ex-boyfriend continues to molest her even after marriage?"

"Preet, you already know the answer," I responded.

"Abhi was really enterprising," she said.

"He eventually found my phone number after a lot of digging and got in touch with me a few months ago. He's been attempting to get our address ever since."

"Apparently, he was visiting the US for business and was asking whether he could stay at our place."

"Of course, why not?"

"Nupur is here," she stated, adding, "I will phone you later."

Preet was seeing Nupur's family that evening, so we couldn't speak until later in the evening. Since Preet mentioned the text messages exchanged between Abhi and her, I double-checked my computer backups. After supper, I began browsing through her texts and discovered that Preet, Nupur, and Abhi had exchanged a lot of messages in the past few weeks.

Abhi was clearly persuading Preet to resume their relationship, and Nupur was dissuading her. Nupur seemed to know all about Preet's terrible past. Farhan, Nupur's husband, came up during their conversation. Nupur had married a Muslim guy and was well aware of her husband's feelings for Preet. Nupur appears to have assured Preet that she was OK if Preet wanted to spread her legs for her husband Farhan's Muslim seed.

It blew my mind to read about Nupur and Preet's nasty conversation. Preet would erase all offensive content from her history, so it wouldn't have been noticeable until I reviewed these backup records. Preet wasn't aware of them, and as I had no intention of judging Preet or using them against her, I didn't feel guilty about it.

Nupur was a few years older than Nupur, maybe 29, and her husband, Farhan, was 37 years old. Farhan had divorced his first wife since she couldn't bear him children. Nupur was his second wife. Nupur had two children within four years of her marriage, and Farhan determined to have a large family was pressuring her to have another baby quickly. Preet and I had discussed it; we both knew Preet was excited about the prospect of being pregnant and nursing.

We would often joke about Farhan making good use of Preet, his sister-in-law. They had that vibe in their relationship, and Nupur didn't mind Farhan and Preet's little flirtation. Because it appeared like Preet was eager to have sex with Abhi, Nupur urged her to give Farhan a chance. She even offered the use of her farmhouse, which was in a quiet area and provided plenty of seclusion.

"Is Farhan also visiting?" I texted Preet.

"Yes, they are staying here for a few days before going to the wedding," she texted.

"Are all of you downstairs?"

"We're upstairs, Manni. There isn't enough room below for all of us."

Preet's parents lived in a two-story conventional home. Her parents usually lived downstairs and used to rent out their upper apartment after Preet graduated from high school. However, it was available, maybe because of Preet's visit. The upper apartment included a kitchen, two bedrooms, a living room, and a small terrace. It appeared to be a nice place for them to stay because it provided ample room and privacy. If Nupur was encouraging Preet to entertain her husband, I thought it was completely plausible that this might happen during this visit.

"Interesting. Is it possible for Farhan to enjoy the benefit of being in the company of his sister-in-law?" I sent a text. In the Indian context, the relationship between a woman's younger sister and her husband is special. In the olden days, Farhan would have considered Preet as his half-wife and enjoyed some of her charms.

"Wouldn't you wish that?"

"But, of course, Preet; he deserves it, doesn't he?"

"You seem to be eager to raise his children [smiley]. Nupur asserted he breeds his women."

"I thought you loved circumcised cocks. Don't you?"

"You have a one-track mind. We're now watching a movie. Please do not bother us," came her succinct reply.

I began reading her interactions with Nupur and realized that Nupur knew about Preet's backstory. Abhi was a few years Farhan's junior and knew him well. That was predictable, given that they all lived in the same neighborhood. Farhan always had feelings for Preet, but married Nupur since Preet was unavailable for whatever reason. Nupur was a lovely woman with a light complexion and a slim physique, but she was small at 5' 3", compared to Preet's 5' 8" height and Farhan's 6' 2" height. Abhi was perhaps my height, standing at 5' 10".

Farhan had a darker complexion than Inder. Abhi had a normal North Indian skin tone. Preet said I was the most attractive of the three and that if given another chance, she would have still married me. She did, however, admit that Abhi and Farhan were sexually attractive.

Among the messages, Nupur had included a photo of Farhan's huge penis as proof of his prowess. It was as dark as coal and as thick as her favorite dildo Marcus. I could understand Preet's fascination with tall men. Only these tall dudes could have such enormous cocks to please a woman her size. I couldn't imagine a small woman like Nupur coping with someone like Farhan.

It was strange to read their texts since they could have spoken about it, but Nupur believed it was preferable to text to avoid awkwardness. She explained that if Preet had an affair with Farhan, she would be happy with it, and would even encourage it. Farhan had a strong sexual appetite and needed something on the side to satisfy it. Muslim men may have many wives, and Nupur wanted Farhan to have mistresses rather than multiple wives. Preet was already yearning to mate with Abhi, which is why Nupur had advanced this proposal.

At that very moment, I noticed a new text from Nupur.

"Preet, go for it. Don't squander this moment!"

I shuddered reading the text. My erection was as hard as a rock, and it tempted me to text Preet, but I knew I had to wait for her to call me back. I tossed and turned in bed for a long time before falling asleep early in the morning.

Preet's call woke me up in the morning. "Wake up, sleepyhead. Didn't you have an important business meeting today?"

"I'm sending you something to jerk off. I hope you have a good time with it. But be careful," she warned as she hung up the phone.

I dashed to the restroom and checked her message after freshening up. It was a password-protected link to an audio file. "BeCarefulWhatYouWishFor!" was the password.

There was over an hour of audio of Preet's actual intercourse with Farhan that night. She shared it with me so I could understand what it would be like for her to have an affair with another man. Hearing Preet's groans throughout the episode was a very intense experience. Preet was an energetic woman who relished every second of that experience. It gave me an intense ejaculation. I had business meetings that day, so I had to rush out.

I had a busy day and just had a few minutes to speak with Preet. She said she'd tell me everything later. She wanted to make the most of the time she had with Farhan.

That night, when I called Preet, Farhan and Nupur had stepped out for a short stroll, so we had some privacy to talk.

"Did you enjoy my gift?" she inquired.

"It was the best; I wish I could have been there to watch the action as well," I said.

"You do not know how far I shot my seed after jerking off to that."

"Well, they are planning to visit us sometime next year, so you will surely have a chance," she laughed.

"Manni, concentrate on your work. When we meet, we can talk about everything. Imagine whatever you desire and then jerk yourself off. Because you won't be able to have any sex till we return."

Preet avoided conversing with me and ignored my texts for a while, giving me plenty of time to concentrate. I had definitely overestimated the time needed to work on my business transactions and ended up concluding them quite early in the week. Preet was already on her way to meet Abhi. Nupur had invited him to a relative's wedding and offered her farmhouse as a meeting spot. Since I had minor work left, I thought of surprising Preet. I didn't want to interfere with her plans, so I devised a plan to alter my outfit and attend the wedding. I felt adventurous and took a chance; at worst, I could claim that I wanted to surprise Preet.

Preet fantasized about getting fucked by two men. We frequently enacted it by using a dildo as a stand-in for another man. In the most recent texts, Nupur hinted that perhaps instead of entertaining Abhi alone, she could live that fantasy.

I arrived at the wedding after drastically altering my attire to avoid being noticed. It was an unusual outfit; I dressed as an old Sikh man with a turban. I'd trimmed my hair a long time ago and was always clean shaven, so I didn't expect anyone to recognize me at the wedding. Because the wedding was that of Nupur's relatives, few people would have recognized me.

It didn't take long to find Preet, who was at the wedding with Abhi. For the first time, I saw Abhi. He appeared to be an average-looking man, perhaps an inch taller than me; there was absolutely nothing appealing about him until I observed his long limbs, which hinted at the size of his cock. No wonder Preet was so in love with his cock. He was already looking like a middle-aged guy and had gained weight in his midsection. They were together most of the day. Looking at them, I thought we were a more attractive couple, and I was happy Preet picked me over him.

I'd been watching them since the morning and noted they had wonderful chemistry.

Farhan, too, seemed to pay close attention to her. This continued on for most of the day. In the evening, I finally spotted Abhi fondling and kissing Preet behind the dining tents. It was such an intense moment for me I couldn't help but risk spying on them. This proved to be my undoing, as Nupur eventually caught up with me and said, "Don't make a scene, just follow me."

"Are you foolish, Manni?" she said as we reached a quiet spot.

"Does this pique your interest? You're snooping on your wife? Watching her have sex with other men"

I didn't know what to say, so I just said, "How did you recognize me?"

"Your make-up appears to be fake. You've also been staring at her since the morning. It's obvious."

"I don't know what got into me, Nupur," I pleaded.

"Calm down now," she said assuringly.

"Look, if this excites you, I have a plan for you. But you must be patient and keep your mouth shut."

I nodded eagerly.

"Let's go from here," she murmured as she led me out of that area. We completed our meal, and after another hour, she drove us to the farmhouse. She made some sort of excuse for Farhan, put her kids up with one of her cousins, and drove me out of there. The farmhouse was only a half-hour drive away, and Nupur and I had ample opportunity to discuss candidly our emerging predicament.

"I'm glad you enjoy watching Preet with other men," she said as we drove away.

"I never believed she was a one-man woman; you know, such a highly sexed woman can't be content with just one man."

"And you having a below average-sized penis only made matters worse," she added nonchalantly.

"What else, according to her, wasn't I good at?"

"Oh, Manni, she never complained about you," she clarified.

"She's not the sort to cry, if you know what I mean."

"It's just that we're open and don't mind discussing such topics."

"What's the deal with you and Farhan? Aren't you afraid of losing him to your best friend?"

"I am terrified of losing him," she replied.

"He hates controlling and domineering women. This is a sort of hobby for him. Seducing pretty married women and hopefully impregnating them with his Muslim seed."

"Does he visit prostitutes?"

"No way; he's a pious man who doesn't even drink. This maybe his sole vice, and trust me, I don't really consider charity to be a vice," she giggled.

"Anyhow," she added, "it astonished me to find that there were guys like my husband who truly felt it was their mission to pleasure women and contribute to the growth of the world population."

"And married women who would sleep with him. Of course, their husbands were clueless, but surely some would have known?"

"There must be someone who is totally opposite of Farhan, right? Someone who wishes to have his wife ravaged by such studs," she continued.

"I'm so delighted to be meeting one," she remarked as she extended her hand to shake mine. I shook her hand nervously.

"This will be our secret," she stated confidently.

"Preet was a popular woman in college; she had the vibe and the beauty to carry it. Many boys lusted for her, and I always felt inadequate in her presence, but our relationship strengthened with time. She's so adorable; I could hardly feel jealous."

"Many of the boys in our area would frequently grope her ass or breasts. Most females would have spun around and slapped them, but Preet was always careful not to cause a scene. It flustered her, but she still didn't complain. It was as though she relished the attention."

"Abhi had to work hard to win her over. Abhi is 7 years senior to Preet. Preet always had something for older men. She took me with her the first time she met Abhi. It was at the village fair in our town. Abhi didn't waste any time and kissed her right away. He would have stolen her virginity that night if I hadn't been around. By the time I intervened, he had already inserted his fingers inside her pussy."

"Because Preet was falling for it too soon, I made her promise not to open her legs for him until marriage."

"However, Preet persisted in meeting him, and you know the rest," she explained.

"When did their affair begin?" I inquired.

"I believe it was just after her 21st birthday."

"Can you tell me how long it lasted?"

"It ceased a year before your wedding," she said.

"Didn't Abhi get married two years before our wedding?"

"That's a strange thing," she said.

"He still got to enjoy her charms, even though he was married. Preet was convinced that he wasn't marriage material but was good for some fun on the side. She was insatiable and would have orgasms simply by sucking him. For average ladies like us, this is unimaginable."

"Anyway, I didn't believe she could be content with just one man; I'm delighted she's married to someone who doesn't mind her philandering."

"Does Preet have any idea?" she inquired.

"No. It's already humiliating," I implored.

"Manni, please accept my apologies. It's simply that I was so looking forward to meeting someone like you. I couldn't stop myself from talking about it."

"Farhan, and you are open about this?" I inquired. She gave a nod.

"So, how about you? Do you also have intercourse with other men?"

"I believe you know nothing about these things, do you?" she replied, glaring at me.

I looked at her intently and waited for her to enlighten me.

"He will never tolerate my infidelity. Unlike Preet, I don't feel tempted to have a lot of sex with a lot of men. That's probably why he married me," she said.

We arrived at her farmhouse. It was a desolate location with a lot of foliage and trees surrounding a small cottage. She walked me inside and showed me a modest cottage that appeared primitive but clean. There was a tiny kitchen, a living area, and one bedroom that could sleep two people.

"It was my father's retreat," she explained.

"He used to come here with his mistresses and spend his free time with them. After he died, I inherited this and discovered that he was a kinky man who did a lot of things that I am not proud of. I've come to grips with it to a great extent now."

"There is a little space behind this wall that is used as a storage room and will allow you to see inside. Come, let me show you."

We stepped outside. On the bedroom and living room side, there was a small protruding part that was used as a storage room. She pushed open the door and took me inside. It was a tiny room, about 10 x 5 feet in size. It had a few supply shelves, but behind them was a narrow nook that Nupur pointed out and remarked, "You may peep in from there."

She adjusted the peephole cover, allowing light from the other room to enter the shed. I realized I could see inside the bedroom at that point. She pointed to another keyhole that peeped into the living room. The kitchen and bathrooms were on the opposite side, so there was some privacy there.

"You can also hear things," she said as she handed me earbuds and connected the other end to a nearby phone socket that wasn't visible.

Exactly what sort of contraption was this? Such things only existed in fantasies, I supposed. And did Nupur's father actually build one?

"Did your father make any recordings from here?" I inquired.

"I'm not sure; I don't think so," she answered as we walked out the door.

"Listen, this may seem strange, but I think he must have been watching his business colleagues have sex with their mistresses, or perhaps their spouses," she stated after some reluctance.

"Nothing about his bringing ladies here has come to my attention. His business colleagues and other powerful figures largely brought them."

"Are you suggesting that he, too, is?" I inquired, but kept my remarks to myself.

"Maybe, but I'm not sure. My mother, unlike Preet, was not an attractive woman," she said.

"Anyway, this must be a paradise for you, right?" she inquired.

"All I ask is that you give these men the opportunity to enjoy Preet's youth," she continued.

"Do you know why Preet continued to have an affair with Abhi after he was married?" I inquired.

At that moment, we spotted a vehicle approaching. Nupur dashed inside to turn off the lights and lock the door. She took my hand in hers and pulled me into the storeroom.

"I'm glad I parked the car on the far side of the house," she added as she walked me to the back wall. I could definitely hear my heart racing in the darkness. She clasped my hand and murmured, "Preet must desperately need sex. I should have expected them to hasten to the farmhouse."

"Since we cannot turn on any lights or make any sounds. I'm holding your hand so that we're both conscious of our own movements."

"Preet kept her fling with Abhi going since she simply wanted to have sex with him. He would have been a terrible husband," she elaborated.

She lifted the cover to reveal the keyhole and urged me to peek inside. The inside of the home was dark; the headlights illuminated the door, and I could see a sliver of light sneaking in through the gap between the doors. I could hear footsteps and the sound of someone fumbling with the lock. Nupur assured us they wouldn't notice anything if we didn't turn on the light inside our storeroom and kept it quiet.

The bedroom and living area had the same wall. This provided excellent visibility in both rooms. The aperture on the opposite side opened to reveal an eyepiece that delicately fit into the picture itself. Only someone who was on the lookout for it could find it. The eyepiece delicately fit into the motif. The rooms themselves were around 12 ft × 12 ft in size, which was relatively small by American standards but much larger by Indian norms. It looked modest and included only the required furnishings. The storage area took up around 6 feet of bedroom and living room space, making it a perfect site for spying on both.

Abhi and Preet stumbled in as the door opened. They were in an intimate embrace, and the only thing I could see was a silhouette since they didn't turn on the lights. When I heard the vehicle draw back, I asked, "Who is driving the car?"

"Farhan is parking the car."

"The headlights went out shortly after that." Preet and Abhi were passionately kissing inside. My penis felt rigid, and I needed to reposition my bulge to feel at ease. I heard Preet's moans as they staggered to the bedroom door. Their lipsmacking was audible. For a long time, I had hoped to witness something like this.

Farhan walked in and switched on the light. I fixed my gaze on Preet. She was still dressed in her beautiful outfit, but Farhan and Abhi had changed into their normal dresses. Preet and Abhi were chewing on each other's lips. Preet's fair skin was visible even in the dim light. Both of them appeared to be nothing more than goons in front of her. That heightened the intensity of the situation even further.

It was humiliating to see my wife passionately kiss her ex-boyfriend while I held her best friend's hand for comfort. Nupur was standing close next to me, massaging my palm. As she stepped closer to me, her light perfume enveloped my senses.

Abhi appeared to be a regular guy. He seemed to be a middle-aged man physically. Apparently, he had gained a lot more weight. I would have classified him in the same category as Inder, but he was a couple of shades lighter than Inder. Preet's milky white complexion was noticeable in that poorly lit room surrounded by those two thugs. Farhan secured the door and checked the rooms as Preet and Abhi kissed by the bedroom door.

Nupur gripped me, her hand sensually fondling my buttocks. "What are you doing?" I inquired hesitantly.

"Nothing," she nuzzled my neck and murmured in my ear. "I'm just trying to see whether you're excited," she continued, caressing my bulge. My stiff penis must have confirmed her doubt, yet she kept fondling it. I was taken aback, but not astonished. We'd crossed a lot of limits that night.

Farhan handed them a water bottle and entered the washroom. They finally broke up the kiss after approximately five minutes of passionate kissing, and Preet cleaned her lips, which were coated in his saliva. She sipped the water and complained to Abhi, "My outfit is getting ruined. Please allow me to change first."

I locked my gaze on my lovely wife, who was destined to be a slut. She looked so hot, young, and alluring. Her face was flushed red as she averted his gaze and dashed into the restroom as soon as Farhan walked out. Nupur slowly unzipped my pants, and I involuntarily halted her, but only for a moment before letting her continue. Nupur, who was gaining confidence, struggled with the button on my pants, and I assisted her. She moaned audibly as she reached into my crotch and squeezed my penis firmly.

"Preet is fortunate to have you as her husband," she whispered. "Few would accept, let alone appreciate, their wife's adultery."

I turned around and kissed her on the lips. Her kiss was moist and her breath warm. She thrust her tongue into my mouth with fervor. In between our intense kisses, she released my penis and squeezed it tightly while rubbing her thumb on the knob. She pushed me back after a minute of kissing, saying, "Don't get the wrong idea. Farhan's cock will be the only one to enter my pussy. But I wouldn't mind your lips. Preet raves about them."

My attention was drawn to the bedroom, where Farhan and Abhi sat on the bed in their underwear, waiting for Preet. Preet soon appeared, dressed in a stunning two-piece lingerie that I had never seen before. She flaunted herself in front of them, and they both adored her full figure. Preet looked stunning in her black lingerie. The top was pretty translucent, reaching just below her hips, and her breasts were more or less exposed. Her huge areolas and milk-filled breasts were clearly visible. Preet flushed as Farhan and Abhi lavished her with compliments.

"She is such a beautiful woman; I'm surprised I didn't pursue her when she was single," Farhan stated.

"I only paid heed to her ever since she reached puberty," Abhi said.

"What could you have done? Weren't you already married?" asked Preet

"Such things have never stopped me," he said boldly.

"I know," Preet replied, as she got on top of him on the bed. From behind, her butt looked extremely hot and tempting. "Even the fact that I am married wouldn't have made any difference," she said, latching onto Farhan's lips.

Abhi reached for her buttocks and slapped them hard.

"Ouch," she yelped, glaring at him.

"Slut, stop making faces! By the time we're done with you tonight, your butt is going to be bruised."

Abhi fondled her ass and slapped it a few times before kissing it. Her ass looked great from that angle. Anyone would have pounced on her in a heartbeat. She rolled to Farhan's side after a brief kiss, and he resumed kissing her. I could plainly see the difference in their skin tones now. To say that it aroused my loins would be an understatement.

Abhi swiftly moved to her breasts, rudely ripping off her bra and latching onto her breasts. Preet sighed as Abhi roughhoused her breasts.

As he drained her milk, he muttered, "Tasty." The act of breastfeeding often heightened her craving. She squirmed as Abhi suckled her, and Farhan kissed her passionately. After about 5 minutes, Abhi proceeded south and took off her underpants in the same manner.

"Ouch," she grumbled.

"That lingerie is pricey. You've ruined it, Abhi!"

"Why do you need it? You look a lot better undressed," he retorted as he dove into her pussy. Abhi nibbled on her pussy lips, and I could see her wriggling. She moaned and groaned continuously.

This went on for at least ten minutes. Farhan continued to kiss her; he did nothing else as Abhi suckled on her and licked her, giving her a tremendous orgasm. As Abhi licked on Preet's clit, she aggressively pushed her hips against his mouth. Toward the end, she stopped kissing Farhan and began saying, "Oh Fuck..." over and over.

Abhi let go of her as she finally crashed on the bed. I could finally see her shaved, clean pussy. Her pussy flared lips were deep crimson. Her legs were weak as she shivered from her climax.

"Preet so easily gets an orgasm!" Nupur said to me inside.

We were both taking turns peering inside. When Preet was recovering, Nupur latched onto my lips. She kissed me while sensually stroking my penis. It was a deep kiss that lasted many minutes, long enough for me to realize Nupur also liked me. My hands sought for her breasts instinctively, and she let me fondle and massage them. Her breasts were nice and plump, despite her petite stature.

I peered inside, breaking the kiss, and saw Preet extracting Farhan's large, black penis from his underpants. It appeared enormous in her delicate fingers. I had dreamed about the contrast between her pale complexion and his ebony cock on countless occasions. Preet put his cock in her mouth and swirled her tongue over it sensuously. Abhi didn't want to be left out, so he extended his cock for her to suck. Preet also moaned and licked his dick. She switched between the two, pretending to lick lollipops.

She knelt beside the bedside and sucked them when the posture became uncomfortable. That's when I noticed Abhi's cock. He was tall, but not as tall as Farhan. Farhan's uncut cock appeared menacing because of its black color and circumcised deep purple knob. Abhi's penis was significantly lighter in color. Preet's lips stretched on those massive phalluses looked incredible. She massaged one cock while fellating the other, and she occasionally caressed their testicles.

Nupur murmured, "You've married an insatiable harlot! Only such studs may fulfill her needs."

She kissed me again, but my thoughts were on Preet, so I whispered, "Thank you for this chance. I've dreamt about it my whole life. I would like to make sure I don't miss any of it."

"Oh, I see," she said, "so you'd rather see your wife getting royally fucked by studs than poking another lady. Is that it?"

"I hope you understand," I pleaded.

"Of course!"

She quickly left, and I stood there in complete darkness, watching my wife mate with two incredible studs. Already, a good 30 minutes had passed and nothing more than foreplay had happened. Preet climbed onto the bed on all fours. Abhi gave her a couple more tight slaps on the buttocks, which she seemed to love, though I'm sure it hurt. Abhi jumped onto the bed, grabbed her hair, and wiped his penis on her lips. He smacked his cock a few times on her lips and face, which Preet always enjoyed. The only difference was that Abhi's penis must have weighed twice as much as mine.

"Haven't you missed this?" he proudly asked. Abhi indeed was a bastard; he held her hair in a menacing grip as he took his time slapping her face with his cock. Her face had turned deep red but didn't seem to bother him.

Farhan fondled her ass and slowly parted her cheeks to expose her anal opening. As Abhi left her hand and let her kiss his dick and testicles, she briefly looked behind and pulled her ass cheek with her right hand, inviting him to take her. The gold bangle (kara) that she always wore on her right wrist as a symbol of our marriage reminded me she was my wife, but a slut for real men.

Farhan slowly slid his cock into her pussy at first and then gave it a good hump.

"Ahh..." she grunted as he pushed more than half of his penis in a single stroke. Abhi didn't waste any time and shoved his penis into her mouth. They were all sufficiently warmed up and quickly ramped up the tempo. I knew Abhi had done it before because of the way he grabbed her head and penetrated her lips. Even though Farhan fucked bravely from behind, I only looked at her face. Such a sight had never occurred to me in my wildest dreams. I got the impression she was more interested in getting her mouth fucked.

Preet's groans and the slapping sounds of their bodies filled the room. The bed was squeaking violently, but neither Farhan nor Abhi offered her any respite. After about five minutes, Preet showed signs of progress towards her climax. Farhan began pounding her buttocks as he gained momentum. Her hips had turned a rich scarlet color. On the other end, Abhi took advantage of the situation to smack his large sausage on her face. Farhan inserted his thumb inside her anus and began fingering her while stroking her. Preet was in ecstasy, squirming with delight. Her breasts were oozing a steady stream of milk.

Preet shuddered with a powerful climax at the ten-minute mark. The two studs showed no indications of reaching a climax. Although it was fairly chilly, all three of them were profusely sweating. Preet excused herself and went to clean up in the restroom. She cleaned, strolled in, and collapsed on the bed. Farhan and Abhi both freshened up as well.

"You guys are absolute studs!" Preet exclaimed.

"Are you surprised?" Abhi inquired.

"No, just that it was such an intense feeling. I came twice, but you two are not even close."

Both of them had lost their erections, but their cocks still looked formidable.

"What about Manni? Is he even half as good?" Abhi inquired arrogantly.

"Believe me, Abhi, I always reach a climax with him. But I seem to have a strong desire to experiment, and perhaps that's where he disappoints me."

"You never noticed me while you were single?" Farhan inquired.

"Don't misunderstand me. You're a very attractive dude. I spotted you, but I wasn't even thinking about interracial marriage."

"But Abhi is a Hindu," he retorted.

"Yes, that's unusual," she admitted, "but it wasn't a bridge too far."

"You're such a hypocrite," he grumbled.

"At least I've changed my mind," she replied as she kissed him.

Abhi blurted out, "Preet, you're overflowing with milk. That side of the bed is dripping wet." He pointed to a wet patch that was apparent even from my vantage point.

"You're like a human cow; always ready to breed, even if you're still nursing your infant."

"Shut up, Abhi, and don't blame me," she retorted.

"The point is, why are you two so ready to breed another man's wife when your own wives may wait at home?"

Farhan said, "Preet, you already know the answer. Because they aren't sluts, but you are. Even if there were a half-dozen guys waiting their turn, you would have made sure they got their money's worth and maybe a bit more."

"Hmm..." she mumbled as she kissed him and moved her lips to his penis. She licked his sacs after putting his penis in her mouth for a few quick licks. Preet straddled both of their thighs as she gave them both another blow job. She spent far more time sucking their sacs than licking their cocks.

"Now that we know you're a complete slut, we'll make sure you don't miss us for too long," Abhi said.

"What about your husband?" Farhan inquired.

"He's a busy guy," she said between kisses on his cock, "and he's not independently wealthy like you folks. He frequently works two shifts."

"And we know you can work multiple shifts as well," Farhan chuckled.

As she licked on Farhan's nuts, she whimpered, "Hmm..." His testicles appeared to be much larger than Abhi's. He also appeared to be a much larger man than Abhi. The difference in height of 4 inches makes an enormous impact on the total size.

"Is his penis this big?" Abhi inquired.

"Unfortunately, no," she said between licks.

"But he is the most attractive man I have ever met. And he's a wonderful husband and father," she continued.

For the next 5 minutes, she alternated sucking their dicks and, after they were completely erect, she stood up and straddled Abhi's waist.

"Oh fuck, I've been looking forward to this for years," she exclaimed as she shoved his penis into her pussy. Farhan took a step back and readied himself. Preet bounced a few times on his dick as Abhi moaned, feeling the warmth of her velvety pussy.

"You're heavenly, Preet," Abhi muttered, "but I'm still a fan of your mouth. Even my wife's pussy can't compete with your mouth."

"Preet is not your average woman," Farhan said as he crouched behind her. Abhi drew Preet nearer and kissed her lips. I couldn't see them totally, but I could sense that Preet was kissing him voraciously while he toyed with her breasts. I noticed a white trickle of liquid running down his chest. Her leaky breasts confirmed, she was fully aroused.

Farhan rubbed jelly on her rear hole and positioned his black penis at the entrance. Preet flinched as his knob attempted to breach her sphincter muscles. She was quite experienced, having had anal intercourse with Inder and myself, and after a brief resistance, her sphincter muscles relaxed and let his tip through. As his tip passed through, she let out a loud groan.

"Oh fuck," she screamed, feeling the fullness of his penis in her rear hole. She wanted to take Farhan anally, which shocked me; perhaps Abhi wanted to take her vaginally. Perhaps that was something he had yearned for. I was watching my greatest fantasy; if I had the courage, I would have gone in and offered her my punty penis to suck. Preet seemed determined to test every boundary today.

"Fuck fuck fuck..." She sighed as Farhan settled into a regular rhythm and I heard their bottoms collide. Preet was highly excited, and I could see her tight body attempting to hold them off while still trying to enjoy it. Abhi and Farhan caressed her body and stroked her slowly.

It barely took 5 minutes for Preet to whimper in anticipation of her oncoming climax. Her loud groans left little doubt, and she began making loud "Ah" sounds.

"God, you're leaking," Abhi remarked.

"You're such a slut," Farhan remarked, "enjoying every minute."

"Oh god," she gasped, shuddering from her orgasm. Those delightful sensations were too strong for her to resist. Farhan and Abhi began forcefully rocking back and forth after she had recovered. Underneath the weight of two beasts, the bed creaked.

"Fuck me," she screamed repeatedly as the combination of pleasure and pain was too much for her. Both of them seemed to have lost control and didn't think they could hold out much longer, so they revved up the pace and pounded her frantically. Preet's breasts were gushing with milk all the time. I noticed how much of an impact they were subjecting her to as I watched Farhan's hands firmly grip her waist and Abhi's rapid thrusts. They were far larger than me, so it wasn't just a novelty; it was pure, intense, physical pleasure.

They went on for another 5 minutes, and I saw Abhi holding Preet in position while he pushed his penis all the way in. Farhan wasn't home yet, so he continued thrusting into her for another minute before collapsing forward, groaning loudly. I could see his pulsating nuts inundating her rectum.

As Farhan separated from her and went to the toilet to refresh himself, Preet piled on top of Abhi. Preet and Abhi were both sweating, and she rolled aside and lay still. I could see the enormous hole in her vagina and imagined a similar hole between her ass cheeks.

She went to the bathroom to clean herself after Farhan returned. Abhi was the last one to wash. Preet slept nude next to Farhan under the cover, and Abhi soon joined them. It seemed they wanted to catch up on some sleep. It had been a long day, as well as a lengthy and intensive session. Checking my watch revealed that it had been almost 2 hours. I was at a loss for what to do. I gently exited the room and inhaled the fresh air. Inside, it was stifling and claustrophobic. I saw Nupur's car was still there. So, after carefully closing the storeroom, I sneaked towards her car. There was no doubt in my mind that I had totally accepted this way of life at this point.

Nupur was sleeping in the car. I knocked on the door. She rolled down the window and drew me in for a kiss. I kissed her back since she was so excited. Her breath was stale, but neither of us noticed. Nupur was drooling as she kissed me passionately. When I opened the door, she staggered out and latched onto my lips once again. I swiftly led her to the backseat and, without prompting, pulled down her Khameez and began licking her pussy over her panties. I pressed my tongue into her tight twat as she assisted me in getting rid of her pantie. She was a small woman compared to Preet, and everything about her felt tiny and small. But I liked her tight pussy; all I needed was for her to let me mount her.

"Umh..." she murmured as I kissed her pussy greedily. Nupur twirled my hair and drew me into her snatch. She was lubricated, but not as much as Preet, who would have been really oozing juice by now.

"Oh Manni," she murmured as I dived straight into the action. I inserted my finger into her pussy and began fingering her while sucking her clit. Nupur enjoyed it and pushed her pelvis against my lips. When I tried to poke her ass, she pushed it away, saying, "Leave it for your wife."

"Manni, there's no rush. Please take it slow," she urged. As I licked her, she caressed my face. Even though I didn't like her, I felt obligated to please her; because she assisted me in eavesdropping on my wife, or perhaps because I truly wanted to prove to her I was excellent at something. Nupur, unlike Preet, kept quiet throughout the episode. Her gentle moans showed she was having a good time. Preet preferred fucking over licking and would have forced me to mount her. However, after our new cuckolding relationship, she began insisting that I lick her to completion.

She showed symptoms of climaxing after approximately 20 minutes of intense licking. I took the cue and concentrated on her clit and worked it hard. Nupur eventually climaxed at about the 25-minute mark.

"Oh my God, Manni, you are a fantastic licker," she screamed as we sank into the backseat.

"Preet is certainly lucky," she said one more time that evening.

"Doesn't Farhan lick you like that?"

"Who Farhan? He believes he is Adonis, and ladies should be ready for him the moment he approaches them for sex."

"You know how it goes with men with inflated egos?"

"Are you saying you aren't ready when he shows up for sex?"

"I am Manni, but not in the way he imagines. I'd like it if he went down on me now and then."

"Preet is usually soaking ready for sex," I explained.

Nupur laughed and said, "That's because this is a novel experience for her; once the novelty wears off, she'll need to put in some effort before she's ready. Especially with such well-endowed men."

"However, Preet is exceptional. Much of what works for her is because she is Preet."

"Are they going to sleep now?" I inquired.

"You don't want them to sleep, do you?" she joked.

"Preet will not let them sleep. She is a really horny lady. She won't let them leave until they have a second round with her."

"However, they require at least a couple of hours to recuperate. Now let's go home."

"Did you lock the room?"

"Yes, I did," I admitted. We quickly drove away from that location. She continued as we got back on the road, "I know you wanted to see them again, but don't put yourself in too much risk. If you continue to watch them, your own excitement may fade as well."

"Make use of your imagination. It makes things seem even more exciting than they are."

"You said something about not sleeping with other men. But you had sex with me," I remarked.

"Hold your horses, macho man! Don't get any ideas. Farhan does not want his women to have sex with other guys."

"You didn't have sex with me; you simply got me ready to mate with him," she said, laughing.

Nupur drove us back to her place, where we spent the night. She had planned for me to sleep on the couch. We talked a little more because everyone was fast asleep.

"Is there anyone in the United States who can mount her regularly? Someone like Farhan or Abhi, perhaps?"

I shook my head.

"It's better to identify someone. She is having so much sex with different guys only one year after her marriage. What will happen when she gets into a routine?"

"We may visit soon; perhaps then Farhan can service her. Abhi apparently travels to the United States, so that's another possibility. However, these are only distractions. She'd require someone to mount her on a weekly, if not daily, basis."

"Preet is an overly sexual woman. She may lower her guard in front of wrong people and situations. I hope you are getting the drift of what I am saying."

"I do, indeed. But how should I go about finding someone for her? How do I know they're suitable for her?"

"Actually, it's not that difficult. You only need to leave her alone in the company of the right men. They would push the right buttons and perhaps quench her desires."

"Don't believe that only young guys or those with large equipment are appropriate for her. She is a highly sexed lady. But she is also a submissive woman. The men who take control would almost always please her."

Nupur's hand reached for my bulge. She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. Her fingers slipped inside my pajamas. She pulled out my penis and began stroking me. I kissed her voraciously and enjoyed the experience, since it only took a few minutes of stroking for me to ejaculate. She made sure my penis was still within my underpants so I didn't ruin the sofa or bed sheets. It was another humiliating experience that evening. Nupur seemed unconcerned about it and asked if I wanted some tea.

"When did you attempt to persuade Preet to sleep with other men?" she said as I emerged from the restroom.

"Recently, why?"

"Since when did you have such feelings for her?" she inquired.

"Maybe the day we got married. She was so pretty and hot; I didn't think I really deserved her."

"Of course you deserve her, especially now that you're willing to overlook her shortcomings," she assured.

"But I realize," she said, "it's as much about Preet as it is about you."

"What exactly do you mean?"

"Preet is a really beautiful and seductive woman. Lesser mortals can not keep up with her. But that you have an inferiority complex allows for such a relationship to flourish," she elaborated.

"What's the deal with Abhi? I still can't fathom her relationship with him even after he got married," I asked.

"Perhaps I understand now," she replied, handing me my tea.

"Abhi treated her like a slut. She knew he wasn't husbandly material after just a few dates. He was someone with whom she could experiment with sex. She swore to keep her virginity from him, but Abhi would have mounted her regardless of her pleas. The good news was that she didn't have a gag reflex and didn't mind if Abhi physically fucked her mouth. That's what saved her virginity for you!"

"She ended her affair in the third year and distanced herself from him. Abhi moved out and their affair faded away, but word of her wedding reached him, and he hiked all the way back to taste her one more time before she flew away to the US."

"It happened again?"

She nodded.

"He caught up with her on the night of her engagement and they had a quickie, but the real thing happened a day before her wedding. In this house. He literally fucked her mouth."

"What exactly do you mean?"

"I mean, she laid down on the bed and presented her lips to him like a pussy, and he fucked her face. Until then, it had been a blowjob, but she would kneel on the floor and would pull back if it became too much. This time Abhi tied her hands to the bed and fucked her face, so she had no means of resisting him."

She laughed, understanding that my penis, which had only ejaculated a half-hour earlier, was hardening up again.

"She never told me that," I retorted.

"Of course, Manni, she will not tell you about it. And you, too, are expected to keep your mouth shut."

"You asked if my father was a cuckold as well, and perhaps he was, but I'll never know because they both died in an accident."

"It took a long time for me to accept their flaws, but I did. Preet had a significant part to play. Realizing that you and Preet aren't all that dissimilar to my parents makes it easier for me to accept them today."

"That doesn't seem very reassuring," I remarked.

"I know," she said, "but believe me, you too shall learn to accept your fate and live with it harmoniously."

"It was difficult for me to accept Farhan's philandering," she elaborated. "Farhan himself had trouble with it but he realized that this was something he loved and stopping it meant killing his own identity. I learned that love and sex are not the same thing. Our societal norms democratize everything in the name of humane treatment for all. However, treating a slut who wants to be treated as one is not inhumane. Similarly, mounting someone's wife when both the husband and wife crave it is natural."

"Some women desire to mate with many men. Preet is just one of them, and you appear to be a thoughtful husband who gets vicarious pleasure from it as well. Nothing wrong with it."

"Doesn't Farhan deprive you, though?"

"No, not at all. We have sex around four times a week, which is sufficient for me. Our sessions are a lot shorter and less intense, but that is fine with me."

"It's a little easier to do such things abroad," I reasoned.

"That's why I suggested finding someone who can have sex with her regularly. Preet told me you also have a business on the side that is taking a lot of your time. It will make it easier on Preet."

We were both exhausted and called it a night. I slept on the sofa, thinking about what I had seen and repeating the memories in my head over and again. After half-hour, as I was going off to sleep, I realized some pleasant feelings. Nupur's kiss awakened me. Her hand was in my pajamas, gently massaging my stiff penis. She climbed on top of me and rode me for about 15 minutes. I ejaculated into her pussy to finish that amazing night. I promptly fell asleep.

Next morning, Nupur woke me up a little late. Farhan and she lived alone and since her kids and her husband were out, we still were alone. She had freshened herself and asked me to get ready. The plan was for us to do some local sightseeing. Preet would only return late in the evening, so we had nothing else to do today. Nupur suggested I pretend to show up suddenly in the night or perhaps the next morning.

It was a normal day for me; Nupur was a great host, and nothing from the previous night even came up. On the evening stroll, she finally broached the subject again.

"Hope you are thinking of what I suggested last night," she started.

"What?" I asked. It took a few minutes for me to realize what she was talking about. Nupur suggested, since Preet would return that evening after an exhausting 24-hour fuckathon with her lovers, I give her the night to relax. Farhan had supposedly left for his business trip.

"Not really," I said, "I'll have to think about it."

"Did she tell you about anyone?"

"Of course not; we just spoke about Abhi, and I dropped in Farhan's name. Apart from that, nothing," she said.

"You know, Manni," she said, "the best approach is to leave her alone in the company of potential suitors. If she likes them, she will seduce them. If they like her, they will push their luck. Either way, it would work out."

"Hmm.." I thought.

"If you don't mind," she hesitantly added, "I can suggest at least two men who may have a good chance."

"Who?"

I looked at her strangely. She waited for me to prod her again.

"Promise you won't get mad at me for suggesting them. I don't even remember their names, but one of them was quite close to you."

"One of the guys was the man who seemed to be front and center, calling the shots during your marriage, and the other guy was his father, apparently."

"What?"

Chapter 4 - Manni learns about her slutty past

"You promised not to get mad."

"I am not mad; just curious why she thought of them as suitable candidates. Did Preet say anything?"

"Of course not. This is my observation."

"Look, even though we are open, realize that Preet is a married woman and cannot indiscriminately share personal details."

"I have noticed Inder paying a lot of attention to Preet," I explained, "and yes, sometimes I get the same feeling that you are implying. However, Inder's father is an old man and we have hardly ever socialized with him."

"It would help if you elaborate. I can guess Inder, but not his father."

"Keep an open mind. I don't discuss such things with even Preet, but with you there is a chemistry and I don't find it objectionable to talk candidly about such debauched topics."

"It seems we are the fucked up siblings from previous lives."

We both chuckled.

"Preet was experienced. Except for penetrative sex, she perhaps did almost everything. Abhi was demanding, and Preet was a willing partner. Their union turned out to be rather explosive."

"She shaved her pussy at his behest; even got rid of her hair on her butt and around her anus. She bleached her anus, so it looked deep red, similar to the assholes of blonde women in porn movies. Abhi loved her mouth so much that he never felt a need to fuck her vagina. Since she refused nothing else for him, he let her keep her virginity for her future husband."

"Preet knew she would never marry him. Even Abhi was honest about it and didn't make false promises. It was a consensual adventure. They each got something that they were looking for from their affair."

"Preet had licked his asshole a zillion times so that Abhi could experience the pleasure that his wife always denied him. Abhi would tell her that although his wife was equally beautiful, sex with her wasn't the same. She refused to experiment and refused to act as a slut for him. Perhaps this is how nature intended it. Wives are not supposed to be slutty; that job is relegated to whores and mistresses."

"The quick summary is that by the time she got engaged to you, she knew you were an ordinary man. A good-looking, caring, considerate husband, but not the sort who could give her intense orgasms."

"Such women are always evaluating prospects. Each new man who enters their lives is a prospect. Armed with tribal knowledge that rarely ever failed, she could separate the men from the boys. For e.g. a man taller than 6 feet meant a decent sized dick. Long limbs and shoe-size of 12 meant unusually longer dick for their body structure. Men who flirted openly with married women; especially in front of their husband, are likely to possess the character and equipment to pleasure such women."

"The flip side, however, is that experienced men could sniff out the slut in her. Inder and his father pursued her during the wedding celebrations itself. Among the two, Inder is a refined man and did it subtly, but his father was crass in his approach."

"Did Preet tell you this?"

"No, and please keep it to yourself. Each relationship has a decorum that shouldn't be messed with."

"Anyway, Inder's father pushed a few limits after your marriage on the road back to Delhi," she said.

"Really?"

"Yes, he was taking advantage of the situation - that he learned about Abhi and Preet's past. But given Preet's slutty nature, he didn't have to push hard."

"Both are ideal candidates. Preet knows Inder's father is gifted. Likely Inder is as well."

"Hope you are convinced it is best for such men to have access to Preet. Some couples artificially arrange for such meetups in clinical settings, but they soon fizzle out or leave them unsatisfied. Spontaneity and openness help such relationships thrive."

"Hmm... Preet seems to prefer it already. Inder is a close family friend and visits us often. His father, although periodically visits him, has never visited us."

"Preet told me you have a side business, which takes a lot of your spare time. Often you run errands late in the night and are called in unexpectedly. Wouldn't it be great for Inder or his father to keep your bed warm, then?"

We had to hurry back home; apparently Preet had reached home. The thought remained in my mind; it seems we were thinking alike. Still, I was curious to hear details about Nupur's criteria for suitability. I approached her later in the night, after Preet hits bed. She was exhausted and needed time to recuperate. Preet was surprised to see me.

"When did you arrive?"

"Late afternoon. Nupur and I had gone for sightseeing."

I checked on our little one. He was sleeping blissfully, unaware of everything that was happening in our lives. Nupur was making tea for us and I chanced upon the opportunity and pounced on her. Preet returned my kisses; her hand immediately nestled into my crotch. After giving it a squeeze, she soon pushed me back.

"Control your Bunty."

"Your celibacy is not quite over yet. I know you know who I was with, but hold your horses and use your imagination to enjoy."

"Farhan and Abhi double teamed me for the last 24 hours," she said in her sultry voice, fondling my penis.

"Really?"

I acted surprised, even though I had seen them. It was still a wonder for me since Preet didn't hide it from me. We were embarking on our journey, certainly; I thought.

She came closer and kissed my lips. "I know you want to savor me, but I am dog tired."

She unzipped my trousers and pushed her hand inside. Preet was turning into a coquette, teasing and toying with me. She stroked it, taking it in her hands.

"They fucked me for a good 6 hours. I have orgasmed a dozen times perhaps, and both my holes and jaw are sore."

"Did you record as well?" My eyes almost popped out in anticipation.

"Just use your imagination!"

"Farhan wishes he was rather married to me than Nupur," whispered Preet, looking at the door.

"Abhi is an energizer bunny. He had a hard-on throughout; baring half-hour breaks in between."

I thought perhaps I should have waited in that storeroom. I could have seen a lot more. Nupur was right, though; too much of it can dull your senses.

"Where are they?"

"Farhan is out for his business work. Abhi wanted to accompany me here, but Nupur alerted me you are in town already."

"Oh, so fireworks would have been in order, otherwise?" I said, kissing her. She pushed tongue deep into my mouth and said, "You are such a pervert; having a hard-on at the thought of me sleeping with them."

"I quite like it, though. Thank you," she said, as slowly stroked my penis. Preet had closed the door but didn't lock it.

"Abhi was not happy to share me with Farhan, but enjoyed the novelty," she said. "And you disappointed him by arriving unannounced."

Nupur knocked on the door and called us for tea.

"Dinner should arrive shortly," said Nupur.

It was just 7:00. Exhausted Preet, who wanted to hit the bed, meant there won't be any respite for me. Preet ate her dinner quietly and rushed to the bedroom. Our little one woke up and needed her attention. Nupur too was weary, but I insisted on finishing the story.

"Only if you do me a favor--make tea for us later." She smiled. We moved to their comfortable loveseat. Nupur grabbed a large comforter, and we both cuddled on the love seat. Still nervous about what Preet thinks about us.

"I need another favor--steer Preet away from Farhan," she said, lowering her voice. I was puzzled. Didn't she encourage Preet to have sex with him?

"It's complicated," she elaborated. "I have to support Farhan, but Preet is too hot a woman for him. He may end up impregnating her, and I just don't want those kinds of complications."

Fantasies are acceptable, but harboring such fears was abnormal.

"If you are not surprised, then brace for impact. It may happen. She doesn't use protection, so this is a working hazard. I am sure Inder's wife must support him the way I do. I saw her showing her disapproval when Inder was using his tricks with Preet. Inder's wife may support Preet outwardly, but at an opportune moment, she would throw her under the bus."

"Inder's father--with no strings attached--is the best candidate for her."

"Come on Nupur," I interrupted. "He is old and not even good looking. Why would Preet fall for him?"

"It's best to show than tell. Why don't I narrate what transpired and you can draw your own conclusions."

I agreed.

"The entire problem was created by Abhi!"

"Abhi showed up on the scene of your engagement and even at the wedding hall uninvited. He accosted her several times and pressured her to make out with him. With me as a shield, she entertained him a handful of times. The bastard would show up 2-3 times every day and sometimes even at night that whole week, and Preet entertained him."

"That's when Inder's father apparently caught her kissing Abhi and blackmailed her. Nothing much happened, but on the journey to Delhi from where you folks were heading out on your honeymoon trip, he savored her."

This came as a shock to me. I wondered if Nupur was right. I remember that night on the train; I accosted Preet for the first time and we kissed. Perhaps Nupur misread me as Inder's father. I kept quiet and understood it with Preet. Nupur and I watched a movie for a little while, sipping on our tea.

"Abhi came at night time too?" I asked.

"Yes, he came three nights in a row, until two days before your wedding. Preet & I were staying upstairs while Preet's own family stayed downstairs, mostly. So, we had enough privacy, and Preet had my support as well."

"He spent an hour each night alone with her; he would romance her and then later fuck her mouth."

"Abhi missed her. Preet wasn't sure if she could experience such sex again. So, for old times' sake, she entertained him. Clearly, she craved his attention."

"Abhi pushed all the limits when he accosted her soon after the engagement ceremony, as she was heading to change her formal dress. In the changing room, Preet reluctantly at first but later vigorously gave him a fantastic blowjob in that dress. He came on her face that evening. She took a long bath before coming out of that room."

"Preet's slutty past may be a bitter pill to swallow," she said, "but it's better to put it all behind once and for all and move forward," she said, patting my thigh.

"She was marrying; so shouldn't she have left her wayward ways behind?" I asked. Although it thrilled the cuckold inside me to hear about her slutty past, it also reminded me of her high-brow attitude while she entertained her lovers.

"You may wish to leave your past, but it never stops following you," she said. "And it catches up with you at the most inopportune time."

"Didn't you learn it from your cousin? And Preet was truthful about her past when she spoke to you, right? You had your own past, perhaps, so why question Preet's intentions?"

"You are right," I said. "I felt it was strange for her to behave in this way, given that she was getting married."

"You are right in your own way," she assured, "If you hadn't been a cuckold, she would have either become a cheating wife or divorced you."

"There were plenty of men eager to mount your wife at the wedding itself. That wasn't the case for you. She was a woman with high sex drive. Did you expect relying on willpower would suffice? Men act as a shield for their women and even the family members often act as a shield. In your case, perhaps that was missing, which weakened her resolve."

"I understand Nupur. I wasn't judging, but only trying to understand her motivations. Humiliating as it feels, I admit I had such fantasies the moment I saw her."

"In your case, it has come to your rescue. It was as if God granted your wish. Preet can't stay content with one man. Even if it had been Abhi. She loves to experiment with new things and decides for herself."

"If she is a liberated woman, then why was she tolerating Abhi's pushiness? I presume it wasn't Preet who devised the plan to experiment just before her marriage."

"It's a complicated matter," she exhaled.

"If Preet had been married to Abhi, then this definitely would amount to clipping her wings; or deciding on her behalf. She would have revolted against it."

"While Preet is a free spirited woman, sexually she is submissive; especially with domineering men, well-equipped to take care of her needs. So, the folks who can push her buttons can garner sexual favors."

"That's why I advised you to leave her in the company of potential suitors."

"You seem to know a lot about this," I said. "Do you really want me to believe that you never guided her?"

"Guide her?" she mocked.

"She is an expert. I was still learning when she was planning all her moves."

"The rumors about Preet's physical relationship with her boyfriend Abhi were spreading. No one knew, but they speculated. A few exaggerated them beyond belief. Still, a lot of it was true."

"Inder and his father heard them, and perhaps your relatives."

"Yes, I recall discussing it. My relatives wondered if calling the wedding off would be wise. I liked Preet a lot and, strangely, those rumors encouraged me to marry her. She was so pretty and hot. She deserved that sexual liberty," I said.

"Preet was honest and hid nothing from me. She told me she had a steady boyfriend for over 2 years and they were sexually active, although technically she was still a virgin."

"I was not a virgin myself and had several girlfriends. Such things are normal abroad," I reasoned.

"Inder was the first one to confront her. When he noticed Abhi in the celebrations with his wife and he caught Preet talking to him, he spoke to her. It was at your engagement. Abhi had grabbed her and kissed her as Preet left the celebrations to change into comfortable attire."

"On the way, Inder caught her and said, 'Preet, you need to control your wayward tendencies. This is scandalous; inviting your ex-boyfriend and spending time with him on your engagement.' Preet didn't think anyone would notice. He had cornered her in a dimly lit corner, only a few steps from her room. She was flustered and sexually excited. Clearing her throat and mustering courage, she said, 'Inderji, I didn't invite him. He invited himself, and apart from talking with him, I did nothing. Now please excuse me.'"

"Inder's commanding presence intimidated her. His tall height, coupled with dark complexion, thinning hairline, and thin mustache, gave him a confident but aloof look. 'You don't take me for a fool, do you? Manni is like a family to me,' he said. He confidently invaded her personal space. She nervously looked at him; his mouth merely a few inches from hers. Audaciously, he put his hand on her naked waist. Preet shuddered as he muttered, 'Abhi is lucky.'"

"'Inderji, this is not right,' she pleaded. Ignoring her, he said, 'You should at least give men from your husband's family a fair chance. If you wish to be a slut, then why deprive us?' Flustered with his direct approach, she blurted, 'You are not making any sense, Inderji.' She pushed him away and scurried to her room.

"Inder knew she was fair game and pursued her relentlessly. He touched her at every excuse and fondled her breasts."

"Inder laid his claim but didn't push his luck. Calculated in his approach--he looked for long-term gains over short-term gains. Preet would be in the US, and ironically, more accessible after her marriage. Inder's father was a nomad. He couldn't afford such luxury."

"He confronted her in the changing room on your wedding day. As he assertively encroached on her personal space, the intense odor of his oily hair hit her. 'Listen, Bahu. It seems you have an itch between your legs. I have an ointment that can take care of it.' She inhaled his manly odor, soaked in the mildly pungent odor of his sweat. Preet knew his types--the bold alpha males, who, despite their shortcomings, court the prettiest women."

"Preet shirked. 'What nonsense?' Grabbing her hand, he commanded, 'Don't make a scene. You wish me to share pictures of you making out with your boyfriend? Do you?' Preet shivered hearing the damning evidence he cited. Abhi had accosted her in the parking lot the previous night and she had kissed him. Little did she know that someone was trialing her. She pleaded. 'Please Babuji. He was threatening me and I obliged him to get rid of him.' He stared down at her, and only after Preet assured him of her subservience, he let go of her hand. Inspecting her reddened wrist, he said, 'Aren't you a Barbie doll?'"

"Preet comforted her hand and looked at him. He sneered, 'You take me for a moron?' His breath hit her. She was amidst a commoner. The natural odors of his sweat and his breath reminded her of how things are with folks who don't use expensive stuff to mask them. As she looked at him for the first time, she noticed he looked much younger--not a father of a 40-year-old man; certainly not a grandfather. He was dark-skinned, with small eyes, a broad nose, and a graying beard. His anchor style mustache showed the pride he took in trimming and twirling it. His slightly parted, thick dark lips showed his pearly white teeth that, even though had yellowed, looked white in contrast to his dark skin."

"He had used almost no physical force to keep her rooted to the spot. She rested her back against the wall to keep distance. However, that emboldened him, and he stepped even closer. A waft of manly odor enveloped her--overwhelming her senses. 'It's understandable for young sluts like you to itch. We can cure it with a special ointment that's delivered with special equipment. You don't have to look for the cure outside.' Preet melted under his gaze. The itch between her legs was clamoring for relief. She knew he had it in him to cure her ailment once and for all."

"Preet evaded his eyes. She stood there silently; her heart had stopped beating. The stillness of the moment reminded her she had surrendered herself. 'What beauty?' he exhaled, lifting her chin. 'Such beautiful, big, brown eyes. Sharp nose; luscious eyes.' Preet glanced at him. He boldly pushed away her Odhani--the scarf that covers women's breasts--and marveled at her breasts. 'What a milky white and sturdy waist,' he quipped as he touched her belly. Preet's ragged breathing and her shivering stomach encouraged him to grab her waist."

"He scooped her and planted his mouth on her. Preet subconsciously parted her lips, encouraging him to kiss her. The old codger, although old school, knew how to kiss a woman. Lost in her lustful thoughts, she let his invading tongue into her mouth. His rough, chapped lips rubbed against her delicate lips. His thick mustached tickled her lips and his rough tongue massaged her tongue. It was a brief kiss, but her senses were in overdrive. He led Preet's hand to his crotch. She shuddered, feeling his bulge. 'It delivers the best ointment that has cured the itch of umpteen women,' he said."

"'Let's meet tonight and you can try it,' he added. Lustful thoughts of mating with him flooded her mind. Did he propose to consummate her marriage? Such a low-class, ordinary looking man taking her on her wedding night. Is it even plausible? What sort of opportunities would they even have on a moving train? Did he know she was traveling back to Delhi? Should she tell him?"

"Preet considered herself to be an experienced woman. Making out several times with one person can count as experience but not knowledge. In his presence--a low-class, elderly, dark-skinned man--she was lubricating. Was Abhi an alpha-male? She never felt helpless in front of him. True, Inder's father was blackmailing her but instead of getting repulsed by that idea, why was her body preparing her for the mating. They were diametrically opposite of each other, but those contrasts drew and not repelled her."

"He took her phone number and left. During the reception, Preet did her best to mask her nervousness. In the crowd, she saw him sitting in the corner; her eyes riveted on him. That's when we spoke and she shared her quandary. Sexually agitated, she behaved the way she did on her first date with Abhi."

"Preet sent a message to him, through me, that read, 'Not tonight--traveling to Delhi tonight by train.' Why did she send that message, if she had no intention of entertaining him? Was she leading him? As he read the message, his lips curled in a self-congratulatory smile. He read it correctly. The audacious man replied, 'All under control--spacious AC compartment booked on the same train. If you agree, please feed your husband an energy drink mixed with the special tonic (ointment).' Preet dropped her jaw after reading it. I wasn't aware of the actual content of those messages. She fidgeted. She calmly posed for the photographs with her lovely smile. As they settled on the stage, after posing for the pictures, a servant walked onto the stage with two glasses of milkshakes. Preet looked at Inder's father; he nodded, confirming those were the drinks he referred to."

"Beads of sweat formed on her forehead. I tapped it with my kerchief. She hesitated, but picked up the glass before he could offer it to Manni. Manni, surprised with the gesture, took a sip. The photographer snapped at that moment while they posed. He returned the favor by offering her the same glass. After tasting the milk, her nervousness vanished. It was just a milkshake! Still, we saw him grin."

Nupur's narration stunned me. It was intense and utterly humiliating to hear what Abhi, Inder, and his father subjected us to. I had never thought of Inder's dad as a potential suitor for Preet. I knew of his wayward ways and, given a chance, he would mount her. The idea stirred my loins; perhaps much more than the thought of Inder or Abhi taking her. Preet was way out of his league and that disparity between the two made the fantasy intense, as it was hardly workable. What surprised me was Preet's attraction to him; her willingness to risk her marriage. Although Nupur claimed Inder's father blackmailed Preet but I felt he seduced her. A normal woman needs an excuse before commencing on such illicit affairs--seldom does it spring out of nowhere. Even though I kept quiet throughout, I was fidgeting with my painful erection under the comforter.

"It was time for us to leave when he sent his next message. 'I am honored. Shall we seal the deal then? Before we leave this place? P.S. It was just a milkshake.' This time it was directly on her cellphone. Everyone was busy with the cleaning activities. Preet & I had packed our luggage the previous night. She texted him back after evaluating her plan, 'Meet me in 5; same place.'"

Nupur slid her hand into my lap and, groping my bulge, asked, "Are you doing ok?" She checked for my racing heartbeat and said, "My God, it seems you are having a heart attack."

"Honestly tell me you always wanted to be a cuckold, right?" she asked, nuzzling my neck. She softly kissed me and whispered, "I would wager if you had been aware of it, you would have still ached to see it. Your heart would have filled with rage, but your cock would be hard like a rock, your heart thumping away as you silently waited for it to happen."

Nupur could connect with people. In her innocuous way, she becomes your confidante and pries personal details of yours. She had been kind to narrate that episode in excruciating detail. So, I felt compelled to share my story with her. Even Preet was unaware of this. It was early in my high school days. I had moved to the US and finished my high school and college education in the US. After a few short-lived affairs, I connected with a blonde girl from a different high school. She was very much into me for a few months and then one day she left me for a black, high school jock. It shocked me to learn that she dumped him. But she stunned me by giving him a blowjob on their first date--even before she officially broke up with me. In my 3-month affair, she didn't allow me anything more than kissing. The seed sowed that night had grown into this full-blown fetish. Still, it was never this strong; with Preet, it was almost as if I found my blonde girlfriend again. I briefly explained it to Nupur. She was right. I would have let the old codger take my wife, even if I knew about his insidious plan.

"Preet sent me to clear the change rooms," Nupur continued. "I confirmed it was all clear and bolted the door. As I rushed back, I saw Inder's father confidently stride. Preet following him at a distance. As she passed me, she whispered, 'You know what to do.'"

Preet shared what happened in the room a few days later. In fact, Nupur's account was incomplete, devoid of crucial details. Preet, in her style, dropped hints but didn't share it entirety. I stitched the two versions and presented it for the sake of brevity and clarity.

As soon as Preet stepped inside, he took her in his arms as prince charming and planted his lips on hers. Preet was expecting and offered her lust filled kiss. Unlike the last time, she was the aggressor as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. Inder's father knew Preet was lusting for him now and was his slut. He pressed her breasts and kneaded her butt as he swapped saliva with her. She had experienced such intensity only with her first kiss with Abhi. It was surreal--kissing an older man on her wedding day.

The kiss lasted a solid 5 minutes. "Did you really think it had my special tonic?"

Preet blushed and avoided looking at him and eventually hit him on her chest.

"You thought, right?" he giggled. She nervously laughed.

"Were you disappointed it didn't?"

"Come on Babuji," she made a face and looked away. He pulled her and kissed her lips again. Preet let him be the aggressor and explore her mouth with his tongue.

"Don't waste any time now," he said and pushed on her shoulders. She knew what he wanted. Kneeling, she looked at him nervously.

"What pretty lips." He deeply exhaled as he rubbed her lips with his thumb. The thick, battered skin of his thumb left no doubt about the hard labor this man must have undertaken during his younger years.

Preet tugged on the knot of his traditional Indian Salwar, and it fell. Ignoring his dark, skinny legs, she focused on the sizable bulge. His large boxer shorts left nothing to her imagination. She pulled on the rubber band and out flopped the darkest penis she had ever seen. It was black, shriveled, and menacing piece of meat. Watching it in that semi-rigid state sent shivers down her back. It dropped amidst a patch of graying hair. She had only seen such a cock in porn movies. This, however, was real; something that she could touch, smell, and taste. The intense, musky odor from his genitals enamored her. Manly odors of genitals mixed with the sweat of hard day's work, always fascinated her.

She took the knob between her lips and suckled on it. Preet relished his salty crown and licked precum off the tip. Inder's father calmly stood there and let Preet satisfy her curiosity. She caressed his testicles and bobbed her head on his semi-erect penis. His sacs captivated her more than his cock--they were unusually large, a clear sign of his virility. As she charmed him, he moaned and relished her tongue. His pleasure was both physical and psychological. Mating with such a young and pretty woman who was way above his league. As she adroitly sucked him, he understood Preet was no amateur. He had hit a jackpot and found the perfect slut for his retirement. The taboo situation had certainly edged both of them and after 7 minutes, he flooded her mouth with his semen. Without his urging, she let him cum inside her mouth. Unlike Abhi, he didn't splatter it all on her face. He nuzzled his penis on her lips as she wrapped it.

As they were stepping out, he said, "Oh, about the tonic. It is a very potent medicine for husbands. But you have to deliver it in a natural vessel."

Leaning forward, he murmured into her ear, "Like your vagina, anus, or mouth."

"You are free to think if the milkshake had the tonic or not. I won't tell you the truth."

We headed to the train station soon after that. Nupur tried to pry out the details, but Preet kept mum and only told her he was trying to blackmail her. She was trying to convince him she had nothing to do with Abhi.

Thinking about it. I could imagine how proud Inder's father may have felt that day. Cuckolding someone on their wedding day with someone as young and pretty as Preet should have indeed inflated his ego.

It was enough for me to leak my semen. It was almost 10:00 and Nupur had not even reached the interesting part yet. She was yawning already, so I offered to make tea for her.

"You are desperate, aren't you?" she said, patting on my butt as I put the utensils on the stove.

"Preet always has the best things in life!" she said, yawning.

"What do you mean?"

"Best looks, best body, best libido, best husband. You name it. She has it all!"

"Are you jealous?" I smiled.

"No. Just human."

Our wedding happened in Amritsar. Preet grew up there while I lived in Delhi before moving to the US. We were heading back to Delhi. Our plan was to leave on our honeymoon the following evening. Inder stayed back from some business. I don't remember seeing his father. In fact, I had only seen him a few times during our marriage, so I even doubted the veracity of the story. About 20 of my relatives were traveling back with us to Delhi that evening.

We had booked several berths in a compartment. However, the overcrowded 3AC compartments didn't suit Preet. Fortunately, Nupur was traveling with us, but she had made a separate booking and her seat was in the 2nd AC compartment, right next to ours. One seat was vacant, which she offered to Preet.

It had been a long day; many folks had slept only 2 hours the earlier night because of the wedding preparations. Even Preet & I were busy with festivities and wedding rituals. Still, everyone was enthusiastic about indulging in a card game while nursing on alcohol. The journey was a good 10+ hours, and the train was running late, which meant we would only reach the next morning. As we left the station, I freshened up and Preet retired to Nupur's compartment. The men joked about my plight--equating me to a breeding stallion who had sensed a mare in heat but couldn't mount.

Due to off-season and weekday travel, the train was empty except for the 1st and 2nd AC compartments. The TC did a quick check and left our group alone as we were returning from a wedding. With a small bribe, all the sundries arrived promptly and people settled in within the first hour.

Preet and I had spent time together that week, but we were often interrupted. Still, we had acquainted ourselves well. Preet wasn't shy and after initial hesitation she spoke with me openly and pried out everything she wanted to learn. She looked slightly different each day, but my fondness for her only grew. I admired her beauty at every opportunity and longed to be alone in her company.

Preet looked stunning on the day of the wedding. She wore light makeup that dulled her pale complexion and deep red-colored lipstick that suited her dress. She opted to wear a small bindi and had tied hair in a knot behind her head. Later in the evening, for the reception, she let her hair loose with locks of wavy, silky hair gently falling by the side of her face. She looked divine in that simple hairstyle. I admired how she played with strands of hair, knowing that she was the center of attention.

As I imagined about her, she strode in after removing her makeup, but still in her bridal attire. Her beauty mesmerized me. The pale complexion shone clearly in that dimly lit train compartment. Her lips without lipstick looked far more alluring. I wished Nupur had offered us the cabin. Finding an opportune moment, I grabbed her hand and led to Nupur's compartment. It was relatively quiet and empty there. Standing by the doors, she asked, "What do you want now?"

"I just wanted to see your beautiful face," I sighed.

"Ogling me the whole day hasn't been enough?"

"You could have booked a 1st AC cabin."

"Those were reserved already."

"Plane tickets then?"

"How could we have spent time alone talking like this, then?"

She grinned, and we chatted for a good hour about mundane things. She knew I was smitten by her. I couldn't believe my luck. She was a tease and thrived on attention and made sure that she got plenty of it.

Someone called for me and just as I was departing, she kissed my cheeks and bid goodbye.

"Preet crashed on the berth after returning," continued Nupur. "I slid next to her and whispered, 'Do you realize what sort of scandal you created? Couldn't you have said no to that bastard boyfriend of yours? How could you be so reckless? Ruining your marriage even before you live your married life?'"

"'Don't you lecture me, Nupur,' frowned Preet. 'I had no plans to do any of this. It just happened. Abhi threatened me and I thought by indulging him, I could avert it. You don't have to worry about him.'"

"And added Inder and his father to the queue. That's one step forward, two steps behind!"

"Preet giggled and turned to face me."

"'You are so gorgeous, Preet,' I said as I kissed her on the lips."

"We had experimented with it a few times, but we prefer having sex with men; although sometimes we indulged each other," Nupur explained.

"Preet kissed me deeply. 'It reminded me of your wedding day as well.'"

"Preet whispered, 'it was kinky to hear both of them say that I should spread my legs for men from his family. Actually saying it and meaning it too!'"

"'I am sure your fantasies of a human cow would have come back to you,' I blurted. Preet laughed uncontrollably but agreed by nodding. 'What are you going to do about it?'"

"I told her that Inder's father was prowling for her. She wondered why she was a magnet for such seedy characters. They still fancied their chances of mounting a married Preet."

"'Well, perhaps they have a tradition of elders opening accounts in the family,' I said. 'Shut up, you bitch,' she retorted."

"'Tell me what happened?' I urged. 'Nothing. You are right, he wants to open the account. He deserves it! But I am conflicted.'"

"'That's natural. You love Manni now,' I said. 'Isn't he too old for you? Can he even get it up?'"

"'Age is just a number, my love! And no matter how old the monkey gets, he never stops with his antics. He is more of a man than Abhi,' replied Preet."

"'Hmm... You have decided, it seems. Leave it to chance. So, you don't feel guilty!' I said."

"'You are soaking wet!' I plunged my finger into her pussy. Preet seethed and stopped me for a moment, but then let me go. I kissed her lips and pushed my tongue into her mouth. Preet held my hand and pressed her pelvis against it. After a minute of fingering, I took out my finger and sucked her juices. She kissed me. Preet was sweltering hot. 'When were your periods?' I asked. She responded, 'I am right in the middle of my fertile period.'"

"'Oh Shit!' Preet showed me her text, 'Busy?' It was from her new lover. My older kid was still with folks in another compartment. 'Let things develop naturally. I will hold up Manni,' I said and rushed out from there."

Nupur's compartment was next to the toilets, but adjoining the 1st AC bogie, where Inder's father had booked up a compartment. Our bogie was on the other side. That corner was empty since thru traffic wasn't allowed in 1st AC bogies. That's why I could romance Preet in that corner for over an hour. Of course, the same applied to Inder's father as well. The two seats opposite their compartment were empty, so it was a perfect rendezvous for such affairs.

"Preet waited a few minutes and, stepping out, peeped around the corner. Inder's father was waiting for her. 'Babuji, sorry to keep you waiting,' she said, inviting him in. It was almost 9:00. The train was already running behind schedule, so the food hadn't arrived yet. They sat on the same berth comfortably, next to each other. Someone walked past and recognized Preet. She introduced them to Inder's father as an elderly member of Manni's family."

"Fortunately, Preet didn't risk it. After the mundane topics, he asked, 'So, did you see the effects of the tonic on your husband?' Preet blushed and covered her face. 'That was such a mean joke, Babuji.'"

"'You think so? You thought it was a joke?' he said and fished out a small bottle from his pocket, which seemed to contain white liquid. Her face turned deep red and jaw dropped. 'You really mixed it?'"

"Just then, she got a text. It was from you. 'What happened?' Looking at the earlier text she missed, she understood what you were talking about. 'That was a lovely gift, Preet. I wish it was on my lips, though.'"

"Preet smiled as she realized that tonic indeed was taking its effect. She texted back, 'You want me to do all the work?' and followed up with another text, 'Riches and treasures are only found by men who pursue them passionately.' If that weren't enough, she added, 'Quite a few men enjoy the charms of even other men's wives by relentlessly pursuing them. You are my lawfully wedded husband, after all!'"

"'Is that a challenge or a threat?' you texted."

"Scooting closer to him, she asked, 'Babuji, did you put it?' He showed the bottle, his chest puffed up with pride. 'Half of it is in those milkshakes. My savings for one day.' It was a 10 ml bottle and even with a conservative assumption of 5ml per ejaculation, he seemed talented for his age."

"They sat facing the main aisle, with their back to the toilets, and right by the aisle with Inder's father taking the aisle seat while she took the middle seat. The curtains were only partly open, effectively shielding them from folks walking from the toilet side. Inder's father could keep an eye coming from the opposite side."

"Preet leaned towards him and, taking the bottle from his hand, inspected it. Her hand landed on his thigh for support. She twisted her upper body and softly whispered, her lips only a few inches from his ear, 'How many such milkshakes can you make?' Her hand crept to his bulge, feeling it. 'I make 1-2 but with someone like you I can easily make 4-5.'"

"'How many can Manni make?' she asked, gaping at him. He smiled. 'It's hard to tell, but 1-2 at his best.' She fondled his bulge and whispered, 'I bet they are not as creamy and tasty.' She leaned forward and kissed him."

"'Babuji, do you want me to feed this stuff from my vagina to Manni?' she blushed. 'Why?'"

"She texted you, 'Both.' Babuji contemplated his answer. 'It's the finest way to know if your husband wants to be a cuckold. If he tastes it from your vagina, then he is a cuckold and won't mind your transgressions.'"

"'Are you texting Manni?' he asked. 'Yes Babuji. The tonic is taking its effect,' she giggled."

"'Haven't you heard stories of mistaken identity? They often happen in trains. In the dark, noisy compartments hard to tell if it's your husband or not,' she texted."

"'Kinky. I didn't think you would be so forthright,' you replied. Preet retorted, 'You lived in the US for a decade, right?'"

"Babuji lay his hand on her thigh as she continued to text you. Preet was comfortable; she only glanced and said, 'But Babuji. If he catches me, then that would be the end of my marriage.' He said. 'Perhaps, let's have a wager then. You try it out and I will delete the video. And if he doesn't, then I get to do the honors.'"

"Preet looked at him squarely. 'You are not risking your collateral; you are risking my marriage.' He retorted, 'So, you would choose a vanilla marriage over an adventurous lifestyle.' She smiled. 'No Babuji. I just don't want to be mean to Manni.'"

"She texted, 'Why don't we have food now. We can talk about desserts later.' The next station was approaching. Preet pulled the curtains, turned off the lights and sat in his lap. 'Babuji, you seem to be an expert, but we are amateurs. Let's leave the advanced stuff to a later date.' She kissed him. Preet voraciously sucked on his lips, slobbering over his lips. He squeezed her breasts and exhaled. 'You are heavenly.' Preet continued kissing him. He fondled her butt. 'This ass is fuck worthy!' Between her kisses, she replied, 'Don't even think of it, Babuji. You are too big to fit in that tight hole.' They made out for a few minutes. They stopped when the train came to a standstill."

"Preet joined us for food in our bogie and we spent a good hour together. The men from your family were harassing you by keeping Preet away from you. I could see the passion you had for her. At about 10:00, we returned to our compartment and immediately there was a text from you, 'When do we have deserts? [smiley].' She replied, 'Just finished our dinner. Give it time. You will have indigestion. [smiley].'"

"She texted, 'Should have said, how presumptuous of you--thinking of scoring fourth base on your first date?'"

"'It's the duty of man to try,' you wrote. She retorted, 'I like the spirit. Keep on trying [smiley]'"

Preet had captivated me. Earlier it was her beautiful face, her milky white complexion, her tall and shapely figure, but now it was her character - the very essence of who she was as a person. Something about her demeanor that made me long for her. She had that cute effervescence and confidence that captivated everyone.

"We set up things for the night. Both the kids were fast asleep, and I too was dozing off. Preet, you, and her new lover were all on a high. Soon after she stepped out texted Inder's father and this time, she headed to his AC bogie, as she was afraid that you would come looking for her anytime."

"After the pleasantries, she sought, 'Babuji, have you proposed any other woman to do the honors?' He responded, 'No. It's rare to find such couples. But I have taken the virginity of a few women. But taking them on their wedding night is a distant possibility.'"

"'How many did you sleep with?' 'Oh 100s, I have not kept a count,' he replied. 'Were there any prostitutes?' He replied, 'Quite a few were, but I mostly pursued married women. Ironically, they were easier to seduce. Most were in their mid-30s and had a couple of children.' Preet eagerly followed up, 'So, few were like me?' He confidently replied, 'Of course not. You are the prettiest and perhaps the most adventurous one.'"

"'You say that to everyone,' she blushed. 'Not at all,' he replied. 'In fact, they don't even expect it from me. They are with me for only one reason and during that, we may have exchanged lust filled pleasantries. Otherwise, they don't want to be seen in my company anywhere else. I have sampled younger women within the first 3 years of their marriage, but you are definitely the hottest one.'"

"'Why did you think it would work with us?' she asked. He calmly replied, 'One can never be sure of such things. All I did was try. You didn't see the video, but still went with the flow. And even now, haven't you done more with me than your husband? You met him a few weeks before meeting me. How did that happen?'"

"'Is it time for desserts yet?' you texted. 'Looks like the tonic had a sound effect on him; he wants more of it,' she quipped. Inder's father whispered, 'if that's not sufficient, then he can directly get it from the hose.' Preet shivered hearing him and retorted, 'We are just testing our hypothesis now. Let's not jump to conclusions.'"

"Preet texted you, 'I am full. Why do you want to meet now?' He replied, 'Desserts are an excuse. I wanted to see if I could curry favors from you.' Preet immediately replied, 'You could have if you had shown me your Bunty when we met [smiley].'"

"You pleaded, 'Ready now? Maybe we can officially introduce my Bunty to your Babli.' Preet replied, 'So cheap [smiley]. Not a bad idea. Introductions are necessary. So what if it is an arranged marriage? [smiley]'"

"He said. 'You are such a tease, Preet. Poor Manni, he must be so desperate. Are you meeting him now?' Preet smiled. 'Yes, in 5 minutes.'"

"He led her to the toilet without asking while Preet texted you to meet in 10 minutes. Inside, he kissed her and carefully anointed her vagina with his stuff from the bottle. Preet shuddered as she understood what he wanted her to do. After a few minutes of intense kissing. He asked her to suck on his dick. She didn't think he would ejaculate so quickly, but obliged. She even lathered his sacs with her saliva."

Nupur wasn't aware of a lot of the conversations that happened between Inder's father and Preet. Preet only clarified what happened behind the scenes. Even then she always teased and I wasn't sure what she shared was the truth or even the entire truth.

I knocked on the toilet door. Preet let me in.

"You want to play hard to get ha? Does that excite you?" I said, entering the toilet.

"What do you think?"

"It was a fair and square exchange - showing your Bunty for my Babli," she argued.

"Ladies first."

"Sure - why don't you do the honors?"

"Kneel, please," she confidently stated.

"I knelt down and pulled down her pajamas and then slid down her panties in one swoop, caressing her butt."

It amazed me that Preet had shaved her pussy. Her pussy-lips looked tender and slim; her butt shapely and extremely hot.

"Don't they teach in the US? The best procedure to check a pussy is to smell and taste it."

I didn't hesitate and inhaled the musky odor of her pussy. She moved forward and planted her lips right on top of my face, and I licked it eagerly. Was this for real? Is this how we embark on our sexual relationship. It was far more adventurous than what I had imagined. Her pussy tasted amazing; I just didn't know that she filled it with Inder's father's semen. Honestly, I noticed nothing. I loved the smell and taste of her pussy.

Preet moaned as my tongue explored the insides of her pussy.

"Oh Manni," she exhaled sensually as she twirled with my hair and caressed my cheeks. There was a point for me to prove and I seriously licked her pussy; I pulled her onto my face; kneaded her butt and shoved my tongue deep into her hole.

Preet leaked her juices; some of it ran down my chin. I made sloshy sounds as my tongue traced the inner walls of her vagina. She made me eat her for 10 minutes, but she hadn't fully climaxed, even though I was sure that she had shuddered a few times as I homed on her clit.

"Did you like my Babli," she quipped, as she knelt down and inspected my Bunty.

She pulled out my penis, and after kissing on the knob, bit it with her front teeth. I groaned in pain and then she took it into her mouth. It was so soft and wet; an out of the world experience. I hadn't imagined my wife performing oral on me right away. I thought I may have to persuade her.

She even reached for my testicles and took them in her mouth. Her warm breath had an amazing effect on genitals. She stroked it a few times and sucked on the knob. There was something about her; the way she sucked on the knob that it pushed me past the edge and I lost control and spewed my semen. To avoid flooding her mouth, I tried to pull back, but Preet held me firmly and let me unload in her mouth. With a loud groan, I ejaculated deep down her throat.

Preet expertly sucked it all off and, after cleansing my penis, she stood up. She was smiling because I was in such a state of shock. She had sucked me to completion and even swallowed it all.

She laughed and hugged me.

"Oh Manni, I love you so much," she said and latched onto my lips. She was such a passionate woman and, forgetting that I was tasting my semen, I kissed her. We kissed for a good 5 minutes, remarking about the weirdness of our first experience.

"Didn't think this is how we would introduce them," I said.

"They have not been introduced yet," she said, mocking me.

"You talked about kissing on the lips, right? I thought that's what we were doing."

I laughed. Pulled her into my arms and kissed her again.

As we bid goodbyes, she teased, "although I have touched your Bunty, I have not felt it inside. So, if something were to happen, I wouldn't know it is you or someone else."

Preet was a desirable woman. She had surely got me hooked. I wanted to be with her; savor every part of her body. She carried herself in a way that made her irresistible.

Since I had ejaculated, I had lost the opportunity to mount her that night. If I had kept my erection, perhaps Preet would have considered having intercourse with me.

It was clear, though, that Preet wanted to explore his theory. She had almost no reason to succumb to him, but she did. She was drawn to him primarily because of the audacity he showed in pursuing her at that juncture of her life, where almost every woman would turn down such proposals. It wasn't as if she didn't resist, but she knew she could not have resisted him for long. He was Inder's father and periodically visited him in the US, and during those visits he could seduce her, anyway. He had convinced her of his virility.

"It's enough for one evening, I suppose," Nupur said. "Let things stay in suspense for a few days."

"Nupur..." I pleaded. "I don't have a few days; we will be on our way tomorrow."

"Don't worry, before you return to the US, you shall have your curiosity satisfied."

It was almost midnight. So, we bid our goodbyes.

Sexually aroused, I wondered if Preet would indulge me. A few hours' sleep should suffice for her. The original plan was to meet her at the wedding. The detour, however, was fruitful, and I would have surely regret missing it. I lay next to her and fondled her body. Preet ignored me but let me rub my penis against her butt. She was listless and partly awake. I continued fondling her body, hoping to get rewarded. After about 10 minutes of futile effort, she turned to me and said, "Relieve yourself and go to sleep?"

I kissed her lips. "I was doing just that." She had woken up from a 3-hour sleep and even before that she was almost dozing off for an hour before we had our dinner. Her mild-stale breath was alluring. I kissed her. She didn't reciprocate, but let me play with her lips. My desperation was obvious.

"Why let other men take me, if you are so desperate?" she sighed, waking up from her slumber.

"You deserve it," I quipped. "Perhaps a lot more than what you are getting." She returned my kiss and, sensing an opportunity, I got on top of her and nestled between her legs. We had kissed with our morning breaths but it was a cursory kiss but tonight she kissed me deeply; pushed her tongue into my mouth. Nupur's narration had fired me up. In the dark, my heightened senses allowed me to feel every inch of her body. She was a large woman, and I realized why I wasn't able to cover--as in mount--her well. I caressed and fondled her limp body.

"Do you love it, Manni?" she asked in her raspy voice.

"To make do with leftovers?"

"You want to be a cuckold," she said, latching onto my lips and kissing me. I was enjoying our foreplay. Her warm body was so alluring. Feeling her after a break of a week had fired up my libido. Seeing her used by two studs threw me over the top. I wanted to make love with that perused body of hers. But Preet didn't allow me to see her naked body. It was another reminder of my cuckold status.

"What happened at the farmhouse?" I asked between the kisses. She languidly kissed and continued to moan. I loved how she was responding to my dry humping. Preet still partly asleep, spoke in monosyllables.

"They fucked me!" she exhaled.

"Treated your wife like a whore," she said, clicking her tongue in frustration, and adjusted herself under me.

"After a 2-hour long marathon where they double tagged me, they took turns with me."

"2-hours!" I blurted as I continued pushing my pelvis into her.

"I hardly slept 2-hours. They mounted me indiscriminately--8-hours of non-stop fucking--with no preparation."

Preet was awake and sexually aroused. Her dulled senses from the previous night's adventure didn't allow her to climax. A good 10 minutes had passed and Preet seemed to get disinterested in it. She got a text from Abhi.

"Abhi wants to have me now," she said. Her eyes wide-awake.

"Does he know I am here?"

"He thinks you are sleeping."

"Do you want your wife to entertain her ex-boyfriend?" she asked, looking at me with her pretty eyes; almost pleading.

"Do I get to watch?"

"No way Manni. He will think you are queer. Besides, we can't turn on any lights."

She didn't wait for my approval. She freshened herself up. After 5 minutes, she came out wearing her one-piece, short Maxie, that she often wore at home. Smiling, she moved to the bed and held my chin and kissed me on my lips. "Don't make any noise. Abhi should not know about your complicity." Her fresh breath hit me hard. She preferred to greet her lover with fresh breath--anything will do for husband.

"Where will you do it?"

"On the sofa, if it happens."

Nupur's sofa was actually a divan (backless sofa) so was perfect for having sex. It was by the kitchen wall. The living area and the two bedrooms were on either side of the kitchen. You pass through kitchen to reach the bedrooms. So, I could only watch them from the kitchen. Fortunately, there was a small window that was used to hand over tea trays and snacks. I chose that place to watch them. It would be on one end of the divan.

Preet inspected herself in the mirror. She looked attractive, but tired. She tidied her hair and checked her breath with her hand, and waved me goodbye. I tiptoed behind her into the kitchen and waited for her to open the door. She had taken a water bottle along with her. Preet cautiously opened the door and let him in. The heavy iron gate outside the door made a lot of noise. She dragged it in but didn't bolt it.

Preet shushed him and led into the living room away from the main corridor that connected the living room and the bedrooms. Abhi latched onto her lips and chewed on them. She unbuckled his trousers and knelt in front of him and took his phallus in her mouth. Because of a small light that was by the door meant to illuminate the corridor, I could make out their actions. She bobbed her head furiously on his stiff rod for a couple of minutes and then sucked on his testicles. Abhi could not contain himself and moaned in response to the pleasant sensations. She kept on sucking him. I thought they would indulge in a quickie, but it seems they both changed their minds.

About 7 minutes later (I was keeping time), she invited him to the divan to mount her. She slid aside the gusset of her pantie and guided his penis inside. She groaned loudly as he bottomed inside of her without warning. Within moments he started fucking her and, just as expected, Preet shuddered with her orgasm, perhaps at the 2-minute mark. Abhi covered her lips with his and stifled her loud moans. They settled into a steady rhythm and Abhi asked, "Aren't you worried?"

"Manni is asleep. Tired from a long journey."

"You are so hot, Preet," he exhaled. "I wish I had married you."

She kissed him. Softly moaned as his pelvis rubbed against her clit. She was having trouble taking his weight as he was resting his body on her.

"Your husband doesn't know?"

"Shut up Abhi. Enjoy the fruits; don't wonder where they come from!"

Preet's ragged breathing confirmed that she was inching towards her second climax. Checking the clock had confirmed that 20 minutes had passed with the actual intercourse lasting over 12 minutes. I admired these men who could control their ejaculations for such long durations. Preet invariably climaxed twice with them. Even with me, she would climax at least once and if not, I would go down on her and help.

"I wish you were living here. I could meet you regularly," he quipped.

"And have me divorced."

"Now hurry," she seethed. I heard her intense moans; it felt surreal hearing them, standing only 3 feet away. It was a mixture of exhaustion and pleasure. Bearing his weight and the pleasure he was giving her. She obviously contained herself. Preet would be vocal and show that she was enjoying it. It happened more so when I was eating out. They both seem to edge and I heard Abhi groan and thrust harder; heard the loud slapping sound of their bodies for a moment, but Preet contained him. And letting out a guttural sound, he ejaculated inside her.

"Oh god! You are hosing me!"

"My last chance to impregnate you," he whispered, collapsing on top of him.

He lay motionless on top of her for a few minutes. Preet breathed sign of relief as he lifted his body off her. She pulled the gusset back to avoid wetting the divan. She took his spent penis in her mouth and cleaned it.

"Hurry now," she said as she led him to the door. Abhi kissed on her cheek and stepped out. Preet carefully latched the metal door and then closed the door. She saw me standing at the kitchen door as she turned around. I rushed to her and kissed her. She kissed me back, giving me a taste of Abhi's semen. It was faint; wouldn't have noticed if I wasn't conscious of it.

"Did you enjoy the show?"

"Very much," I said leading her to the same divan. I continued kissing her softly as I hugged her body tightly. Preet ragged breathing established that she was nervous, and that it was an unusual experience for her. I nuzzled her neck and fondled her breasts, and with little ado, I knelt in front of her, at the very place where she knelt half-hour before, kissing her breasts and her stomach. Preet trembled. I heard her heart beat wildly as I rested my head on her breasts. She was holding her breath; her tummy shivered as I kissed it. My hands caressed her shapely calves and gradually crept up to her butt. Preet faintly prayed, "Manni, No..." It sounded as if she was urging me.

I boldly lifted her maxi and drew her crotch towards my face. The powerful stench of semen hit my nose. I wasn't sure if I could even bear it, but it strongly stimulated me. Preet fondled my hair and played with it; inviting me to take that bold step. I positioned my face right under her crotch and invited her to step over. As she stepped across my shoulder, the sticky stuff that permeated across the thin gusset fabric touched my nose. Strong odor of their juices was now swirling in my nostrils. Never in my life was I so intensely aroused by the odor of her pussy. Holding my head back with her hand, she squarely planted her pussy on my lips--still covered with her pantie. I darted my tongue out and flicked it across her gusset. Preet loudly moaned. It felt strange in my mouth but tasted mostly okay; there was a bitter tinge to it. She guided me to the divan, and I instinctively knew what she wanted.

As I lay on the divan, Preet straddled my head and lowered her snatch on my face. She rubbed it over my lips; most of the sticky stuff got smeared on my snout. And then she slid aside her gusset, and I felt the stench hit my nostrils. I submerged the tip of my nose between her lips. The intense odor had taken hold of me now. I craved it. I wanted to taste their lust filled juices. My tongue thrusted and sunk into her sloppy hole. It was a humiliating and erogenous experience; that I had not imagined or craved for. It was always Preet's persistent moans in my fantasies. For the first time I had this urge to sample it. Her dilated pussy-lips loosely enveloped my tongue and as she settled down, a bunch of the thick substance descended directly into my oral cavity. The odor was intense, the taste mildly acerbic, but it was an intensely erotic experience. As she squeezed her cunt, a huge load dripped into my mouth. His semen wasn't as thick as mine, but there was plenty. It was easily twice as much.

I proceeded licking and cleaning her out. She didn't stop even after it was clean. Preet had another orgasm in perhaps 10 minutes, but it wasn't as intense.

"Did you fantasize about eating me like that?" she asked as we settled into bed.

"Not really, but I wondered how it would taste. It's okay. But it was an intensely carnal experience."

"What about you?"

"It is a humiliating experience and although I craved it, I didn't want to coerce you into it. I am glad it did not repulse you. Abhi speculates about your complicity in this. That's why he was so worked up and pumped me with a lot of his semen."

Exhausted and satisfied, Preet lay calmly. In the bedside light, I could see the glow on her face. We had scaled yet another peak in our relationship. I understood many things about this alternative lifestyle. Abhi ejaculated twice as much, according to her, and it was primarily because he was screwing her in the same apartment while I slept in the bedroom. This knowledge fueled his desire to impregnate her and perhaps leave enough of his semen inside for me to find out about her illicit mating. Most of Preet's matings happened while I was very much around; it was rarely ever when I was away from her. This awareness that they were boning a young wife while her husband was in the same home made their ejaculations intense, which also helped Preet climax more frequently and intensely.

Nupur was not finished with her story. Some of it happened behind my back. Preet clarified I wouldn't get much of sex during this trip but after attending our relative's wedding we were planning to take a 3 night/4 day trip on "Palace on Wheels." It was to celebrate our first anniversary. I wondered what it meant, given that Preet had disallowed me from intercourse. As these thoughts swirled through my mind, I dozed off.

Chapter 5 - Inder's father consummates Manni's marriage.

Preet warned me that whatever stories Nupur may feed me were not entirely true. She had a penchant for storytelling and exaggerates things to suit her purposes. Enjoy them, but don't take them seriously; she doesn't know the entire story and should not know it. It surprised me that Preet was aware of our private conversations and wondered if she knew about us having sex as well. Preet, however, told me it was Inder's father who romanced her on the train, on the way back to Delhi. She discouraged me from prying out details, but seemed to answer my pointed questions. She confirmed that Inder's father blackmailed her and got physical with her on the train.

My fantasies of Inder's father with her, although rare, were the most intense. Inder's father was well built, had served in the Army during his younger years, but rose a little in ranks and left after a decade. He had a regiment to keep himself fit. He had married pretty early, as was common in those days, and hence was only 17 years elder to Inder. So, he was 57 years old at the time of our marriage, but he looked a lot younger, perhaps like a man in his 40s. In fact, quite a few mentioned he looked like Inder's elder brother.

He was a tall man. Standing at 6' 1", he was 3 inches taller than Inder. He was similar in complexion to Inder, but considerably tanned. Still, he wasn't as dark as a black man; perhaps shy of 3/4th mark between a pale and black complexion. He didn't smoke but consumed alcohol in moderate proportions. Women were his biggest vice; he had an urge to pursue them, especially the married ones. Although he visited prostitutes, it was only as a last recourse. Last, he was a Hindu Brahmin but very unlike one.

I couldn't sleep well that night as my sexual excitement kept on bothering me. I woke up to the sounds of someone in the living room and saw that Nupur was awake. It was 4:00. She latched onto my lips and I felt her stale breath. She pushed me down on the divan and straddled my pelvis and unceremoniously shoved my stiff penis into her snatch. Her pussy was much loose, but wasn't as lubricated as Preet's. I pushed against her and fucked her. We both were already on the edge and it took 5 minutes for us to climax. Even as I ejaculated in her, I knew that my session with Preet the previous night ranked higher. Even though she didn't allow me to penetrate her. Inhaling her body odor and feeling the warmth of body while grinding my pelvis against hers gave me much more pleasure than the actual intercourse with Nupur.

Nupur's talk about Farhan being the only one to have her pussy was baseless. I knew Nupur liked me and would have happily married me, as the cuckolding lifestyle enthralled her. She too could have sampled other men, but believed she couldn't compete with Preet. Preet was far better in every respect for this alternative lifestyle.

Nupur was persuading me to steer Preet away from her husband. Even though Preet enjoyed sex with Farhan, I didn't think he was foremost in her mind. I believed it was Inder or his father, based on my new findings. I had met Inder's father several times, but that was before our marriage and as my cuckold tendencies had taken shape, even before my marriage, I considered him to be a worthy candidate even though Inder ranked higher in my mind, perhaps because of his age. However, Inder's father didn't visit the US after our marriage and given the backstory, it seems surprising that he didn't.

Preet always had an open mind and adventurous streak. Although she was conservative, at least outwardly, she felt women naturally attracted men. Societal norms prohibited the union of unmarried men and women, but nature had no such restrictions. During the early few months of our marriage, when the subject of other men ogling women came up, she told me, "It's natural, Manni. What is taboo excites everyone. It shouldn't be surprising if they get into bed with married women. It happens; perhaps a lot more than we like to admit."

She had brought up the subject of middle-aged men (45+) who could impregnate women but were paired with older women who had lost their charm. This was more common in Indian settings as women after marriage don't take as much care of their bodies as they should. And she herself had mentioned pairing a younger woman with a middle-aged man and an older woman with a younger man was a panacea for this epidemic. Maybe that's why she didn't fall for Sunny. He didn't qualify as a strong, virile man, as in her mind they were older men. Or perhaps she knew his wife was young and pretty and hence he didn't need this concession.

Preet's libido was strong, which I always knew, but hearing about her session with Farhan and Abhi had shaken me. Abhi had fucked her 3 times and Farhan 2 more times and each session lasted an average of an hour. It still was only 7 hours. She was exaggerating, but not purposely. What count's is the sense of time one has in such situations. Preet was active throughout that period with brief breaks of 15-30 minutes while Abhi and Farhan alternated. Neither of them spent any time on eating her but expected her to fellate them on every occasion. She was tired because of this hard-work; of course she loved doing it. No wonder she relished my tongue after Abhi left last night. She perhaps missed it the previous night.

It was apparent that a normal lifestyle was not possible, and that she had to have steady sex partners on the side.

Nupur suggested, "There are different ways to live this lifestyle-the best is to keep things open with no boundaries or conditions attached except for maintaining discretion."

"Inder & his father would prove to be more suitable than you think. Inder lives nearby and his father visits him a few times a year. Between the two, they keep her satisfied for a few years before any sort of monotony sets in."

"With no checks, Inder may as well marry her. He prefers his women young and Anju no longer qualifies as one," I retorted.

I had no such thoughts before urging Preet on spreading her legs but the more I had heard about her past, the more insecure I had become and now that I had ejaculated, only half-hour ago, I was in my senses to understand the real danger.

"Shut up Manni," she countered. "Preet loves you and would never leave you for anyone."

"You are such a considerate husband. What would she gain by leaving you?"

"You wanted her to stay home and not work anymore," she continued. "That understanding would help her enjoy sex with them any time she wishes."

"How would a father-son duo make sense of such a relationship?"

"It's strange, but not uncommon. There are hundreds of stories of father-in-laws breeding their son's wife. In fact, Inder's father may have misbehaved with Anju, and she must have not liked it. That's why they two don't get along and Inder's father rarely ever stays long with him. Even while visiting him, he prefers to stay by himself."

I wondered how she knew so much about them. Preet had definitely confided in Nupur. Still, Preet had become reserved about such topics and advised me to keep my mouth shut as well.

"That's a good idea," she said. "Why don't you offer to have Inder's father stay with you folks during his visits?"

"Hmm... Inder talked about this challenge. His father staying at our home, although odd, may not seem out of place."

The TV was on in the background and it seems the COVID pandemic had formally announced itself. The western countries, including the US, were in a lockdown. It had been developing in the past few days, but more important things were on our mind to pay attention to the news. Nupur had suggested that we skip the relative's wedding, although we were keen on attending it. We also had our anniversary trip we were looking forward to.

"With these restrictions, don't think it's happening soon," I added.

Anju called me on my cell phone. It was pretty early, but since she called, I thought it was important. She advised me of the evolving situation. Just as we left the country, the borders were closed and things got worse. It meant that we couldn't travel back until further notice. Living in a populated area was risky, as it was contagious. Preet had a big house, but it was in a populated area, hence deemed a little risky. Alarm bells hadn't gone off in India and folks were ignoring it.

"It seems we are stuck for a while. Anju is recommending that we quarantine ourselves to stay safe."

"Yes, my cousins have been sharing such messages on WhatsApp," said Nupur.

"First, I am not even sure about this. Second, Preet parents live in that house. It would be such a gross thing if they ever find it."

"What's the ruckus?" asked Preet. She woke up from her slumber and joined us in the living room. It was a little past 6:00.

"We can't go back to the US due to travel restrictions put in place," I said.

"Oh," she replied, yawning. "It doesn't seem the virus has reached here."

"When can we fly back?" she asked.

"Don't know. It can take weeks or even months."

"Hmm.." She walked to the bathroom to freshen up. Nupur started making tea and as I reached her, I said, "Doesn't seem like she even noticed."

"That's Preet for you. She is calm in every situation."

We stayed at Nupur's place for another day and headed to Preet's place the following day. The morning passed pretty quickly. Preet and I enjoyed our afternoon siesta. Even Nupur wanted to take a brief break. We got time to contemplate on the quandary. I enquired about our anniversary trip tickets and found that the trip was still on. We had a few more days to decide. Our little one was suckling on her tit when I hugged from behind and fondled her body.

I touched her nipple and played with it. She didn't mind sexually touching her when she was breastfeeding. Preet usually felt excited by the thought of breastfeeding. True that her maternal instinct to comfort child differed from these emotions, but she knew that sex was an integral part of her life and such fetishes played a role in it. I fondled her tit and honed in on her nipple. Fiddling with it; twiddling it between my thumb and index finger. Tugging on it. Preet responded to my actions and soon she seethed, pointing her toes.

I reached across and took it in my mouth. As a steady stream of her milk flowed into my mouth, she exhaled; squirmed in her bed, unsettled by the pleasant sensations she was feeling.

"Did you breastfeed Anju's older child?" I asked. Anju's son was only 1-year-old and her daughter was a little over 3 years old.

"Yes."

I nibbled on her nipple and played with it. Draining her milk but sexually working her up. Nupur's kids were almost the same age, so I asked, "Nupur's children?"

"Yes."

"Farhan fucked me while I was feeding his younger one."

"You like that?"

She nodded.

"What about Inder's elder son?" I asked.

She seethed and, soaking those sensations, lazily said, "He is awaiting his turn but will have to wait until he comes of age."

"Why? What happened?"

The story about the episode with our neighbor's son may have reached Inder's son. He was already adventurous and tried his luck several times. Preet would as usual silently push his hand away but on that evening when visited Inder's place for dinner, he too was present for a little while. He grabbed her from behind a few times and kissed on her neck. Usually she would warn him, but on that day she simply blushed really that he was turning out to be a man after all.

"He takes after his grandfather," she said. I didn't quite understand what she was hinting at, but before I asked her to clarify, she asked, "Manni, are you still serious about this? About sharing with me other men? Living this lifestyle?"

"Why?"

"You should have experienced some of it already now. Does it still excite you?"

"Very much Peet. I don't want us to go back to our normal lives."

"Doesn't it bother you that so many things happened behind your back?"

"No. I wish I had known these things, so I could have enjoyed it as well."

She laughed and slapped me on my back.

That's when she started narrating about what happened after our engagement. Part of it I have already elaborated in the previous chapter. Now we continue the rest of the story.

It conflicted Preet. I had failed the test and in good faith she should let him do the honors. It reminded her of her mother's advice. Preet and her mother were quite close as there wasn't much age difference between them. For most people, she could have passed as Preet's elder sister. Preet controlled herself until her 21st birthday, but after that she fell for Abhi. When her mother learned that Preet was sexually active and that he had clicked a few objectionable pictures of Preet, she got upset. Preet's mother was mature to understand that such things are not that easy to control at that age and hence instead of reprimanding her, she helped her understand on how to manage such things. Apart from the usual guidance on using your hand, she also suggested that she learn the art of giving blowjobs. Men loved them and wouldn't get many in an Indian context because of the conservative nature of the society. It also meant that she could have vaginal intercourse, as that was a sure way of having other issues.

Over the years, Preet also learned that men always covet women, but that she doesn't have to yield to all those men. She is taking a risk when she engages in sexual activity with a man, whether it is before her marriage or after. So, the reward had to be commensurate with the risk. Love and sex were different in Preet's mind already, which her mother's guidance reinforced. When the topic of extra-marital sex came up, she told her of the sort of men it would be worth risking sex with. They were the confident, trustworthy, well-equipped, and pursued them without fear. Only such alpha male were worthy of experimenting with. In her mind, Abhi was not that sort of guy and hence it was not worth wasting too much energy on him. In a conservative society, options are limited and often one has to make do with something less than what you deserve.

It started dawning on her that Inder's father was the alpha male her mother was mentioning. It was perhaps this knowledge that allowed her to not resist to his sexual advance. She instinctively understood that only such bold men can push the boundaries and, according to the nifty techniques she had gathered, she could imagine that he had decent sized equipment as well.

Preet needed to relax, to contemplate on her next move. She had received no text from him, even though it was already past 11:30. She wondered if he would accost her and didn't feel that she should present herself in such an unclean state. She wanted to be fresh for him. As she mulled over her next step while taking the shower, she realized the dice were already rolled for her. Inder's father could have consummated her marriage at the wedding hall itself. She didn't have a choice then--he gave her a choice. He didn't have to wager with her, which was yet another choice. If her fate was to not sleep with him on her wedding night, then perhaps things would have turned out differently in that toilet when she met me.

She wore a simple Salwar Kameez and a black bindi for makeup and stepped out of the toilet. The bogie was deserted. She tiptoed back to her compartment and picked up her transparent scarf that she had used to cover her head and face in the marriage. It was 12:00. There was still no text from her new lover. Did he sleep? Was all this preparation in vain? He had texted her the compartment he was in, so she could visit him. Not sure of her next move, she paced the corridor and then, mustering courage, she headed to his compartment.

Preet saw that the light in his compartment was on. Inder's father hadn't pursued hard, but the intensity with which he had approached her left little doubt that he wanted her. Even now he was playing the role of a perfect alpha male, who doesn't show desperation. Aware of his capabilities, he expects the females to solicit him. She was about to knock when she thought, what if he wasn't alone? and also noticed someone approaching from the corridor? So, she walked past his compartment and waited at the other end for a few minutes.

She then texted, "Babuji, are you asleep?" A few moments later, she got his response. "No waiting for your reply. Did he like the milkshake?" Preet wondered how to respond when she got another one. "When delivered from a natural vessel, it is simply irresistible!"

"Yes, he liked the taste of my Babli," she responded.

"Oh Babli is it? How is his Bunty? Did you like it? How does it compare to my Babu?"

"There is no comparison!"

"My Babu made a tasty milkshake by just imagining you; what could happen if both Babli and Babu made it together?"

"It's a strange quandary. Don't know if it's right?" she texted.

"What you choose to justify is 'right.' And it changes with time. What may seem wrong now may just be the right thing when you look back."

Preet knew that the moment was near. The virginity that she had treasured for her husband belonged to him. Only such a man could do justice to her beauty. She walked to his compartment. After about 5 minutes of wait, there was another text from him, "What happened?"

"I am thinking," she texted back.

"Why don't we think together?"

"Alright, open the door then," she texted.

He opened the door and there she stood in front of him, dressed in that red Salwar Kameez with a transparent veil covering her face. Her pretty face without the makeup shone like a bright moon in that dark corridor. He pulled her in after a moment and closed the door.

"An Apsara (maiden) from the heavens in my humble abode," he whispered as he lifted her veil. He lifted her beautiful face by her chin and admired her beauty. Preet had not looked at him yet. She raised her eyelids and looked at the old man, who was in awe of her beauty. His dark lips quivered; his nostrils flared, showing that he was having trouble breathing. He soaked in her beauty. Preet's pale complexion without makeup was a sight no man could ever resist. Earlier in the day, Preet had masked her pale complexion with makeup; she wanted a bit of olive tinge to her complexion instead of the bland white complexion that, according to her, didn't look great in Indian bridal wear.

He planted his lips on hers. Preet's fresh breath was so inviting for him. He sucked on her lips, savored it as if it was his prized possession. Preet stood there and reciprocated. His natural odor of his body, devoid of any scents, drew her. He took her in his arms, into his tight embrace, and she understood what it meant to be grabbed by a man. His body fully enveloped hers. She parted her lips and kissed him. His dark, rough, parched lips had a strange allure. His breath was earthly, natural, and his tongue rough. His lips brushed past her cheek, and his beard tickled her face. He nuzzled her, and she knew he was fawning over her. She pulled his face back and latched onto his lips again. It was an intense but delicate kiss. Taking their time to feel their tongues, lips, their breaths and their bodies. The kiss lasted well over 5 minutes.

"That was an amazing sight. You, standing there in your bridal wear. Only thing missing was the milk glass," he said.

It was customary for Indian wives to bring a glass of fortified milk for their new husbands on the first night. The intention clearly was to give the husband a boost of energy so that they have a night filled with passion.

Preet blushed and hid her face in his chest. She whispered, "We only have an hour. That would have kept me here until morning."

He kissed her again and led her to the berth. His compartment was surprisingly tidy; made bed, clothes on the hanger, reading glasses and a book on the table. He stood there in his ordinary pajamas, unprepared for the occasion. She had read him as an alpha male and didn't expect him to show off. He approached and once again she locked lips with him. She pulled him in and caressed his butt; apart from kissing her, he did nothing. She caressed his chest and kissed his neck. He fondled her breast and showered small kisses on her face. Her hand crept to his bulge, and she slowly fondled her prized possession.

She moaned as she felt his flaccid penis that still was a marvel in that state. She knew very well even in that floppy state it could beat my erect Bunty. He traced her lips with his tongue as she grasped his manhood. Preet's juices flowed. He latched onto her lips as she aligned his member with her crotch.

He lifted her Kameez and Preet raised her arms as he took it off her. Preet's upper half exposed, except for her breasts that were wrapped in a flimsy brassiere. He marveled at her slender body and majestic breasts. He pulled on the knot of Kameez and it crumpled by her feet. She naturally twirled around as he tugged on her shoulder. Preet, still uncomfortable with her semi-naked body, obliged and flaunted her body.

"Preet, you are a model," he said as he inspected her tall, exquisitely shaped figure. Preet smiled and waited for him to suck in her beauty. She posed a little, gaining confidence, paraded herself and then pranced back and kissed him. He unsnapped her brassiere in a flash. Preet took a step back and let him inspect her magnificent breasts. They were out of the world and an amazing feast for eyes. Round, full, milky white with large, light colored areolas.

"These are amazing," he said, fondling them. He sat on the berth and buried his face in her breasts, softly kissing her mounds. He sucked on the soft skin of breasts. The pale white skin of hers had captivated him. He licked her areolas, feeling the bumpy skin around her nipples. Preet moaned and shivered as his lips contacted her nipples. He flicked his tongue across her pea-sized nipples. He swirled his tongue around her nipple and took it in his mouth. Preet pulled his face into her bust. Breasts were an erogenous zone for her; especially her nipples. Touching them easily aroused her. That's why she would struggle to contain her sexual excitement when men groped her instead of fighting back. Preet continually moaned as he feasted on her nipples. Only if he had known that these would feed his grandchildren one day.

He pulled her on the berth. She laid down and waited for him to join her. He touched her large breasts that had drooped to the sides. As her wide hips beckoned him, he looked at them admiringly. "You have amazingly wide hips, meant for delivering a lot of children. And breasts to feed them." Preet's sultry gaze transfixed on his bulge. She fondled it, imagining it planting his seed inside her. He removed his old-fashioned, loose vest elderly men wear under their shirts. She saw his muscular upper half that was covered with gray hair. He was a fit man; she saw some weight on his midriff, a clear sign that age was catching up with him.

She pulled him towards and nuzzled his crotch in a simple act of desperation. He knew Preet was enamored by his large phallus. She inhaled that manly, musky odor of his as she mouthed his cock. He touched her naked belly and fondled it; fingered her belly button. He pushed his hands into her pantie and massaged her vulva. Preet moaned in response. The flimsy pantie wasn't much of resistance, but he wanted to see her naked pussy. The rough skin of his fat fingers rubbed against her tender lips. She was clean shaven and he could see the thin slit; giving away that she was likely a virgin. They were deep red and not dark, as is usual for Indian women. They felt slippery. It seemed like she was ready to mate. He leaned forward and pushed his tongue into her vagina. Preet moaned as she felt his rough tongue on her pussy. He was still standing by the berth, and Preet continued to fondle his bulge. It was becoming erect and more rigid.

He kept on licking her fresh vagina. She didn't think he would taste her vagina. It was not an alpha male trait in her mind, but then neither was she an ordinary woman, as he had described. She loved his tongue as it explored her pussy lips and the inside. He pushed his tongue to the bottom of her pussy and pushed deep inside. Preet pushed her pelvis against his tongue, encouraging him to push it even further. He retreated and sucked on her clit. Preet was ultra sensitive and sucking on her clit always made her horny. She exhaled and squirmed on the berth as Inder's father worked on her clit. He pushed one of his fingers in and Preet was delirious and lifted her butt, encouraging him. He pushed his middle finger deep inside and rubbed her clit with thumb.

"Oh...." she exhaled as the pleasant sensations rippled through her body.

She grabbed and pulled his butt towards her. He climbed on the bed and straddled chest. Preet fondled and kissed his butt. Sliding her hand into his boxer shorts, she massaged his cock, which inflated to its normal proportions. She nuzzled his butt and mouthed his large testicles. He was busy fingering and massaging her clit, which was egging her towards her orgasm. She pulled on the rubber band and he helped her by lifting his leg. His black, naked butt was right in front of her. It was littered with graying hair. She marveled at his dangling cock, but her eyes were on his large, hairy testicles. They were the size of large tomatoes. She kissed his butt and nibbled on his testicles, inhaling the pungent, musky odor of his anus. Her nose shoved up his puckered hole as she licked his sacs.

In her way, she wanted to pleasure them, knowing very well that they were the source of his seed. His tongue was driving her crazy, and she returned the favor by lathering his testicles with her saliva. Sucking on them, caressing them, fondling them. She thought of them as the large testicles of a breeding bull, not like my balls, which were like that of a neutered bull.

After 5 minutes of it, she pushed her tongue into his dark hole. He reacted to her tongue by stopping his act. Preet knew he liked it and she kept on licking it. This encouraged him to lean back and offer her anus to lick. Preet urged him to squat over her face as she continued to lick him. Her hand fondled his testicles and his large appendage. She stroked it to make it erect. Her tongue on his anus was working, and she felt his penis become hard, like a rock. She could feel the coarse veins that were puffed up with blood. Preet must have licked for well over 5 minutes before taking his penis into her mouth. He collapsed on the seat while Preet turned around and took his member in her mouth. She suckled on it for a few more minutes and then invited him to mount her.

It was her most prized possession. The gigantic cock she had touched and felt. It was a tad smaller than her favorite dildo Marcus, but she loved the feel of his flesh and the warmth of a real penis, which Marcus lacked. The intense odor of his genitals was also egging her.

They had indulged each other for 45 minutes and now it was time for the actual ceremony. Preet shivered as she expected his enormous cock invading her tight pussy. Preet cleaned herself up and slept, expecting him to climb onto the bed again. Her heightened sensations made her aware of everything. The sweat on her body made her feel cold. As he climbed on the berth, she heard the creaking sound of it and as he took position on top of her, she understood the moment had arrived.

He rubbed his thick sausages against her pussy lips. Preet moaned as a shiver ran down her spine. She looked at him as he grinned and kissed her lips.

"Relax," he said. "It's meant for women like you." She felt his stiff member and aligned it at the entrance. Preet was nervous and stopped her breathing. He nudged it in and she groaned. The knob met with little resistance from her slippery lips. Preet was much more ready than she thought. Her lubricating juices had prepared her to mate with the breeding bull. He prodded a few times and when Preet lifted her pelvis, urging him to push it in, he drove it in. She let out a loud groan as half of it was lodged in. Preet tried to stop him but he didn't retreat and started stroking her. This was just the friction she needed, and she lifted her bum and pulled his penis into her. He helped, and she was impaled on his gigantic penis.

"Ahh..." she let out a loud groan. She held him in the same position for a moment to experience that moment. stretched by his cock. It was enough for him to rest on top of her and grind his pelvis on top of her. He had a way to fuck her with quick strokes that drove her wild. His body rubbing against her clit while his big member hardly ever leaving the cavity. His weight on her body made her feel as if she was getting bred by a real bull. As he gained momentum, Preet inched towards her orgasm and soon she shuddered with her climax.

He was elated and started his vigorous thrusting.

"Babuji, fuck me..." she encouraged

Preet squirmed under him. His powerful thrusts pushed her up and now her head kept on pushing against the wall. The sheer difference in their body weights had made it even more intense. Preet was a little over 60kgs while he was close to 100 kgs. She was pushing hard against him, urging him to fuck her hard. He needed little encouragement, but he needed a brief respite and so, once again, settled on top of her, pinning her under his weight. She started kissing him, offering her tongue to suck on and pushing her tongue into his mouth. Her hands caressed his butt. She fondled his testicles and even nudged his anus.

Just then I texted her, "Was embarrassed to text you right away. Should we give it another try?"

"Is he getting desperate to mount you?" he asked. Sexually aroused, she didn't even pay attention to it, but his question forced her to check it. She looked at it and said, "he is asking for another chance to prove his virility."

"Tell him there is no need. Someone is already impregnating you." She kept the phone aside and kissed him. He had conquered Preet. How could a 57-year-old man give more pleasure than a 29-year-old man was beyond her understanding? She felt blessed to be mating with a real breeding bull right when she was in her fertile period. He lifted himself up and started with his powerful thrusts once again. There was an animalistic energy in his thrusts as their bodies collided. She knew he would inundate her with semen and there was no way for her to avoid getting pregnant. Preet was inching towards another orgasm and she was now matching his thrusts.

"Fuck me Babuji," she exhaled. "Make me your slut!'

She caressed his body, lost in lust for him. I sent another text to her at that moment, "Are you asleep?" They ignored it and continued their fucking. As he inched towards his orgasm, Preet shuddered with hers too and a few moments later he thrust deep into her and collapsed on top of her. He groaned as spurt after spurt he deposited his seed deep in her. Both of them were sweating. He had fucked her for over 20 minutes, with the entire session lasting a little more than an hour.

She kissed his cheeks and let him rest on top of her as his semen drained into her womb. After a couple of minutes, he got up. Preet eagerly took his spent penis in her mouth and cleaned it. She dressed herself and checked the phone.

"You get to feed it fresh to him now," he said.

"No way Babuji, he will taste it and if he misses that, he will notice my dilated pussy," she replied.

"Was asleep; it's late. Why don't you sleep," she texted me back.

"Can't sleep now," I replied.

"Nupur can wake up. She just dozed off."

"Did you enjoy it?" asked Inder's father. He laid back on the berth to catch his breath. She laid next to him, laying her chin on his chest, she said, "That was incredible."

"Are you happy that I did the honors?"

She blushed and said, "Yes. I presume this is your first time to take someone on their wedding night?"

"Yes, although I had a few of them before their wedding."

"How many married women have you impregnated?"

"Four women. I have half-a-dozen illegitimate children. Three of them are with a daughter-in-law of a relative. I would guess I may have impregnated a few more women but can't be sure."

"I am on the pill," she said, kissing him. "One more would have been added to that list, otherwise."

"Thank you Babuji. I have to take your leave now."

Even though I was desperate, I didn't bug her that night and neither did Preet text me. We only met the next morning. Preet dozed off soon after she finished narrating the story leaving me to nurse my hard-on. Nupur and I chatted more late in the afternoon. She told me that Preet was gone again in the early morning that night for another hour. Preet was uncomfortable sharing her desperation with me. I believed Nupur because I knew Preet had a voracious appetite for sex and as risky as it sounds, I knew she wouldn't have shunned another chance to mate with him.

Since morning that day, Preet didn't even kiss me or let me kiss her. Our afternoon session was intense I tried to grind my pelvis against hers in order to get her excited and it worked her up but she steadfastly refused to have sex with him. During the plane journey she told me I would have time to contemplate and decide whether I was ready to live this lifestyle.

The next morning, we made her way to Preet's house. Preet's parents had cleaned up the house assuming that we may stay over for a longer period; delighted to spend more time with their grandson. Preet was still keen on continuing with our Palace on Wheels trip since cancellation was not possible and in India there didn't seem to be any recognition of the risk. Few days she continued denying me sex. She even stopped kissing me; the only thing she allowed me was dry humping. Even that gave me a lot of pleasure.

Preet's mother tried to convince Preet to change her mind about the trip but she didn't. We were having dinner downstairs with them the previous night. Finally, she whispered, "Have you thought? What is the point of an anniversary trip, if you can't mount me."

I was stunned to hear that and wondered what her plan was.

Chapter 6 - Preet narrates her sluttiest day

Over dinner, Preet dropped the biggest bomb. It was the only surprise I had on that trip. It might sound strange considering how much I learned about her past on our trip to India. Preet was sexually adventurous and did not opt for a conventional lifestyle. She spent much of her time relaxing and caring for her body after a few days of sexual exploration. By the time I arrived, she had a radiant smile on her face. Her skin had a recognizable sheen and her milky white complexion returned. She had adopted an exercise regimen after the birth of our child, which made her look hot. Her entire physique resembled a finely carved artwork from the Khajuraho caves.

During our flight, she informed me that because I was so determined to live this lifestyle; she wanted to give me some time to think about it. She tacitly implied that physical distance from me for the first week and then her denying sex with me should help me decide. I needed no more time because I had already decided. I didn't expect Preet to act in such a peculiar way. She could not have maintained control of her drive for very long because of her extremely high libido.

Preet wasn't interested in discussing her ideas for our anniversary trip, so I asked her about the one thing that had been on my mind for a while. Preet had conveniently ignored the fact that anything significant had happened at Inder's house. I remembered that Inder's older kid had also been there. He took off for India shortly after that for his educational exchange program. He was only around for a short while, so I didn't expect something to develop between them.

As I rolled on the bed with her and pushed my luck, she quipped, "Keep your pride tucked in. Otherwise, I may have to resort to a chastity cage."

That was surprising. I kept mum and avoided pushing my luck any further, but asked her. "What happened at Inder's place?"

"Isn't what you heard enough? Why do you want to torment your Bunty?"

After some persuading, she started recounting her experience. This was a few weeks after our anniversary and two weeks before we flew to India. Inder had invited us for dinner. Later, much to our surprise, a very close business partner also arrived. He seemed to have a few things he wanted to talk about. Everyone had gathered in their spacious TV room for a gaming night to watch a crucial match. Inder introduced me to him as well, and since I was keen on expanding my business, I didn't mind connecting with other businessmen.

Preet wore a provocative outfit for the occasion. Nupur had sent her a special dress that many Punjabi women wore—a body-hugging, tight kameez. Nupur had apparently bought it for her wedding, but Preet's bust was slightly smaller, so it didn't fit as snugly. But now, Nupur believed it would be the ideal fit given her pregnancy and breastfeeding. Nupur altered it to accommodate her breastfeeding activities by sewing small zippers on both sides of the bust, beginning just above the nipple and ending at the bottom. She wore a special bra with flaps and very soft, translucent material underneath her kameez. As a result, her figure was clearly visible, and her bust line seemed to be very pronounced.

We showed up a little earlier in the evening. I became preoccupied with a few duties that Inder required help with.

"Anju asked me to feed her baby as soon as we arrived," Preet explained.

"She didn't even wait for my response before guiding me to their bedroom, where I nervously waited at the door. 'Come on in,' she encouraged me. 'Given the chemistry you have with Inder, this will soon seem like home for you,' she joked, as she cleared a spot on the bed for me. I felt embarrassed but pointed it out to her. 'Anju, I could sit here on the couch.' I wasn't comfortable sitting or sleeping on their marital bed. She moved her clothes from the sofa and invited me to sit. She took her infant from the cradle. 'Unfortunately, neither my body nor I fit Inder's ideal of a motherly woman who can bear and rear many children,' she said.'Suckling on a real breast is an authentic pleasure that we should not deny children,' she added,"

"As I sat cross-legged on the sofa with the baby in my lap, I asked, 'Anju, can you give me a shawl?' 'What are you embarrassed about?' she retorted. Anju became preoccupied with her various domestic responsibilities. I sat awkwardly and fed her baby. It was my first time feeding her baby, and after the initial awkwardness, it felt quite natural. Anju returned ten minutes later to check on me. She had a contented look on her face. Anju had a rather ordinary skirt and top, whereas I opted for a more traditional look. 'Inder likes women dressed in traditional Indian attire,' she remarked as she took a seat next to me. 'How content does he look?' she asked, caressing his hair. 'Does your child enjoy it?' she inquired. 'Not a lot. Yours is voracious,' I observed. 'You know--men of this house are quite voracious,' she retorted. I blushed and looked down, ignoring her direct gaze."

"She waited for my reaction, but I wasn't sure if I should be completely honest with her. 'It's all in the genes, dear,' she whispered. 'You should know that this entire family has quite large dicks.' My face was beet red. I remember staring at her blankly while her son continued to suckle on my breast. It was enough for me to feel that familiar tinge in my pussy. I was just getting over it when Anju did something even stranger."

"After a few moments, she noticed the special cross stitch on my breast that ran vertically across the breast. 'What is this contraption?' she inquired, inspecting it. 'These appear to be the new fashions in India. My friend made them for me,' I explained. 'I should switch. Your baby has been sucking nonstop, which is strange because I produce a lot of milk,' I emphasized. I pulled open the other flap and fed her baby from the other side. In my haste, I left the first flap open, which Anju carefully examined. 'Your nipples are still tiny,' she grumbled. She reached for it and rolled it between her thumb and fingers before I could react. 'Preet, your breasts are stunning,' she said quietly, inspecting them even more closely and embarrassing me. She touched my areolas and felt my soft, white, milky skin. Anju seemed mesmerized by the sight of my breasts, and she may have envied me at the moment. Or maybe she realized why her husband preferred me."

"'Do you enjoy breastfeeding?' she inquired. I agreed by nodding. She was unsure. 'Do you get any sexual pleasure from this?' 'Perhaps a little.' I tried to be candid. 'It stimulates me because your little one uses his teeth a lot.' 'That little rascal,' she said, patting his bum."

"'After all, he has Inder's genes!' Anju yanked herself up and took my other tit in her mouth. She squeezed my breast until my milk drained into her eager mouth. 'Anju, what are you doing?' I begged, but she ignored me and kept sucking on it. When Anju pressed the new button, I was already in a sexually charged state. She licked my nipple with her tongue and nibbled on it. She looked at me shamelessly to see what effect it had on me. My eyes were closed as I concentrated on those intense feelings. After a minute, she stopped. She continued to stare at me with a smile on her face. My nervous smile told her that, while I liked it, I wasn't completely comfortable with it."

"But didn't you and Nupur do some experimenting?" I inquired.

"Yes, a little groping and kissing and perhaps fingering each other a little, but really nothing serious and we never took it to completion. It was only a distraction."

"She went downstairs to do her chores, while I continued to breastfeed her baby until he fell asleep. I laid him on the bed and freshened myself. Anju's thoughts raced through my mind when she walked in and saw me freshening up in the bathroom. 'There's no dildo here, if you were looking for it,' she joked. 'However, there are genuine ones, and you are free to use them.' My cheeks were flushed red as soon as I freshened up. 'There's no need for you to be embarrassed. You are a very attractive woman. It's no surprise that all three men in this family are passionately infatuated with you.' She exhaled as she took a step closer to me. 'You're almost an actress, but you're so eager to please these ordinary-looking males—agreed, they're gifted in some way,' she exhaled. 'Three?' I muttered something. 'Of course, do you think I don't know that Inder's father, Babuji, was on the same train with you when you returned to Delhi from the wedding?' she queried. I was surprised. 'And do you really believe it was purely coincidental that Inder's father was traveling in the compartment next to yours and that Inder could not board that train?' I was at a loss for words. All I could do was avoid looking at her and completely ignore her eyes."

"'You don't have to be embarrassed or afraid of me,' she insisted. 'If I were as beautiful and lustful as you are, I would have gladly entertained a half-dozen men regularly,' she continued. 'However, it was not to be. And the first time Inder's father made a pass at me, I froze, and he couldn't even penetrate me. Perhaps I wasn't attracted to him and couldn't bear the idea of sleeping with my father-in-law,' she explained. 'However, I knew I had to find some way to help him. Then came the opportunity—Manni's marriage. I thought I could find someone to be his companion, but I soon realized he was smitten by you. That's when I devised the evil scheme and gave him that chance.'"

"To say it astounded me would be an understatement. I said nothing and remained silent. I wasn't sure if it was a good idea to tell her more. 'Shall we just make it a rule?' she suggested. 'You entertain and mate with any man who approaches you under this roof. Period.' 'Wait,' she said, looking in the cupboard for something and pulling out a scissor. 'Not just that,' she said as she pulled the zipper on one of my breasts down. She stripped away the brassier flap. This created a gaping hole in my brassiere, exposing my nipples. She zipped it up and examined it. The zipper's cold metal rubbed against my nipples, raising them. If they looked closely at my breasts, they could clearly see that something was wrong. She repeated the process on the opposite side and saw them in the mirror. 'Doesn't that look fantastic?'"

"'Anyone who wants to try your sweet milk should now have easy access,' she said. 'Perhaps feed it to Adarsh as well,' she suggested. 'What?' I asked, frowning. 'He's just a kid.' 'A boy who turns 18 tomorrow,' she retorted. 'And I am sure he has the hots for you.' I did not know, and it was intriguing to learn that another member of Inder's family would now be free to pursue me. 'Don't be a prude—you know you're a slut, so act like one,' she said as she ushered me out. I exited the bedroom with my scarf (odhani) delicately wrapped around my breasts."

"Many crazy ideas were racing through my head. Anju turned out to be far more sinister than I had predicted. She made certain that both Inder and Inder's father had a brand new sex toy and that, thanks to Adarsh's new eligibility, he could also freely enjoy the toy. My pussy was oozing with juice, and I was ready to be mounted by anyone. I imagined that one day, Inder's youngest son might grow up and mount me."

"In the kitchen, she offered me a tray of drinks. I understood she wanted me to show the men my breasts. They were all in the TV room, including you. Adarsh and a couple of his friends were also watching the game, and no one seemed to notice me as I handed out drinks to everyone. My nipples were rubbing against the cloth of the kameez and the cold metal zipper, reminding me I was a slut. My nipples were taut and demanding attention. My pussy was dripping with juices."

"The young boys were too preoccupied with the game, and you were as well. Only Inder and his business partner paid attention to me. I was making the rounds, serving food and drinks in a sexually charged state. I assumed no one had noticed until I noticed Inder's partner looking at me. It was strange that I was in a receptive mood after Anju told me I was available to any man. The man appeared to be in his mid-fifties, with a heavy build and being only a few inches shorter than me. I felt a tingling sensation in my pussy when he started checking me out. He noticed it as well and, for whatever reason, kept walking into me and chatting me up. We exchanged pleasantries and learned about each other in less than a half-hour. He remarked on how stunning I looked and how fit I was for someone who had just given birth. His gaze kept moving to my breast, and he clearly noticed that something was protruding out."

"After about a half-hour, I handed ice to Inder, who was standing by the bar about 10 feet away from where everyone was gathered. He pushed me against the wall and latched onto my lips. We were in a corner, away from the main entrance and the area where everyone was gathered. As a result, I didn't make a fuss and let him kiss me. His alcohol breath was palpable, and I could even taste the hot, burning flavor of it. The slut inside me knew that my purpose was to give men pleasure, and anything was acceptable, as long as it wasn't too risky. The *real* men in that room were aware that I was available and would accommodate them."

"Fortunately, I didn't have any lipstick on and didn't have to fuss with it. Inder and his business partner were both aroused. Soon after that kiss, I went to the restroom and wiped my pussy clean. My pants were soaked, but I had no choice but to keep wearing them. Then again, I felt Anju would have suggested getting rid of it. I checked my breath again, tidied up, and went back out."

"Inder grabbed me again, and this time we kissed passionately. Our cat-and-mouse game lasted about a half hour. Finally, Inder was ready to take it to the next level, and he pushed on my shoulders while we kissed. 'Inder,' I quipped. 'It's fine. I'll keep watch,' he murmured. The slut inside of me craved that moment. It was as if I didn't care and wanted the entire world to know I was Inder's slut. I buried my face in his crotch and breathed in his intoxicatingly potent masculine scent. I really wanted to please him, so I slowly unzipped his pants and pulled out his semi-rigid penis. I made love to the thing that had given me so many intense orgasms. I bobbed my head over it and licked and sucked it without regard for anyone. Despite everything I did for him, he showed no signs of ejaculation. His business associate interrupted as he stood up to take a bio break."

"Anju summoned me because her baby was crying for milk once again. He had a voracious appetite, even though ours was sound asleep. I was wondering if this was an alpha trait as well. Or did he have any idea that this woman would one day show him the joys of manhood? Clearly, I was letting my pussy think for me. As I entered the bedroom, I picked him up, slept on their bed, and began feeding him. After 5 minutes, Inder joined me; his partner had to run an errand, so he followed me to the bedroom. 'You are such a slut,' he said as he lay next to me. ' Flaunting your free boobs in front of my business partners. Leaving us both high and dry.' He kissed me from behind and pressed his crotch against my buttocks. He unzipped my other breast and started playing with my nipple. I moaned, kissed him, and thrust my buttocks into him. He untied my shalwar and slid his penis between my ass cheeks. I arched my back to provide a better angle. My two holes were always ready for him. His fat penis slithered between my curvy thighs, brushing up against my perineum."

"'Wouldn't this offend Anju? You taking me in her bed?' I inquired. 'Don't worry about her,' he said, aligning his penis with my pussy's entrance. My pussy was so drenched that his penis sank into my slick hole with a single lurch. There's no way yours could have made it that far! I lifted my leg, and he drove it all the way in."

"'You are a complete slut, Preet. Always ready for it,' he said as he began stroking me. After a few powerful thrusts, I whimpered with my impending climax. Inder gripped my waist and fucked it with long, deliberate strokes, despite the difficult position. Whether it was just in my head or Inder's son realized what was happening. I could feel his teeth on my nipples, reminding me of what a slut I'd become for his family. Although the position was awkward, Inder was dead set on fucking me while I breastfed his son. It was a debauched and perverted feeling that we both seemed to crave at that moment. I shuddered with my climax after only a few minutes."

"I wondered if Inder would fuck me in the same way on our marital bed while I breastfed our baby. Would our son know that his mother is having earth-shattering orgasms and that the source of them is not his father but his favorite uncle? Is it natural for Inder to make love to me while our child sleeps next to me?" she inquired.

Her hand caressed my bulge. She reached inside of my pajamas, grabbed my testicles, and squeezed them. Preet was sexually ecstatic. She kissed me and offered me her tongue to suck.

"What's the use of these?" she asked, viciously squeezing my testicles.

"When we have three real men ready to please and breed your wife? Perhaps you should get a vasectomy. Let us reserve our master bedroom for real men. I'm not sure my body would accept your feeble seed anymore."

It was the first time Preet's humiliation had been so intense, but I knew it was all a ruse, and perhaps she had pressed the wrong button. But felt this future was staring me down. Inder had requested that we host Inder's father during his visits, and it now seemed likely. He'll undoubtedly sleep in our master bedroom with Preet. And when he's not there, it'll be Inder. I wasn't sure about Adarsh yet, but I knew if, given the chance, he'd mount his favorite aunt without hesitation.

It wasn't much different from what I'd always fantasized, but reality is a lot bitter than fantasy, and I was tasting some of it. I assumed Preet wanted us to go on that anniversary trip and make plans for the future. It was more of me agreeing with her plan, which, while similar to mine, seemed more challenging.

"'Preet, I have never met a more desirable woman than you,' he murmured between long, languid strokes. 'My Italian married friend couldn't even enjoy herself because she was afraid of being caught. But you don't seem to care,' he pointed out. I was enthused by the pleasurable sensations, and the gentle suckling of my tit combined with his son's occasional nibbling was just the right combination to keep me on edge. I was too engrossed in those pleasant sensations to respond to him. His long strokes were intense, and each time he thrust forward, my body moved, and the nipple may have moved slightly, forcing the poor boy to find it again, but he kept sucking nonstop."

"Inder, despite his flamboyance, arrogance, and wealth, had a strong back. He reminded me of people who were used to doing hard labor and thus maintained their youth until old age. I worked hard to lift my leg and give him access. It wasn't easy, but we didn't appear to want to take it easy. As he toiled, so did I, and I soon realized that Anju could never have done such things. She was neither physically nor psychologically prepared to accept such a depraved, animalistic act."

"The bedroom door was not locked, and anyone could have caught us in the act. It wouldn't have mattered because I knew you wouldn't have the balls to stop him, and I had already accepted my fate. Maybe I wanted you to walk in and find out what a slut you'd married. Perhaps there would have been no need to explain anything at all. You could have seen it and discovered where you are falling short and how members of your family are handling your responsibilities."

Preet was certainly in an acrimonious mood. Perhaps we had reached a point where we simply couldn't deal with niceties. Some harsh realities had to be understood and accepted.

"'We all do what comes naturally to us,' I replied as he nudged me. 'This world would be such a beautiful place if everyone on the planet understood their role and played it honestly.'"

"The remark surprised him, and he backed away. I got up and went to lock the door. He followed me, and we kissed at the door. I was incensed with lust and had locked the door to feel completely uninhibited, so it was an intense and passionate kiss. 'What are you afraid of?' he asked, his baritone garrulous as usual. 'Nothing,' I quipped. 'Then why did you lock the door?' he inquired. 'There is no reason for others to take pleasure in this. With the locked door, they can guess what's going on inside, but they'll have to use their imaginations to enjoy it,' I explained."

"We kissed for a few more minutes before he asked, 'You are still an enigma to me. Sometimes I don't understand you.' I gave him a long kiss and fondled his large penis before answering. 'Nature has bestowed upon me this beauty and youth to please men. You could have consummated our marriage for Manni if you had been persistent in your approach. And maybe you could have fathered our son.' 'I wish I had been more persistent,' he grumbled. 'You can't outdo your own father, no matter how hard you try,' I told myself."

"'I'm not sure about your Italian girlfriend, but you were direct with me and did it openly in front of Manni,' I explained. 'What exactly do you mean?' he inquired. 'I mean, you made it clear what your intentions were when we were in public. Like touching me and communicating your intentions while many people were present. Even at the pub, despite the crowd, you were direct and didn't hesitate. Maybe some people saw you, and maybe Manni saw it. I'm not sure, but I know you didn't care,' I explained. 'Perhaps you're saying something important, but I'm not sure I'm getting it all, or even correctly?' he inquired."

"What I mean is that once you took me in your arms and boldly seduced me in front of everyone at the pub, there was no turning back. 'You were staking your claim, and it was up to my husband to stop it,' I explained. 'What you're doing now is exactly the same,' I went on. 'I shut the door so no one could see us in these acts; not because I'm afraid of them, but because it's none of their business.' 'Wow, you've got me, Preet,' he exclaimed. 'You seem completely convinced of Manni's cuckold tendencies now, don't you?' he remarked. 'Don't underestimate women, Inder,' I retorted."

"At that point, the baby cried, and I went to comfort him. 'Your son, like you, is voracious,' I said, as I picked him up and began feeding him again. Inder was prepared and didn't want to waste time, so he pulled me on all fours. As Inder took his place behind me, I continued to breastfeed his child. It felt so humiliating to feed his son while he fucked me again from behind. Inder knew no bounds now. It was as if he felt offended when I questioned his judgment and wanted to put me in his position to remind me of his superiority over me. Inder had all the freedom in the world and began stroking me furiously. I shivered with orgasm for the next 10 minutes before he ejaculated inside of me. And did he flood me again? I had no idea where that pent-up hunger had come from, but he had completely hosed me. We both perfectly timed it and climaxed together."

"His son was finally satisfied and fast asleep as we finished our session. 'This will influence the child's psyche,' I muttered. I zipped up my kameez and turned to face him. I knew he would say something outrageous because of his inflated ego and self-centered aura. 'He, too, will become a fucker like his father,' he said calmly. 'Don't be surprised if he tries to mount you when he is old enough.' It was such a perverted thought, and while I would like to say I was disgusted, I actually felt the same wetness between my legs. I freshened up and joined you in the TV room.

"Oh my gosh," I exclaimed.

"So you had a lot of suspicions about my cuckold tendencies before I even confessed?"

Preet smiled and let that sink in.

"Nothing happened between you and Adarsh?" I finally inquired.

"Do you not wish?" She inquired, her tongue seductively rolling in her mouth. "Aren't you ashamed to think of him with me?"

She knew I wanted her to experience as many men as possible. Preet had an odd dislike for Adarsh, Inder's son. He was much darker and shorter than Inder, taking after his mother. Inder's first marriage failed for a variety of reasons, one of which was that he disliked her. She was much shorter—about 5' 1"—as well as noticeably darker. This could explain Inder's interest in other white women. At 5' 7", Adarsh was skinny and short, similar to our next-door neighbor's son. However, Adarsh was a spoiled brat who didn't think twice about getting into mischief of any kind.

"Anju caught up with me and led me into the bedroom. 'Did you forget something?' she inquired, pointing to the wet patch on the bed. I covered my mouth, realizing that in my haste, I had completely forgotten and that anyone could have noticed. We both changed the sheets on the bed. 'He cums a lot more for you,' she said. I blushed as I tucked in the bedsheet. 'Doesn't he stroke you forever?' she asked. I nodded and then hid my flushed red face. 'You know, nowadays it's just a courtesy fuck with me. He climbs on top of me and gives me 10 minutes of fucking. By the end, I'm pleading with him to stop,' she explained. 'I wish I was as beautiful as you,' she added. It was strange to hear her predicament. She was married to a strong, virile man, but was still not content with her sex life. If he couldn't please her, she had her father-in-law, who was just as much of a man as he could be and could show her heaven."

"'Have your periods begun yet?' she inquired. I shrugged. 'These bastards are good at knocking up women. Please begin taking a pill as soon as your periods begin,' she instructed. She was speaking, but I just grinned and tucked the sheet in. 'Don't think he'll need your attention tonight,' she said, looking at her younger child. 'But Adarsh might.' 'Don't think he'd need it either,' I said as I turned around and looked out the window, seeing Adarsh leaving with his friends. She saw that, and, noticing my zipper on the shalwar, she asked, 'Do you have a zipper there too? How kinky?' 'It's Nupur, my best friend. She pulled a prank on me. I didn't think anyone would notice,' I implored. She giggled and then suddenly asked, 'Can you go to the garage and get juice bottles from the refrigerator?' It came out of nowhere, but I said, 'Sure.' 'Now, please,' she urged."

"I stepped outside and noticed Anju following me but not looking at me. I paused for a moment before turning away from the living room and toward the garage. When the garage door opened, I stepped into it and grabbed the bottles from the refrigerator. Anju put a finger to her lips and pointed to the garage door. I didn't understand what she meant until Inder's business partner walked in. I froze and pretended to reach into the refrigerator. 'He isn't in my father-in-law's league, but he's still an important man,' she texted. Please comply. I'll take care of things here. I was fuming inside, seeing how shamelessly she was whoring me out. But my body had no qualms as the familiar wetness returned only 15 minutes after Inder ejaculated inside me."

"He came up to me and rubbed his groin against my buttocks. I was taken aback by his cockiness, but quickly turned around. He was drunk and pushed me against the wall while groping me. 'I had no idea Inder had such a beautiful and young mistress,' he exhaled as he nuzzled my neck. As he pushed against me, I could smell alcohol on his hot breath and his pungent body odor. I tried to push him away, but he was too strong for me and squeezed my breasts, causing them to leak. He was completely unaware of it. 'Please...' I urged. 'You're misreading everything.''Oh. Please. I can smell a slut a mile away,' he grumbled as he attempted to kiss me. I continued to push him back, avoiding his lips. 'Mr. I'm going to scream if you don't stop,' I warned him. His hand moved to massage my crotch. 'You could have screamed already if you wanted to,' he said between ragged breaths 'What the hell is this? You've got a zipper? Did your husband forget to put a lock?' He unzipped it in a flash and pushed his hand inside before I could say anything or complain. His fingers were inside my pussy in a split second after easily pushing the pantie aside. 'Uh...' I gasped as his fingers began to seesaw through my pussy. It was all very slick thanks to Inder's sperm and my lubrication, and he clearly understood that I was eager to mate with him. I was shaken by the suddenness of his move, but there didn't seem to be any point in resisting."

"His one hand was firm on my breast, while his other was slowly see-sawing through my slick pussy. My lips trembled as I realized I was completely naked in front of him. 'What a slut? You're lubricating in anticipation,' he said. I shuddered, and more juice spilled, and he was now laughing. 'You're ready to take a horse,' he muttered. 'It's not safe here,' I finally told him. Despite his inebriation, the man led me to the third car garage. Behind a few storage cabinets, there was a secluded area. He pushed me back against the wall and latched onto my lips. Kissing a complete stranger felt strange, but it just happened. He was possessed by lust and continued to kiss me and push his fingers deeper into my pussy. One of his hands had a vice-like grip on my breast. My breasts were both leaking milk, and my chest was completely soaked, but it didn't seem to matter."

"'Fuck, you are one hell of a woman to be in such good shape just four months after giving birth,' he whispered. 'You are so beautiful,' he muttered as he kissed me. I let him maul me. There was something about him; he knew how to fuck a woman with his finger, and his strokes were so perfect and swift that it increased to an amazing crescendo before I could react. 'Uh...' I exhaled as he worked his charm. 'You're practically squirting,' he said, feeling my juices. I wiped his hand with my scarf, embarrassed that I had lost complete control in front of him.

"He wrapped his arms around me and pulled my face toward him for a kiss, and I leaned forward and offered him my lips. After a few minutes of kissing, he pushed his penis into my pussy. He was of average size, so he fit in without difficulty. I bowed my knees and let him fully penetrate. The man was full of energy and pumped with furious strokes. He even lifted me out of my position occasionally. It was an interesting position that I had never experienced before, and it was a welcome change. It didn't take long for both of us to reach a climax; maybe 4 minutes—and he ejaculated inside of me. My own whimpers surprised me with their intensity. It wasn't his size, but the novelty that added to my enjoyment. 'Thank you,' he said to me as we dressed. I nodded and moved away from him, embarrassed by my loss of control. We both had a great time and were sweating profusely at the end. We quickly cleaned up and entered the house."

"Really, Preet? You were such a slut. Much more than I could have hoped for. Fucking a complete stranger in Inder's garage?" I blurted out.

"There is always a first," she explained. "A lot of it happened spontaneously, and I didn't plan any of it, but even if you had known, I'm sure you wouldn't have stopped it."

"It was the first time I had sex with two men in a row. Inder had ejaculated only 20 minutes before Inder's partner mounted me. I used to think I could entertain another man right after sex, but I wasn't sure. I was pleased with his performance and the enjoyment I received. I was soaking up the after-sex euphoria. Anju had already set the table and was preparing the dishes when I arrived. 'Did you enjoy it?' she asked with a mischievous smile on her face. I blushed and ignored her question, focusing instead on getting the dishes ready. Inder and his partner's sperm were both soiling my pantie. I was filthy from all the sweat and sperm on my body. I even feared someone would notice, but there was no time to change or freshen up."

"You and Inder were drunk and continued your usual banter throughout the meal. Inder's business partner, who drank very little, was in control. I took care of our son and put him to sleep after feeding him. Anju was taking out the dishes when I joined her. 'Few could do that,' she muttered. 'Handling two in a row. I'm sure you could have handled a few more.'

"She continued her chit-chat while I concentrated on the task at hand. You guys kept drinking and sat outside while we prepared the food. 'Does Manni suit you, Preet?' she inquired. I tried not to answer but still said, 'Yes.' She went around in circles, asking me mundane questions and interspersing them with comments about my sexuality, possibly getting on my nerves. I decided that for once, I should express my feelings to her."

"'When I married Manni, my mother gave me a simple piece of advice,' I began. 'Your happiness is intertwined with your husband's happiness. The stomach is where men's happiness starts, and the penis is where it ends. That's your (cricket) pitch, and everything happens right there,' she explained. 'Very true,' Anju chuckled. 'Our parents are wise people. I wish we could pay more attention to them,' I went on. 'She said a good wife is one who does all the housework, cooks sumptuous meals for her family, and seduces her husband at night to relieve his stress.' Anju listened intently. 'Whether you are upset, angry, or sad, it should not prevent you from carrying out your responsibilities. Remember, what you have between your legs is what will keep your family together one day.'"

"'Interesting. I wish my mother had given me such advice,' she reflected. 'What matters, Anju, is whether you follow that advice,' I retorted. 'With all of our wealth and money, we think we know a lot and dismiss all the wisdom passed down from generation to generation. My mother is a gentle and reserved woman. She does not say much. So her words are still echoing in my head, and I am perhaps doing what she taught me.' Anju frowned and responded quickly, 'By fucking men other than your husband?' I knew it would happen eventually, so I had to set the record straight."

"'Inder's intentions were never good, and he made that clear from the beginning. He grabbed my ass several times when he had the chance. I kept quiet because he was Manni's family and kept as far away from him as possible. I realized he, like his father, was taking what he thought was his. However, after that debauched episode with Inder's father, I resolved not to let my body decide for me. And then you found out about the dildo and that pantie, and I was embarrassed and couldn't refuse any favor you asked of me. Inder amended his behavior and started his slow seduction. I remember making my decision at the pub,' I explained. 'Wait, when did this happen?' she inquired. 'Perhaps in my fifth or sixth month of pregnancy. I hadn't been to a pub in a long time. I had no intention of going, but something my mother told me that day changed my mind.' 'What?' We had to disengage and tend to our chores because you needed more snacks. After about ten minutes, we were alone. She inquired once more. 'Inder and Inder's father wanted to bed me,' I explained. 'If I had made a scene, it might have caused a rift in the family. Manni has a much stronger bond with Inder than he does with his uncle and aunt, so I didn't think it was wise to open my mouth,' I said. 'So you opened your pussy instead? Is that it?' she asked, smiling. I was flushed. 'However, it was my mother's last piece of advice that convinced me.' Anju was having trouble understanding what I was saying, so I said it again, 'Remember, what you have between your legs will one day keep your family together.' Anju took a moment to understand, but she did."

"We began serving dinner once the food was ready. As I served food, Inder's partner was constantly checking me. Despite being Brahmins, they cooked and ate non-vegetarian food. She gave me a large bowl of oysters, which neither of us had ever tried before. 'Put it in front of Inder,' she said in a hushed tone. 'This helps him make babies!' My face flushed once more, and I set the plate down. Inder grabbed my butt, as usual; fortunately, no one noticed. Because both you and Inder were inebriated, the dinner was rather light. Only Inder's partner appeared to be in his senses and he was fucking me with his eyes. Although I had cleaned up my pussy, it was still leaking Inder's and his partner's sperm. I shuddered and thanked God that my periods hadn't started yet as they both devoured the oysters."

"Dinner helped you and Inder take a breather, but you were both done for the day. We cleaned up the table, and Inder's partner escorted you and Inder to your rooms. 'It was too much fun for one night, Bhabhiji. I'm going to call it a night,' he said. 'I can drop Manni and Preet off at home,' he said. Anju averted her gaze, looked at me, and smiled cheekily. It was clear what he seemed to think. 'No, they should stay here tonight,' she said. 'Preet, let me take care of this. Could you please walk him out?' She smiled mischievously at me once more."

"As I escorted Inder's partner away, I learned about him; he, too, was a Hindu from North India. He apologized for his earlier rude behavior. 'I was very drunk and alone,' he said. 'You made me think of my wife when she was younger,' he begged. 'It's alright. You are a mature person, and you may understand that such blunders can be costly for a married woman,' I said. He appeared to be attracted to me and was leaning forward to kiss me again before pushing me against the wall and kissing me. I kissed him back, and we kissed for a few moments before I warned him it wasn't safe."

"We returned from the main entrance and entered the garage. We crept back to the same secluded spot where he had fucked me only a few hours before. He took me into his arms like a man there. He was an inch shorter than me but built like a tank; no wonder his thrusts were so powerful, knocking me off my feet with each thrust. I melted into his arms and passionately kissed him. 'We can't do this again,' I said as I broke the kiss, and his hunger knew no bounds. We had a passionate kiss, and then I knelt in front of him and extracted his penis. It was possibly your size, but significantly thicker. It reeked of semen, but I didn't care and took it in my mouth. He leaned back and moaned, as if in heaven. He clearly missed female company and appreciated what I was doing for him. After a few moments, he grabbed my hair and began slowly seesawing through my mouth. I let him do it a few times but had to stop because I had just finished dinner. He, too, realized this and picked me up, fucking me in the same position. As he pumped me, he even lifted me and pushed me against the wall. He was built like a tank and had a strong back to lift and pump me vigorously. Because my pussy had returned to its normal shape, I felt him a lot more this time, and I enjoyed it even more. He unloaded inside me after 5 minutes of furious pumping. I quickly knelt in front of him and cleaned his penis with my mouth. He was grateful and slipped out quietly."

"Wait, a minute. Was it his second time?

"You had sex three times in two hours?" I blurted out. I was obviously in disbelief.

"You never told me you'd been with so many men?" I expressed my displeasure.

"Yes, I did. I told you I'd tried on four different penises. You laughed it off," she shot back.

"So it was Abhi, Inder's father, Inder, and myself," I murmured to myself. I recall talking about it, but it appears to have been after this visit, but I could be wrong. I wanted her to be a whore for other men, and other men had read my mind and were already exploiting her. This was shortly after our anniversary, and I had persuaded Preet to spread her legs for other men by then.

"I was gone for about ten minutes, but I could feel the intensity of the episodes, and all of my muscles ached slightly. Anju courted me downstairs and kissed me as soon as I walked in the door. It surprised me, but I went along with it and gave her a taste of Inder's business partner's sperm from my mouth. I was learning more and more about her with each passing moment. Perhaps even Inder was unaware of her kinky side. We went into the living room and laughed about it. 'When are you going to feed this to your husband?' she inquired. 'What?' Her audacity astounded me. 'Not his, but Inder's, and possibly Inder's father's?' she clarified. She mocked me as I frowned. 'Oh, I know their types. They are eager to devour their wife's used pussies.' I ignored it and said nothing."

"Anju appears to have already labeled me as a cuckold. No wonder she tried nothing with me despite being so close to me and having feelings for me," I muttered. Preet laughed. "That is not the case. Of course she could have. I just don't think you would have picked up on her cues. Nobody extends an open invitation. Take the initiative and be bold. Because you are considerate, you never correctly interpret these signals."

"'Now pay attention,' she said. 'Your husband is definitely knocked out, as is Inder. It's Adarsh's 18th birthday, and I wanted to make it a special occasion for him. Why don't you throw him a private birthday party when he gets home tonight?' Hearing her request shocked me, and I immediately responded, 'No way. It's enough excitement for one night. Are you insane?'"

"'Stop acting up, Preet. We all know you're a slut. And don't think your husband isn't aware of it. He's probably tasted stale pies and suspected it already. Perhaps he is a true cuckold after all. Why don't you find out? Perhaps you could feed him the freshest pies from your pussy?' Anju already knew so much about me I didn't know how to say no to her. 'Preet, you let Inder's father take you on the train on your wedding night. You are a whore, a slut, and every male member of this family will eventually mount you. This is the social service you are providing to our community,' she said as she groped my breast."

"'This isn't right, Anju,' I pleaded. 'It all happened. I had no plans to betray Manni.' 'Of course, honey,' she retorted. 'Such things happen, but if your husband continues to turn a blind eye to it, then he must want this.' She led me upstairs to a guest bedroom and showed me the dress she wanted me to wear. It was a tight cotton t-shirt and a smallish matching skirt made for her. 'How is this going to fit? How about underwear?' I grumbled. 'Why do you need underwear?' she seethed, pulling me back into embrace and pulling my face down to kiss. 'You're his prom date,' she said quietly. She rubbed my crotch. 'I'm sure you're already wet from hearing about it.' Before I could say anything, she had undone the knot in my shalwar and pushed me back onto the bed. 'No, Anju. Please,' I begged, but she ignored me and dove into my filthy pussy, licking it out. 'This is a mess, but what a tight pussy you have,' she murmured as she pushed her tongue inside. It wasn't the first time she'd done it. She licked it delicately, licking all the dried semen. She then focused her attention on my clitoris and gave it a nice tongue job. After a few minutes, she said, 'I'd like to try Adarsh's creampie.'"

"What a debauched family." I added. "They're just perverts," Preet said, rolling her eyes. "The debauched one is your wife."

"'Get ready; he'll be here in half an hour.' She patted my butt as I staggered towards the restroom. She'd arranged everything on the sink: toothpaste, brush, mouthwash, shampoo, soap, and a few other cosmetics. 'Don't close the door,' she advised. 'I will assist you.' She jumped into the tub and bathed me. It embarrassed me to be naked in front of her, but my body was attractive compared to hers, so all of that quickly turned into pride. She examined my body as she lathered it in soap. 'You are a Hoor (maiden) of Janat (heaven),' she hissed. She admired my milky white complexion and my slender waist, which had a few stretch marks and a nice, shapely ass. She stroked my plump, shapely breasts and brushed her thumb against my nipples. 'These are still teeny. You will need to have 2-3 more children before they reach their normal size.' She meticulously cleaned my genitals, lathering and scrubbing them with care. Similarly, she paid special attention to my anus and made certain it was clean. 'These men like back entrances,' she said quietly. I smiled, fully aware that Inder had stolen my anal virginity."

"After that, I washed myself and stepped outside. She took a towel and wrapped it around me. She was captivated by my beauty. 'Manni is lucky to have you,' she said proudly as she looked at me. 'You know what I owe you an apology,' she said unexpectedly, which surprised me. 'Why?' 'You considered me family, and I sent you to Inder's partner like a common whore. That was wrong of me. Please forgive me,' she said as she looked down. Looking at her, I could tell she wasn't faking it and that she regretted it. I embraced her. 'It's ok.' 'Thank you,' she breathed as she drew me into her embrace. It was a sensitive moment that moved me. I never expected Anju, the self-assured woman, to apologize to anyone."

"'But that doesn't mean I don't want you to be a slut for the men in this house,' she explained. We both laughed. Then she did something shameless. She knelt in front of me and asked me to place my leg on the tub while she examined my pussy. 'It's no surprise they're obsessed with it. It's tight and still tiny for a woman who has just given birth,' she remarked. She turned me around, spread my ass cheeks, and examined my anus. She even stuck her nose up the crack to smell it. 'This hasn't been used much either. Adarsh will see that this is also put to use.' It was an odd ordeal. I wasn't sure what to think of it. Was she preparing me in the same way she would have if she had the courage to take her stepson? There was undeniable sexual chemistry between the two."

"'You are a Menaka: a maiden from heaven,' she said as she handed me the skirt and then the top. This was her second time saying it, though in different ways. Despite the fact that I was naked in front of her, I was more aroused and not embarrassed. It increased my self-esteem and, to a large extent, my ego. Another woman was staring at my body, wishing it belonged to her and that instead of me, she had become her stepson's sex toy. The skirt was longer than she expected, but it still reached my knees. The t-shirt was one-of-a-kind. It was her size, but the cloth was quite flexible, and it snugly held my melons, making them stand out and revealing my tiny nipples that protruded from that thin, elastic material. My nipples, she said, barely made an impression, so I could wear it without being noticed. My breasts were protruding rather obscenely, and I complained to her about it. 'You are not at home, so it would not appear unusual,' she explained. She gave me a matching jacket to go with it. It wasn't enough to hide my charms, but it kept me from advertising myself as a complete slut."

Hearing her recount the incident made my rod stiff as a rock. I'd heard about Inder's incident before, so it didn't bother me as much. Preet appeared to have had a great time because he fucked her on Anju's marital bed while she was nursing Anju's child. I was surprised by the session with Inder's partner because I didn't think she'd be comfortable with a stranger, but I was proven wrong. However, once Preet is worked up, it makes little difference who the other man is. She'd enjoy it as long as he fucked the living daylights out of her and treated her like the whore that she is. Nonetheless, I lamented the fact that so much happened behind my back.

"How did I miss all of this, Preet?" I inquired.

Preet caught my attention in the dim light of the bedside lamp. She kissed me on the lips tenderly. "Perhaps we should have that discussion. But I doubt your bunty would be pleased if I skipped the rest of the story."

She massaged my bulge and squeezed my testicles once more. "Does it excite you to think of your wife as Adarsh's prom date?"

I nodded nervously as I felt our neighbor's boy's pain at the open-air theater. Preet was a strong woman, and she appears to have discovered her true self through all of those liberating sexual experiences. She wasn't the demure, obedient housewife I remembered.

"Do you realize what happens when such a mature woman goes as a prom date?"

"It ends up with an entire night of sex," she said sensually.

She reclined and let go of my balls. I was relieved. I suppose there comes a point in such a transformation when the cuckold fears the very monster he unleashed. Maybe it was that time for me. I wanted her to be sexually liberated and not feel repressed, as she had been previously during our marriage. But I was afraid that things were getting out of hand. Everyone told me to "Be Careful What You Wish For" in every online forum where I searched for advice on how to make your wife a slut. The significance of that advice was dawning on me.

"It was around 12:40 when Anju went upstairs, leaving me to entertain her stepson. She appeared to have feelings for him and planned to sample him in the future. Although I had already had an exciting night, I was looking forward to what fate had in store for me. This family appears to have turned me into a complete slut and will ensure that my youth is not wasted. I didn't want to look like a slut, so I wore my panties to avoid sending him the wrong message."

"He arrived shortly before 1:00 a.m. I opened the door for him and let him in. 'Where have the others gone?' he inquired. I detected alcohol on his breath. 'Did you drink?' I inquired. He covered his mouth to conceal it, but when he realized we were alone, he laughed it off. 'Oh, did I miss the birthday festivities?' he exclaimed, seeing the small, individual-sized chocolate cake with a candle. 'You're not allowed to drink for another three years,' I grumbled. By placing his hand on my waist, he confidently breached the space between us and led me into the kitchen. 'It's strange that I am legally allowed to have sex but not drink alcohol,' he said quietly."

"I was struck by how confidently he spoke to me. I could see Inder's macho spirit and charming way of seducing women. It was also the first time I noticed him and saw more than a boy in him. He and Inder weren't particularly attractive. Inder's father was perhaps the most attractive of them all, but that didn't stop them from exuding the swagger and flair of an alpha male. 'Is that my mother's dress?' he asked, soaking in my sexy dress. 'You look great in it.' I blushed."

"He possessed the audacity of his grandfather and, possibly, the charm of his father. He wasn't particularly attractive to me, and he wasn't particularly tall—perhaps an inch shorter than me—but he was still growing. However, I had an aversion to him, possibly because his inflated ego seemed out-of-place given his age."

Preet never really liked him, but she wasn't too concerned with appearances. She was drawn to the men's confident demeanor and aura.

"'If you're not tired, Preet Bhabhi, maybe we can have a private birthday party,' he suggested. 'No, I need to look after my baby,' I begged. 'Then why don't you bring him here? In this dress, it's simple to feed him.' That cheeky bastard was now attempting to woo me. I realized there was no way I could leave without cutting the cake. I moved closer to the table, ignoring his remark. The entire downstairs floor was empty except for you sleeping in your bedroom. It was quiet, and I knew it was the right time. 'OK, a few more minutes won't hurt,' I quipped."

"As he stared at my drooping breasts on the cake, I set up the two candles. 'It's bad manners to stare,' I said, not looking at him. He gulped his saliva and nearly choked as he saw his gift wrapped in his stepmother's delicate dress. I smiled and bent down again, this time giving him a much better view of my dangling breasts and cleavage. I took my time, carefully positioning the cake on the table and lighting the candles. My pussy flared up once more in anticipation as I felt his eyes on my body."

"'This should be a proud moment for you,' I said as I beckoned him to my side. 'You've matured into a man. Make a wish and blow out the candles.' He moved his gaze to me. 'Shall I?' 'Of course, go ahead. You are now a man. There is no need to request permission.' By closing his eyes, he made a wish. He probably wished I'd become his slut. He blew out the candles slowly, leaning forward. As his hand encircled me and massaged my bare arm, I sang the song for him. 'Can I have a proper hug now?' he asked. Without giving me a chance, he gently drew me around, and I nearly fell into his arms. My sexual anxiety had taken hold of me, and before I knew it, he had pulled me in and we were in an embrace. It was gentle, friendly, and pleasant at first, but then I felt him push him further until my breasts were crushed against his chest. His lips touched my neck, and I could feel his hot breath on my neck as his hands crept down and cupped my ass. 'What are you doing, Adarsh?' I inquired politely. 'Come on, Preet Bhabhi,' he exhaled, taking it as a sign of acceptance. 'God has just granted my request. Who else can teach me what it means to be a man better than you?' Before I could react, he had firmly gripped me, squeezed my buttocks, and kissed my neck. I only hesitated for a second before pushing him away. 'Shut up, Adarsh.' I arranged my dress, flustered, but saw he had no intention of backing out."

My penis was literally pointing to the ceiling, and Preet knew that of all the stories, this was the one that had me the most worked up.

"You pervert," she said, laughing. "Are you thrilled at the prospect of a boy half your age taking your wife?"

"Can you tell me what excites you the most?" She turned to face me and inquired. "That a man twice your age takes your wife's virginity, or that his grandson celebrates his 18th birthday with her?"

"I'm not sure," I admitted. "However, I'm completely humiliated that such a young boy is so expertly seducing you."

She smiled and resumed her story.

"'Come on, Preet Bhabhi,' he urged as he took my hand in his. 'I can kiss better than Puneet.'"

Puneet was our next-door neighbor's son, with whom she had played at the open-air movie theater.

"'You are such a brat,' I chastised. 'Did he also say he got a good slap?' He was taken aback and realized our neighbor's son may just be bragging. Maybe nothing he said was true. 'Find someone your age,' she added. 'But, Bhabhi, at least teach me how to kiss properly,' he begged. 'You take me for a fool?' I grabbed his ear and twisted it painfully. 'Do you want me to call your mother?' The audacious one did not back down and responded, 'Perhaps my stepmother will teach me then?' 'Shut up, Adarsh,' I said. 'Let's talk about it later. Maybe I can give you some pointers on how to woo a woman.'"

"When we heard our baby cry, I dashed to our room. It was strange that nothing came of it, but at least he got to hug me and feel my breasts and buttocks, I reasoned. Our little one only needed some comfort, and he fell asleep again after a few minutes. Inside, I debated whether I should go outside, but if I did, it would be obvious that I was up for it. I lay next to you on the bed, thinking about it. It was already late, so it only took a few minutes for me to fall asleep. I was sexually excited, but it was late and I had had enough excitement for one evening, so I fell asleep quickly. Even though my mind was exhausted, my body still craved attention, and I could feel the familiar itch between my legs. Lost in my pleasurable dreams, I suddenly realized it wasn't a dream after all. It took a while for me to realize who was fondling me, and it wasn't you."

"'Adarsh? Leave now. What exactly are you doing here?' I was fuming. He was lying next to me in the narrow space by the bed's edge. I moved away from him, but this gave him even more space, and he was now resting even more comfortably on the bed. His hand was just below my breasts, across my midriff. 'Come on, Preet Bhabhi,' he said as he moved closer to me. 'Manni Bhaiya is stoned. He will not wake up.' His face was about a foot away from mine, but I wasn't looking at him. I was right next to you and called out for you. I even nudged you to get you to wake up. I expected Adarsh to be terrified and flee the room immediately, but he was a tough nut who didn't seem to mind. Or maybe he was quite certain you wouldn't wake up."

"When I realized you were stoned, I asked, 'What do you want?' He pretended not to hear and moved in when I pushed him away and moved closer to him. It was safer to keep a safe distance from you if this had to happen. 'I thought you were going to teach me those tricks,' he begged. His lips were mere inches away from mine. I could smell his hot, alcoholic breath, and I was certain he could smell mine. 'You're going to get me in trouble,' I said, pushing him away. But that jerk didn't even move. I tried again and again in vain to wake you up. 'Let's go out and talk,' I said, renouncing to fate. That guy was brave. 'This is fine, Bhabhi,' he said as he lifted himself and wrapped his arms around me. His chest pressed against my breasts, and his lips were inches above mine. I became acquainted with his breath and body odor. He had completely fucked my mind with his audacity. 'What are you doing?' I asked quietly. 'I can't see your beautiful face, but at least I can feel your breath,' he replied. I blushed and turned away from him for a few moments. He had me completely under his control now. I wanted him to romance me and make slow love to me. He was certainly showing his alpha status by courting me while you slept right next to me. I was glad I wore the pants because my pussy was constantly leaking juices."

"'First and foremost,' I began. 'Women value trust and seek it from men who court them. What happens between you and them should never be revealed to others. Boasting in front of other men shows you are not a man. Do you understand?' He lifted his leg slowly and placed it across my stomach. 'Yes, Bhabhi,' he said, his hot breath hitting me. 'You can rely on me. Nobody would know anything.' 'I know. You're a naughty bugger, aren't you?' I mentioned hitting him on the back. 'Women enjoy sex far more than you think. However, sex is a slow and deliberate process for them. Foreplay is an important part of sex and is frequently more important than actual intercourse. And they enjoy the prospect of being pursued. When you seduce a woman, you are essentially telling her she is sexy and highly desirable.'"

"'Preet Bhabhi, you are the hottest woman I have ever met,' he exclaimed. I've been having wet dreams about you since you moved to the United States. I wish you'd married my father and settled down here. Preet Bhabhi, believe me, I would have raped you all night. 'At the very least one of my siblings would have been mine,' he explained. I recall considering that possibility. Given Inder's affluence and wealth, my parents would not have hesitated to give him my hand in marriage. Anju had been married for 7 years, so I would have been 19 years old, which doesn't seem impossible. If I had gotten married at that time, I might have had three or four kids by now, and all the men would have kept breeding me nonstop. It was a depraved feeling, but my body wished it were true. Being bred by three generations of this family had completely fucked my mind."

"'Oh Bhabhi,' he breathed, kissing my lips. He gently kissed my cheeks. 'This body is made only for licking, sucking, and fucking. If you had lived under this roof, you would have been pregnant and nursing a child all the time.' His lips brushed against mine, and his tongue traced my lips. I was getting to know him as a man. Was I really in charge of the situation, or was I just a puppet? I pursed my lips and opened my mouth to accept his tongue. He kissed me softly, closing my lips with his. Our tongues did a slow dance as our breaths swirled around and became one. There was no longer any pretense. His maturity and the confidence with which he was making out with me astounded me. I remember how excited you were the first time we met and how quickly you spilled your stuff. I thanked Anju for making me wear that dress as he pushed his hands under my top. He stroked my shapely breasts and played with my nipples, taking them in between his thumb and index finger to make them pop out."

"'Your breath is so clean, and your lips are so delicious,' he said as he kissed me. I encouraged him by kissing him delicately and showing the same passion and hunger he had for me. He was a fantastic kisser with plenty of experience. I didn't want to let him down and wanted to prove that I was as hot as I appeared. Our foreplay lasted a long time because he didn't appear to be in a hurry. He was completely at ease. We must have kissed for at least ten minutes, and he must have been in bed with me for at least fifteen minutes."

"When I was fully worked up, he pushed his hands to my crotch and rubbed it. I stopped him and asked, 'What are you doing?' 'Come on, Preet Bhabhi, I know you're as eager as I am.' 'No, Adarsh,' I replied. 'It's one thing to make out, but actual sex?' He ignored me and continued to fondle my breasts beneath my t-shirt. 'Your nipples are still quite tiny,' he said as he tugged on my nipple. ' I assumed breastfeeding caused them to protrude.' I seethed and pulled up my t-shirt, exposing my breasts. 'Did you want me to be your stepmother?' I steered his face towards my breast. He rubbed his face all over my breasts and kissed them softly. I was lost in the land of lust and didn't see the point in settling for half-measures. His soft stubble tickled and rubbed against my breasts, and as a stepmother, I realized my boy was growing into a man, and maybe I was just doing what nature would have wanted. He started sucking on my tit and draining my milk. The pleasurable sensations reminded me I was, in fact, a human cow for Inder's family. By this point, all of his children had tried my milk. He licked my areola sensually and flicked his tongue across my nipple from time to time, titillating it. After about 5 minutes, he began chewing on my nipples with his teeth. I slapped his back to dissuade him, but he only backed off for a moment before nibbling on it again. My pussy was flooded with lubricating juices and ready for this young stallion."

"I was in a hypnotic trance and completely under his control. He pushed his hand under my skirt, and I lifted my buttocks just enough to let him push it all up. His stubby fingers, just like his father's, were massaging my pussy. 'Honestly, Preet Bhabhi,' he said as he kissed me on the lips. 'You're just a slut.' His hand delicately massaged my pussy, hoping to elicit a reaction from me. As he did so, I noticed my pelvis involuntarily longing for his touch and lifting off as he took his hand away."

"There was no doubt I was a slut, but at that moment I realized what piqued my interest the most. It was the thought of an alpha male taking me in my bedroom while my husband and son slept nearby. Fucking me as if they didn't exist and not caring about getting caught. It was as if it were their right to breed me and my marital bed belonged to them."

"He delicately pushed aside the gusset and traced my flared lips. My tender vulva, which had taken a lot of beating that evening, yearned for his manly touch. The wetness and distinct sound of his fingers entering my wet, sloshy vagina told him I was fully prepared. 'Preet Bhabhi,' he said quietly. 'With that kind of lubrication, even a horse will have no trouble mating with you.'"

Preet could tell that this was wearing on me, and I was trying hard not to touch myself. She despised it because it ruined her mood, as I would ejaculate even before she reached the climax of her story. "You must desperately need relief, right honey?" she inquired. "But you don't deserve it. Just grin and bear it for the time being."

"It felt depraved to be fucked by such a young boy while sleeping next to my husband. His fingers gradually seesawed through my vaginal opening. He knew everything. Slowly, I felt him insert his middle finger and massage my G-spot. Are these bastards born with Brahma Gyan (Knowledge of everything)? I was thinking to myself. My pelvis was slowly undulating in sync with his fingering. There was no rush, no hurry, and complete assurance in what he was doing. When their grandfather's clock struck two, I realized a good hour had passed. It was 2:00 a.m. We had spent over 30 minutes on the bed indulging in foreplay."

"As I approached my impending orgasm, my pussy shivered. The gushing juices and sounds of wet farting from the see-sawing confirmed that I was on the verge of an orgasm. His fingers continued to massage my G-spot, and I shuddered as I approached my climax. I grabbed his hand and pushed it inside while lifting my buttocks. It was an intense experience that I am embarrassed to admit was provided by an 18-year-old boy."

"'That was intense,' I exclaimed as I wiped his hand with the bedsheet. 'Where did you learn that?' He just grinned and didn't say anything. 'Let's move to the living room,' I urged, but he remained steadfast. 'Manni bhaiya won't mind,' he remarked. 'Shut up. Where did you learn to speak that way?' I chastised him. 'Speaking the truth requires only courage,' he retorted. There was a moment of silence, and I convinced myself that there was no shame in being caught, and that he was well worth the risk. I drew him in and began kissing him passionately. I tried to grope his bulge and unbuckle his pants. I could tell he was a man by his large bulge. Yet I almost yelled when I finally felt his penis after pushing down his jeans and underwear with my feet. 'Holy fuck,' I exclaimed in awe as I grasped his schlong. It was the longest and thickest dick I'd ever held. It was slightly larger than Inder's or my imagination was playing tricks on me. It appeared to be a massive sausage against his slender frame. 'Do you like it?' he inquired. To say I was awestruck by that cock would be an understatement. 'Are you a donkey or a horse?' I blurted out. 'You tell me?' he jokingly inquired. I stroked it gently and caressed his balls; they were still a little small, but that was to be expected. In my raspy voice, I mumbled, 'Donkey.' I was giddy at the prospect of making love to his specimen. 'It's much larger than your body's dimensions,' I explained."

"With no encouragement, I slid under him and brought his schlong close to my lips. He was on all fours, and the long schlong on his frame felt completely out of frame. I grabbed it and rubbed the tip against my lips. His pre-cum had an intense, musky odor. I probed the opening with my tongue, and Adarsh let out a loud moan. We didn't care if you woke up or not. I sucked his knob and swirled my tongue around his head, probing his pee hole. 'Uh...' he groaned, showing that he was enjoying it. I stroked his buttocks and ran my fingers along his crack. I began sucking hungrily on Adarsh's dong, and as I applied pressure to his hips, he began lowering into my mouth. Because of my previous experience with such long and thick dicks, I could take it in my mouth slowly, continuing to apply slow sucking pressure on his knob. My middle finger finally nestled on his anus, and I massaged it slowly. Adarsh recognized the cue and began humping gently. He appeared to be cautious, which aided me because he was quite thick and I couldn't easily accommodate him. At some point, it breached the entrance of my throat, and Adarsh instinctively knew that this was the right depth for both of us. He kept breaching the entrance, then giving me a chance to recover before breaching it again. It went on for quite some time. I was getting tired and worried that we were putting too much at risk, so I disengaged and got up. Turning around, I pushed my tongue into his crack and licked it several times. Adarsh moaned, and I knew he liked it when I touched and licked him there. Besides, I know how much pleasure one gets because you never hesitate to rim me. I licked him for a few minutes before inviting him to mount me."

"I latched onto his lips and kissed him voraciously as he nestled between my legs. 'Are you excited to try the donkey's dick?' he asked between kisses. I chuckled and aligned his penis at the entrance, and he gave it a powerful push, pushing it almost halfway in as I groaned loudly. 'What happened? You could have mated with a horse, but not a donkey?' he asked, smirking. 'Idiot. When you consider the relative proportions of their body dimensions, a donkey is much larger,' I grumbled. I let out a loud grunt as he lurched forward and became completely lodged inside me. 'Oh, fuck,' I exclaimed. I bent my knees and drew him inside by pushing on his buttocks."

"My pussy muscles were squeezing his massive manhood, and I was sure he could feel the heat. I'd never felt so full before. He was long, thick, and rock-hard. His knob had pushed my cervix out of position. He started slowly, but his rhythmic rocking and squelching sounds made it clear that my pussy was thoroughly lubricated and that I was immensely enjoying myself. It only took a few minutes of his regular fucking for me to cling to him as I shuddered with my climax. 'You're enjoying it, aren't you?' he asked quietly. 'I'm having the time of my life,' I remarked as I caught my breath. 'Fuck me, Adarsh,' I said as I languidly kissed him. 'Make me your slut!' He began stroking and gradually increased his tempo. It was an incredible sensation to discover such a stiff and large thing seesawing through my pussy. After a few minutes, I slowed him down and told him, 'Don't burn yourself out. Rest on top of me and push it in and out with your hips.'"

"He got it, and we fucked for the longest time in an intimate embrace. Once he got the hang of it, it was non-stop fucking at alternating tempos—sometimes furiously, sometimes languidly. Perhaps he showed signs of cumming after 10 minutes of nonstop fucking. I slowed him down and kissed him passionately. I wanted to make it last as long as possible, so after a few minutes of nonstop kissing and slow fucking, we extended it by another 5 minutes and then ejaculated inside with a loud grunt. Jet after jet, he spat out his baby-making semen inside, causing his penis to convulse. We were exhausted from the ordeal, and after I let him rest on top of me for a few minutes to recover, he lifted himself up. I felt a puddle beginning to form on the bedsheet as our mixed juices leaked out as his penis flopped out of my wet pussy. He was a young stallion, and I could tell by the energy with which he fucked and the amount of cum he deposited in me. 'What if my parents notice the wet spot?' Adarsh joked. I slapped his buttocks and told him to get off of me. 'Bhabhi, have your periods started yet?' he inquired. It was odd how much he knew and how persistent he was once he was at ease. 'Shut up,' I said as I shushed him. He whispered into my ear, 'Bhabhi, I really want to make you pregnant,' as I wiped the wet spot on the bed with my spoiled pantie. I was leaking his sperm under the dress, so I used to wipe it off as well. 'Come on, Bhabhi, let's celebrate my birthday,' he said, grabbing my shoulder. 'Wait a minute, your stuff is leaking out.' 'What made you get up? Sleep. Allow it to sink in,' he joked. 'Idiot,' I shot back, giving him another tight slap on the buttocks."

"'Bhabhi, has Manni Bhaiya ever tasted semen?' he asked as I came around to your side to adjust the comforter. I shoved him away and went outside to get some water. It astounded me he was discussing topics I had never considered. 'Are you crazy?' I asked as he walked into the kitchen behind me. 'Why would he want to taste sperm?' I blurted out. 'Some men like to taste that, Bhabhi. Some men want their wives to have affairs with other men. How can you be so comfortable having sex while he sleeps right next to us?' 'He's stoned tonight,' I said, shaking my head. 'If you think he's pretending to sleep, go try to wake him up.' 'Is that a test?' he inquired. After giving him a few hard stares, I finally said, 'Well, why don't you go?' 'If you say so,' he replied, walking back. I tried to stop, but he walked to the bedroom and at the door, and he said, 'I have an excellent test for him. Let me rub my penis on his lips.' I was taken aback by his audacity and dragged him away. 'No, we should do the test,' he said as I resisted. 'Are you insane?' 'Wait a minute, I have another test,' he explained. 'How about you putting your pussy on his lips?' 'You are such a shameless boy,' I remarked as I returned to the kitchen."

"My cheeks were flushed with embarrassment at what he was proposing. After a short while, he joined me in the kitchen and fed me a piece of cake, and I did the same. He was clearly having a good time on his 18th birthday. He'd had real dessert, so his hunger was satisfied, at least for the time being. 'How did you like it?' I asked. 'It was incredible, Preet Bhabhi. I'm speechless when I think about how superior you are to the other girls I boned.' I burst out laughing. 'I knew you weren't a novice,' I explained. 'Come on, Bhabhi. You know we live in the United States. It's pretty common around here,' he replied. 'Well, I'm not judging. Just saying.' I checked my phone and saw that I had a lot of messages from home, so I told him I needed to make some calls and that we might have had enough fun for the night. 'Come on, Preet Bhabhi. It's my birthday.' He begged, 'It's only 2:00 a.m.,' It made sense because I couldn't use the phone in the bedroom. 'All right, I'll call from the formal living room,' I said. My father was in a serious accident and was transported to the hospital for major leg surgery. I only found out after the doctors had successfully completed the surgery. Mom didn't want me to be stressed. When I called, he was still sleeping, and I spent a long time talking to either my mother or a relative."

"Adarsh spent some time doing his thing and made a few rounds to find out how he was doing. When things seemed to calm down a little, I asked for a glass of water. Dimming all the lights, he offered me the glass and sat down next to me on the sofa. His swagger made his intentions clear to me as I observed him. He nuzzled my neck and began softly kissing me while sitting right next to me. Despite my efforts to persuade him, he refused to listen. His hand caressed my breasts as he kissed my cheeks slowly. After a while, I was on hold or just listening, so I wasn't too concerned about Adarsh. He grabbed my face, kissed me deeply, and whispered, 'Bhabhi, I want you to breastfeed my children.' It came out of nowhere. All I could do was blush. He pushed his hands inside, grabbed my pea-sized nipples, and played with them. This went on for over five minutes, and I was getting worked up. As Adarsh continued to kiss and fondle me, I moaned softly. Our kisses became wet and sloppy, and I kept the phone at a safe distance to avoid transmitting the sounds of our love making."

"'Your father is awake,' my mother said as she called for me. As I spoke to my father, I pushed Adarsh away. 'How are you feeling, Daddy?' I inquired. 'I'm fine, beta,' he said, clearing his throat. Adarsh was completely in the mood and continued to make out with me despite my discomfort. My father was a strict man, so I grew up in a rather oppressive environment. My affair with Abhi could have gone wrong if it hadn't been for my mother's intervention. She knew better; it was difficult to control hormones and put an end to this type of affair. Still, as Adarsh made out, I had the strange feeling that perhaps I didn't care anymore. I wondered how he would react if he discovered his daughter was a slut despite his strict upbringing. I let out a soft moan as Adarsh tugged on my nipples; perhaps he heard it. Regardless, my pussy was once again soaked in my juices."

"Just then, our child cried. I dashed into our bedroom and carried him into the living room. I asked Adarsh to hold the phone to my ear while I began breastfeeding our baby. I kept talking on the phone, and once I was settled in, I took the phone from him. Adarsh knelt in front of me and lifted my t-shirt to reveal my breasts. My face was flushed red with shame, but I didn't intervene. He leaned in and suckled my other tit. It was destiny for me to breastfeed all of Inder's children and possibly get fucked by them. After a few minutes, he said quietly, 'Bhabhi, why don't you get down on your knees and feed us?' I told the people on the phone that I would call them back later and looked at Adarsh with wide eyes. I knew he meant it when he smiled. I'm not sure why, but these people had read about my desire to be a human cow—constantly getting pregnant, delivering babies, and getting fucked while breastfeeding. Although he had thoroughly fucked me only an hour before, I was eager to mate with him again. Adarsh removed my t-shirt, which I allowed without complaint. I then placed our infant on the carpet and stood on all fours on top of him, allowing him to continue suckling. Adarsh suckled on the other breast as he lay next to him. Adarsh toyed with my breast, and besides draining my milk, he continued to nibble and titillate me."

"He stood up after 5 minutes and asked, 'Are you ready for my donkey dick?' I seethed as he lifted my skirt while still kneeling. He sniffed my ass and brayed like a donkey. I was embarrassed by his antics but enjoyed the game. He came up behind me and pushed his penis inside my pussy with a few strokes. I had no trouble accepting him at this point, even though I felt he was stretching me quite a bit. His fingers massaged my anus, and I could tell he was curious about my ass. He slapped my ass several times. I was concerned that the noise would carry upstairs. I felt like a complete slut, but I didn't stop him. I imagined my father watching this depraved act by his beloved daughter, and it only urged me and pushed back against him. Inder had the same fetish, and while it hurt a little, the humiliation was so rewarding. We were fortunate to be in the formal living room, which was closer to the entrance and away from all the bedrooms. He stroked me languidly for a few minutes, long enough for me to start moaning, and then he abruptly pulled out and slapped my wet pussy a few times. 'Adarsh,' I yelped, seething. But I don't think he gave a damn. My baby was still suckling, so I couldn't move. I shuddered as he aligned his penis with my anus. Could I really take his donkey dick up my ass? Inder's dick had already caused me enough pain. As he tried to get past those tight sphincter muscles, my eyes nearly popped out. 'Uh...' I clenched my teeth and held my breath, bracing myself for the searing pain that usually preceded the start of anal sex."

"Adarsh slapped my pussy several times more. With all the hammering it had taken, I was certain it was deep red. He never asked if it was okay to try it or if it hurt. It was as if he didn't care; all he wanted was to celebrate his 18th birthday in style. Something he'd remember for the rest of his life. I didn't want to discourage him either. He applied some spit and pushed against sphincter muscles. 'Uh... Uh... Uh...' As the pain reminded me of his enormous size, I grunted. It was also the sensation I looked forward to the most during anal sex. As the pain caused me to fall forward, he grabbed my waist and braced it in place. My sphincter muscles finally gave way at this point. My eyes welled up with tears as I almost cried out in agony. 'It's fine, Preet Bhabhi,' he assured her. 'The pain will subside soon.'"

"He pushed it in again with a little more spit. My sphincter muscles were cooperative this time. The dry friction was still bothering me. He took it out and reinserted it into my pussy, and after a few strokes, he reinserted it into my ass. Even so, only a fraction of his knob made it past my sphincter muscles. He slowly seesawed through my anus to make me feel better. Then he lunged forward with all his strength, burying his entire penis inside. I moaned in agony and nearly fell forward. As I was recovering, I noticed Anju standing in the shadows. It felt extremely humiliating to have someone watch you in the act, especially when it was anal sex."

"That was just the beginning, and then Adarsh launched his assault. I continued to cry for a minute before my body adjusted and I started to actually enjoy the episode. The slapping sounds of our bodies echoed throughout the room. He even climbed on top of me and pretended to mount me like a donkey. He carried on his joyride while slapping my buttocks. The shame and humiliation were so bitter, but my body relished every minute of it. He had little experience with anal sex, or the excitement was too much for him. So, after about five minutes of stroking, he ejaculated inside me. The sex was intense and rough because he didn't hold back and fucked me with complete abandon and vigor. By the time he was finished, our little one had fallen asleep, and I had reached my climax."

"For a moment, he lay on top of me, thanking me. 'That was the best birthday gift I could have asked for.' He got up slowly and picked up his clothes. He put them on without making a sound. I drew up my pants, picked up our child, and placed him on the sofa. It had been an exciting adventure, but when Adarsh drew me into his arms and kissed me, I wondered if he wanted me to come back for more. I'd turned into such a slut that I didn't mind waiting for another round. 'Thank you,' I said quietly. 'It was the most intense fucking I'd ever had.' Maybe it wasn't entirely true, but the episode's intensely taboo nature, combined with the dynamics of me being his stepmother, and then acting like a complete slut despite being daddy's daughter, certainly checked all the boxes."

"Adarsh went upstairs, and I headed back to our bedroom. As I limped towards our bedroom, I realized he had completely hammered me. The pain was excruciating, and anyone who saw me would have known I'd been fucked in the ass. Limping into the room, I placed our infant in the crib and collapsed on the bed beside you. I looked at you lovingly while you slept and played with your hair. I kissed your brow and thanked you for being such a wonderful husband. Adarsh's kinky thought crept into my mind, and without thinking much, I dipped my finger into my wet hole and picked up the famed ointment that could relieve any itch and rubbed it on your lips."

Preet stared at me. I moved in and kissed her on the lips. She kissed me back passionately. "Are you happy?" she asked as she finished the sluttiest night of her life. I hadn't ejaculated yet, but everything I'd heard was clearly beyond my wildest dreams. Preet entertained three men in one night, which was quite an accomplishment.

"Is that it?" I persisted in my inquiry. She was astounded to hear it.

"Anju followed me into our bedroom and thanked me by kissing my lips. 'Rascal fucked you like a thug. Turn around and let me see if everything is all right,' she said. 'No, Anju, everything is fine.' I said. But she was adamant. I groaned and turned around to sleep on my stomach. She shone her phone's light into my crack. 'It's quite bad; red and swollen,' she said, finding it severely bruised. As I flinched, she applied an ointment, but it had a calming effect on me. She rubbed it in slowly, and I could tell her stroking had turned sexual. Her finger was prodding at my anal opening, which was still open. Her finger easily entered inside, and when it did, I lightly lifted my butt to encourage her. She fingered me for a few minutes as I moaned. 'Preet, I'd like to try Adarsh's creampie,' she said. I felt so depraved for agreeing to be her surrogate. I spun around and stretched my legs. She quickly knelt down and began licking it. His cum had dried out, but that was probably the best she could get today. Her tongue was soft and warm, and it soothed my hammered pussy. I was incapable of having any more orgasms but continued to moan for the next ten minutes as she kept on licking me."

"So, what now?" I asked, smiling.

"Well, that gives you an idea of what your future might be like," she explained.

"You know me, Preet," I said. "Such things will always give me erections."

"What do you want?" I inquired.

"Wasn't it Anju who brought you my marriage proposal?" Preet inquired.

"Yes. Why?"

"So Anju wanted me to marry you so that the men in her family could have a free mistress. Don't you agree?"

"After all, they are the real men. Perhaps we should just make it all clear and tell Inder and Inder's father they are welcome to use our bed and me whenever they want. Don't you think that would be a good start?"

I agreed and nodded.

"Besides, don't you think if Inder's proposal had come to our house instead of Anju's, I would have married Inder and become a slut for all three men in their family?"

Preet's thoughts were racing so fast today that I couldn't keep up.

"Yes, possibly," I said, knowing her father was quite traditional and valued security above all else.

"Does having sex with Inder while I and our son are sleeping in the same room excite you?" I eventually inquired.

Preet was flushed. "Yes. Very much."

"I'd like that too," I admitted.

"Why wouldn't you? Isn't this exactly what your dick has always desired?" She said, fondling my bulge. We both laughed.

"Honey, it's not what you think," she said.

When we realized what was going on, I could tell she was nervous. I moved in closer and took her in my arms.

"While I enjoy putting on a show and acting like a slut for your amusement, I also want to spend an entire night making tender love to real men. Just what a young wife wants: hot, intimate, deep, passionate sex in our marital bed while the baby suckles on my tit. Sleeping and waking up together."

That was quite intense, and hearing her say that explicitly made my penis dribble some of my cum. "And you don't want me in there then?" Clearing my throat, I inquired.

"It wouldn't make sense. You can watch on some days, but I prefer it this way most of the time. I wouldn't lock the door; instead, leave it open. You may listen in or even peek, but nothing else. Of course, I'd like to have those slutty all-nighters while you watch me with my lovers."

"It's fine now, Preet. But what happens when our child gets older? It would be odd for him to find a strange man in our bed," I said.

"When we slowly introduce it to the child, it won't seem strange. Bed-sharing is common in Indian households until the age of eight. Most couples have sex while sleeping next to their children, so it's entirely possible," she stated.

I wasn't sure what Preet was saying, but whatever I understood, I couldn't fully accept. Still, I didn't see the point in arguing with her.

"But, Preet, seeing you with so many men seems odd, doesn't it?" Even so, I croaked.

"I was thinking of Inder when I said this. Yes, I can do it with others in a separate room." she explained.

We were both exhausted after a long night. We slept on it instead of deciding then. I realized what Preet proposed was the best solution. Perhaps Inder and Inder's father can meet her needs, and occasionally Adarsh will join, and she can live a sexually fulfilling life with these three. I had to reflect on the fact that she wanted to introduce Inder as a special member of our family, though. I went to relieve myself because my stiff erection was hurting.

The next morning, I awoke late, and there was a commotion downstairs. I went downstairs and discovered that Inder's father was visiting us. After greetings and weather discussions, I went inside to see Preet. Preet pushed me to the side and whispered, "Our The Palace on Wheels trip has been canceled. That's why Inder's father is here."

"What?" She sighed and rolled her eyes.

"I don't have time to elaborate. Persuade my father to let him stay upstairs with us." She continued.

"Why?"

"Do you want him to seduce my mother?" She seethed and smacked me on the back.

"Ouch."

I then went to my mother-in-law and explained to her that Inder was like an older brother to me and that his father always treated me like a son. So Preet's father-in-law staying downstairs with them would be unusual. It would be preferable if he stayed with us upstairs. There were two bedrooms upstairs, so there was plenty of room for him. Preet found me and explained the circumstances. Her plan was to spend our anniversary on the train reminiscing about the night she spent with Inder's father. She intended to have Inder's father openly cuckold me and show how a real man fucked her. Also, Preet's father had learned about Inder's father being on the train. The gentleman who spoke with Preet while she was conversing with Inder's father on the train told him. Preet's father may have sensed something was wrong, and finding him at his house must have enraged him. Still, he wasn't the type of person to openly discuss such matters. Out of fear, he insisted on him staying downstairs. Maybe he realized his fears were unfounded after seeing me persuade him.

After we settled everything, I learned that the COVID situation would take much longer to resolve. Perhaps a month. Did this imply that Inder's father would accompany us until then? Does this mean we'll be starting the next chapter of our journey right away?

Chapter 7 - Beginning of a new chapter

Inder’s father had not visited the United States since we married. He made at least one trip to see Inder every year and usually stayed for a couple of months. We knew he had a mistress around Inder’s age. She was married and had two children, who were allegedly fathered by him. He led a nomadic existence and had few attachments. He didn’t get along with Anju, so he rarely stayed at their house. That’s one reason Anju suggested we host him during his visits.

He was 58, but appeared to be in good shape—he’d lost a few pounds—and most people thought of him as Inder’s older brother. As stated in the previous story, he was a disciplined man who always woke up before sunrise and went for his morning walks, no matter how late he went to bed. He was dressed simply, as was his habit, and appeared to have arrived after an overnight journey.

Inder’s father arrived at 9:30 a.m. and knocked on the door. Preet had only just awoken and hadn’t even showered when her mother summoned her. She dashed downstairs in her nightgown when she heard about him. She didn’t even have time to change her clothes or freshen up before rushing downstairs. She went inside after exchanging greetings to make tea and breakfast for him. I awoke only a few minutes later after hearing them outside talking as she greeted him. I tried to ignore the noise, but it persisted for a while, so I became curious and went downstairs.

I met Inder’s father downstairs, took his blessings, and talked with him. Preet’s father didn’t seem happy and sat in the corner, ignoring both of us. Preet’s father was still recovering from his surgery. They had removed his cast but advised him to not put too much stress on that leg, so he continued to use his crutches and avoided unnecessary walking. Inder’s father arrived with only one bag, as I had not seen him for several years. I entered the kitchen, where Preet and her mother were hurriedly preparing breakfast.

My eyes popped out the moment I saw Preet, who was still in her nightgown. She always wore sexy nightgowns with a lot of cleavage, but she recently went braless. Because she was afraid her father would object to her lingerie, she chose one that was more modest and exposed less skin. Her bust had expanded significantly because of her pregnancy, and the sensual, body-hugging silk gown did nothing but highlight her shapely breasts. As if that wasn’t enough, her perfect ass, including the pantie line, was on display. She frowned and playfully patted my bum as I licked my lips and gazed at her heavenly body.

“What’s going on?” I inquired.

“Inder’s father was stranded because of the spread of a new virus and is staying with us,” she explained.

“What happened to our Palace on Wheels tour?” I inquired. “Oh, that,” she gulped her saliva. “That was apparently canceled.”

“What happened to Daddy?” I inquired. “He doesn’t appear to be in good spirits.”

Both the mother and the daughter were laughing. Finally, her mother muttered, “He is always grumpy. But now that Preet is asserting her newfound independence, he is voicing his displeasure.”

“What kind of independence?” I inquired. Preet stood there sucking her lips as her mother whispered, “Daddy is a traditionalist. Doesn’t like women flaunting their beauty in modern dresses. He is annoyed that she came downstairs in her nightgown.”

I didn’t talk to him much, so I wasn’t always aware of his moods. Preet’s mother was friendly. I remember having a mild erection when I realized how Preet was dressed, and that too, in front of Inder’s father. Preet was obviously not wearing a bra inside, but that was part of her allure. Even if she was dressed like a slut, she possessed the natural charm and aura to blame the circumstances rather than herself.

As I walked out of the kitchen, I heard Preet’s mother say, “Your husband is completely fine with this, as you said.”

“Your father would have killed me if I had freely displayed my breasts,” she added.

Inder’s father attempted to speak with Preet’s father, but he was evasive and answered in monosyllables. After a few moments, I noticed them having a meaningful conversation. I continued to move back and forth between the living room and the kitchen, striking up conversations with Inder’s father. I found an appropriate moment to tell Preet, “Your dress is too revealing.”

“Really? Are you having a hard-on?” She teased.

“Doing all of this in front of your parents isn’t right,” I reasoned.

“I’m doing nothing. merely amusing our visitors. Besides, isn’t he like my father-in-law?” She mumbled.

She walked out carrying two plates of breakfast before I could say anything. She gave one to her father and placed the other on the table in front of Inder’s father. As she bent forward, I could see her pantie line, and I knew Inder’s father could see her dangling breasts. I did not know she’d turned into such a slut in just over a year. She returned to hand over tea cups and paraded herself in front of them once more.

I went upstairs to freshen up. When I arrived downstairs, there seemed to be a disagreement about where Inder’s father should stay. Preet’s father insisted on him staying in the spare bedroom downstairs with them. I’m not sure if I was relieved or disappointed to hear that, but Preet guided me inside.

“Our Palace on Wheels trip has been canceled. That’s why Inder’s father is here,” she told me.

“What?” I inquired. She sighed, rolling her eyes.

“I don’t have time to elaborate. Persuade my father to let him stay upstairs with us.” She went on.

“Why?”

“Do you want him to seduce my mother?” She seethed and smacked me on my back.

“Ouch.”

I needed to calm things down, so I went and convinced both of them. Preet’s father agreed reluctantly, and it was unclear where his reservation came from. Inder’s father needed to make a few long-distance calls, so I led him to the nearest cyber cafe. He couldn’t use our phones to make the calls and also had some personal work he preferred to do at the cafe. I returned right away because the cafe wasn’t far away and he needed an hour.

The downstairs door was shut, so I didn’t knock and headed upstairs when I heard Preet’s parents talk. I suspected the conversation was about Inder’s father and decided it would be best if I listened in.

“You have no shame. Being so impolite in front of him. Don’t you realize? He’s almost her father-in-law.” Preet’s mother chastised her husband.

“Do you think I’m stupid? I told you he’d be on the train that night,” he shot back.

“And I’ve heard it so many times before,” she grumbled. “So, what?”

“A family member saw him alone with Preet in her compartment,” he explained.

“And then what?”

“She had vanished from her berth in the middle of the night. What could she be doing at that hour?”

“You’ve married off your daughter,” she sternly stated. “Stop worrying about her and policing her. She is no longer your responsibility.”

“She lives upstairs with her husband. Why are you bothered if an elderly member of his family lives with them?”

“Because I saw her walk out of his cabin late at night,” he mumbled finally.
Preet’s mother was taken aback. She sat on the couch with her mouth covered. For the next few minutes, there was a pensive silence, and I worried that there would be an explosion and they would both come upstairs to talk to Preet about it.

Preet’s mother held him briefly and said, “What she does now is entirely her responsibility. We have completed our role and must trust that she will do what is best for her. Let’s never bring it up again.”

“I witnessed her enter his cabin at that ungodly hour and spend nearly an hour with him. He was the only one in that cabin. What else could they possibly be doing?”

“Why didn’t you stop her?” Preet’s mother inquired, concerned.

“I’m not sure what to say to her. I was furious, but all I did was wait for her to leave his cabin.”

“I guess you never told Preet about it?” she inquired.

“Obviously. Which father talks about such things with his daughter?”

“Let it go. It is not up to us to tell her what she should do,” she said, her voice unusually stern.

I knocked on the door to diffuse the situation. I did not know how I planned to do it, but I went ahead.

“Preet has locked the room,” I excused myself. “Babuji is at a cyber cafe and will be back in an hour.”

“Are you comfortable hosting him upstairs?” she inquired, concerned. “You’re a newlywed couple; you’d need privacy, right? We can give him the downstairs spare bedroom.”

“No mother. Don’t be concerned,” I said. “Preet enjoys his company. She is friendly with him and has spoken to him several times on the phone. He’d stay with us anyway during his visits.”

“Why isn’t he staying at Inder’s?”

“Do you know how it is these days with daughter-in-laws? They are so self-centered. Anju does not get along with him. He rarely stayed at Inder’s place all these years.”

“Besides, he has an unusual food taste. It’s better if Preet prepares food for him upstairs,” I added.

“What does he eat?”

“He avoids carbohydrates. So no rice, roti, paratha, and so on. He mostly eats steak, fish, and eggs with a side of salad. He prefers organ meats as delicacies. He enjoys goat testicles and oysters.”
Preet’s mother was perplexed, so I told her. “Mummy, don’t worry. He is an ex-army man with his own quirks. I don’t want to inconvenience either of you. Daddy’s recovery is more important.”

“What kind of man is he?” she inquired as we both entered the kitchen.

“Why?”

“Preet’s father is concerned about his roving eyes,” she stated flatly. “And Preet has always been the mischievous one. Didn’t you notice how she strutted around in that silky gown? It doesn’t seem appropriate.”

“Mummy, men are men. Inder’s father is a young man at heart. Everyone regards him as Inder’s older brother. If he had been in the US, he would have stayed with us. Preet chose rather conservative nightgowns for her India trip. The ones she wears at home are much more revealing. If Daddy saw her in those, he’d have a heart attack.”

She playfully patted my back. “Still, be careful. He can guess a person’s character just by looking at them. He didn’t like Inder or his father at the wedding.”

“Mummy, they are like family to me. I don’t have much of a choice,” I said. I could see why her parents were worried. I was astounded to learn that Preet’s father was aware of her secret rendezvous with Inder’s father. It must have been terrifying for the poor guy. Preet told me about her strict upbringing, and he was partly to blame for her early inhibitions in the bedroom. And maybe her new slutty avatar was just a sign of rebellion.

I got very little sleep the night before. Her story was so intense that I kept waking up, picturing Inder or Adarsh mounting Preet. She didn’t sleep well, either, and when I hugged her and pressed my crotch against her buttocks, I felt her push back. I inserted my hand into her underwear and began massaging her pussy. I latched onto her lips as she turned to face me. We kissed with our morning breaths all the time, and it never bothered us.

I began my slow fingering. Mounting her was out of the question because she had told me there would be no sex for me until we returned to the US.

“Would you have married Inder?” I inquired.

She was sluggish, moaning and slowly undulating her hips. Inder, like his father, led a nomadic existence. He lived in a small apartment and shared his bed with Adarsh at the time. It didn’t bother him because all of his business took place away from home. He had a nanny who assisted him when he couldn’t stay at home all night. Anju had been married to Inder for slightly over 6 years and had struggled greatly to have his two children. Preet became pregnant right away, and the thought weighed heavily on my mind. She believed she could easily deliver three children. If Preet had married as soon as she turned 18, she would have been married to him for 8 years and had four children, with the possibility of a fifth if Inder pushed her hard enough. Inder cherished having children—or at least the idea of having them.

“You would have been only 18 then, and Adarsh would have been only 10,” I kissed her.

I recall him telling me that Anju would complain about sharing a bed with Adarsh. They had sex in the living room for a few months before moving to their current home. I was curious if Preet felt the same way.

“Wouldn’t you enjoy it? Inder mounting you every night while Adarsh slept in the same bed next to you?”

“Uh...” she grunted as my fingers pushed in far too quickly. She was a complete slut who would never refuse her alphas if they approached her, no matter how tired she was.
“You are so wicked,” she muttered. I kissed her passionately as she lifted her buttocks and pushed against my fingers. Her dry pussy was getting wetter by the second.

“You’ll oblige, Inder, no matter what?” I said. “You would sleep every night on their king-sized bed, right next to Adarsh, while wearing this sexy nightgown of yours. Wouldn’t you?”

Preet’s pussy, completely saturated with her lubricating juices, gave me the answer. I kept fingering, enjoying every moment. It was a strong sensation because we didn’t seem to care about our breath or body odor. Preet used to shower every night before bed, but I’d noticed recently that she was skimping on it. And I, too, was in such a frenzy that such details didn’t bother me.

“Would you avoid wearing a bra?” I muttered.

She pushed back against my intruding fingers. She was now imitating that fucking motion by pushing against it rhythmically. Preet then urged me to insert more of her fingers into her pussy as she began to enjoy my fingers and the scenario we were creating in our minds.

Inder was still working hard to build his empire at the time. He had a lot of businesses, but they weren’t fully established and he didn’t trust a lot of people. So his hours were unusual, and he didn’t have time for the elaborate sex that Preet had with him in the previous months. He’d leave early in the morning and come home for dinner. So, if sex had to happen every night, he couldn’t spare more than an hour; knowing Preet, that was a real possibility. So sex on their bed would have been the most likely scenario in her case.

“Would it worry you if Adarsh awoke?” I inquired of her.

“Uh...” she grunted, shamelessly lifting her pelvis and inviting me to go even further.

“Surely, under Inder’s massive weight, the bed would creak rhythmically,” I added.

Preet was delirious as she rocked her pelvis back and forth, making rapid fucking motions. It was an animalistic lust. We kissed passionately for several minutes while I fucked her with my fingers furiously.

“Uh... Uh... Uh...” she whimpered, and I whispered into her ears, “How would you explain those wet spots on the bed to Adarsh every morning?”

It was enough for her to shudder with climax. She fell back, uttering a series of “Oh my gods...” in her guttural voice.

“That was intense,” she remarked as she caught her breath. “Wouldn’t it have been great if we could have brought Marcus?”

I was in a better state and didn’t need the relief because I had stroked myself a few hours before, and I didn’t think Preet cared. She changed her soaking pantie, which were completely drenched, and slept soundly. Her radiant face told me she was relieved and well rested this morning. It could, however, have been because of the arrival of her first lover. I went upstairs and confronted Preet as some of these thoughts ran through my head. Preet was still in her robe and had just exited the bathroom.

“Why don’t you lock the room?” I expressed my displeasure.

“I don’t need another father in my life.” She retorted, rolling her eyes.

“Well, you’ve caused quite a commotion with your slutty behavior in front of your family,” I said.

Her dark-blue nightgown was made of the thinnest satin silk material, which hugged her skin but not as tightly as the chiffon. Her chest was beautifully framed by the netted, florally embroidered heart-shaped neckline. Her grapefruit-sized breasts were perfectly outlined, and her tiny nipples made the perfect impression against the material. As it fell down, the dress gently caressed her shapely buttocks. The pantie line was apparent, especially when she leaned forward. Her milky white complexion stood out so beautifully against the dark fabric that I knew Inder’s father was swooning over her.

“If my father had his way,” she retorted. “He’ll make me dress like a man, so no one notices how beautiful his daughter is.”

“Besides, he’s seen a lot more,” she continued.

“They’re aware of it as well, and we’re discussing it,” I muttered.

Preet’s behavior is borderline reckless. Earlier in the marriage, she was so prim and proper, but she was still a little receptive in bed. Later on, especially after the anniversary, she morphed into a carefree slut. She suddenly exposed her breasts to some truckers a week before we flew to India. I was stunned by her action and had to exit the freeway to avoid further embarrassment. Whatever she did in private, away from the prying eyes of the world, didn’t bother me, no matter how depraved or perverted the act was. I still expected her to be a good wife on the outside. That’s what living in a society required: conforming to the norms of the social strata we belonged to.

“So?” she retorted, echoing her mother. It was strange. Perhaps Preet inherited her mother’s slutty genes. Even at her age, she might have entertained quite a few men if she had complete freedom. She was 43 years old and, according to Preet, still capable of becoming pregnant. At the wedding, I was astounded by her beauty and knew she inherited all of her mother’s beauty genes. Preet’s mother, like Anupam Kher in the Hindi film “Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge,” believed that Preet should enjoy even her share of spoils. Realizing that with her indifferent behavior she was getting on my nerves, she turned to me and said, “Stop with your sulking and apply some lotion to my legs. I want my skin to be soft and youthful for him.”

She knew I enjoyed pampering her by doing such things for her. As I approached the window, I noticed Preet frowning. We lived in a densely populated area, and some of our neighbors could see into our upstairs bedrooms through the windows, so we had to be cautious. Preet, on the other hand, had begun to enjoy her freedom and was less concerned about it. She proudly lifted her leg and placed it on the bed. I knelt in front of her, admiring her shapely, milky white legs, which she had meticulously waxed. I imagined how her father would have felt if she had dressed in her regular, silky kameez-style nightgowns, exposing her legs in all their glory. Those had a split on the sides, which added to the sexiness by exposing her panties.

I slowly rubbed lotion on her legs while she smiled mischievously. Her skin was soft, supple, and gleaming. I was confident that Inder’s father would appreciate the way she was preparing herself. She’d finally got rid of all her body hair, including her pussy hair. I caught a glimpse of those red lips that had given heavenly pleasure to so many men as she shifted her weight. I got closer to her shapely thighs, inspecting that honey pot that I never tired of licking. I slowly repeated the process with her other leg, soaking it all in.

“Enough of the fucking with your eyes,” she chuckled.

She turned around and lifted her bathrobe to reveal her divine ass.

“Could you please rub the lotion on my butt?”

Her ass had grown more prominent and was sometimes obscenely visible in some of her tight-fitting dresses. Men would almost drool over them. If only they could have seen it in all its glory. Those incredible, tight, shapely large orbs protruded perfectly from her body, leaving thick creases where they met her legs. Her crack looked so alluring, and I felt the urge to push my nose up into that tight crevice.

“Enough of your mental masturbation; now get to some work,” she reminded.

I applied lotion to her ass and rubbed it in with slow, gentle circular motions. As I let go of her magnificent orbs, they jiggled like a balloon filled with water. I softly kissed her butt, and I turned her around. She then pointed out her stretch marks to me. To some, stretch marks were ugly and unsightly, but to me, they were a sign of a woman’s fertility. It was a clear sign that the woman could withstand the discomfort of the entire term and the pains of childbirth.

She gave me a lotion that was supposed to get rid of them. Her stretch marks were still visible, but they seemed less noticeable. Her tummy had completely recovered three months after giving birth. Sure, she was carrying extra weight, which is normal during pregnancy, but her skin was firm and appeared normal. I rubbed the ointment on her tummy in slow circular motions, concentrating on the areas that needed it the most.

“Did you plan the anniversary trip with Inder’s father?” I inquired.

She smiled and nodded in agreement.

“What were your plans?” I inquired.

She said, sensually biting her lips, “The same thing. You were curious to see how a real man makes love to your wife.”

“So, what happened?”

“Well, the spread of the new virus made him reconsider. He didn’t feel safe traveling. I was disappointed, but I could understand why. We were, indeed, taking a chance.”

“You didn’t know he was coming to see us?” I inquired.

“No. He showed up unexpectedly,” she stated.

“Isn’t it dangerous here? We have our own space upstairs, but we practically live in the same house. Sound travels downstairs in the middle of the night.” I elaborated.

“Manni, we live a very different life than most people. Such things are difficult to conceal. They’ll figure it out somehow.” She stated.

“Are you saying your parents will find out I’m a cuckold?”

“Eventually, for sure. Our loved ones would have some idea.”

“One day, even our son will know,” I grumbled.

“Yes.”

“Wouldn’t that be bad for him?”

“To be honest, I’m not sure,” she said. “It’s not uncommon for children growing up in Western countries to understand that people occasionally get some side action.”

“If he can see the chemistry between me and Inder, he’ll realize it’s more than just sex.”
It seemed logical, but it was still a little far-fetched, and I had a hard time accepting that was how it would play out. In reality, there was no guarantee. Preet yearned for that closeness with her lovers, especially Inder, and I wholeheartedly supported her. It seemed normal, as I had always imagined it. Her lovers are free to visit her anytime, and I would vacate my bed for them. It made sense to me because they could give her the intense orgasms that I couldn’t, even after sucking on her clit for hours on end.

“While I understand your desire to mate with Inder in our marital bed, I am concerned about the consequences for our child. Perhaps not now, but when he is 6-7 years old. Children of this age begin to remember things better, and it is likely that they will wake up unexpectedly in the middle of the night.” I said.

“You’re overthinking it, honey. This is how most women conceive. Plus, it’s so far in the future. I am confident that as time passes, we will know what is best for us.”

Preet wore a beautiful floral Punjabi shalwar kameez. I was certain her father would approve. The shalwar had a traditional flare and appeared completely normal. Her kameez, on the other hand, was form-fitting and accentuated her curves beautifully. It showed only a hint of cleavage but otherwise perfectly displayed all of her assets. The dupatta was made of a translucent material that did not conceal her assets. Of course, she purposefully chose not to wear any bras in order to draw attention to herself. It was purely an act of rebellion.

She twirled to show off her gown while waiting for my approval.

“You look much better in this,” I remarked.

“Why? Do you dislike me in lingerie?”

“This looks a lot better in public,” I said.

“Okay, I get it. You want me to be your wife in public, but a slut for Inder’s family in private? Is that it?” She inquired, winking.

“Preet, I’m serious. Your father almost had a heart attack,” I pleaded.

“You don’t get it, do you?” She asserted. “It’s more likely that he had a hard-on. Mummy said he saw me enter Inder’s father’s cabin. Where was his machismo then? Or did he balk upon hearing his daughter’s moans? The sort of moans he never heard from his wife.”

I had just overheard her parents a few minutes before, so everything was fresh in my mind. Her mother was surprised to learn that he had also seen her enter his cabin. He first told her he saw her leave his cabin. And she was taken aback. Perhaps the mother-daughter team could read between the lines and deduced that he had seen her enter his cabin as well.

“When did she tell you?” I inquired.

“When you went out to freshen up,” she said.

“Oh,” I grumbled to myself.

So Preet’s mother may have known about it already, and she may have been persuading her father to accept Preet’s misdeeds.

“My father expressed his displeasure,” she said. “Almost instantly. As he entered the kitchen, he grumbled that this was not how married women dressed.”

“Oh. What have you said?” I was intrigued.

“I’m inside my house with my family, Daddy; that man is my father-in-law. It seems normal to me,” I replied.

“Did you say that?”

My mother had to intervene and led him out of the kitchen because he was distraught. “I felt good for once being able to exercise my independence,” she chuckled.

“My mother was annoyed by our behavior, which was nothing new. ‘Your father saw you enter his cabin the night of your wedding,’ she said once inside. ‘Is this true?’ I was taken aback and didn’t know what to say. I almost froze, and she understood instinctively. ‘Your father has been acting strangely since then. He has been demanding sex regularly ever since.’ As I looked into my mother’s eyes, my jaw dropped and my face flushed red. She had that same familiar smile on her face when she told me how to handle things with Abhi.”

“Still, Preet,” I chastised. “You’re talking about your father. Have some respect for him.”

“Manni, you’ve got it all wrong. I adore him and accept his eccentricities, but he does not.”

“Manni, my mother, told me that special men like Inder and Inder’s father are a rare breed, and that if I come across one, I should do everything in my power to keep them happy. She encouraged me to give Abhi blowjobs, and when I complained about the smell and acrid taste of sperm, she simply stated that I would grow accustomed to it. She was relieved that his loins were finally back in action after watching his slutty daughter.”

“Was this why you suspected Inder’s father would also mount her?” She laughed.
“My mother is still extremely hot. He’d probably try to woo her. And guess what? I am confident that if he does, he will end up getting her pregnant.”

“You and your mother are a mystery to me,” I admitted.

She hugged me and smiled. “I’m sure you enjoy that aspect of me—keeping you on your toes, I mean?”

“That’s for sure,” I said softly as I kissed her lips. “But you irk me now and then. And this physical denial isn’t helping either,” I said, shifting my penis.

Preet chuckled and said, “That is entirely your fault. You had a prim and proper wife, but squandered her on other men; let them enjoy her charms.”

“Your transgressions began on our wedding day,” I begged.

“You can’t blame me if your family members could detect the slut in me, but you couldn’t,” she retorted.

“And, as far as I recall, I gave you a chance. You sputtered your semen like an ignorant imbecile.”

“And you blame me? You’re so hot. What could I possibly do?”

“As if you only found out about it today? Didn’t you come to see me earlier?”

“What could I possibly have done?”

She rolled her eyes as she always did. “You are not a child, Manni. If you knew that, you couldn’t control it. At the very least, you could have stroked yourself first thing in the morning. Perhaps that would have helped.”

I smiled. “First thing in the morning? I stroked myself furiously just before putting on that wedding dress. If it hadn’t been for that, I might have spilled my cum as soon as you touched me.”

Preet blushed. “It’s a good thing I married into Inder’s family. Otherwise, you would have left me high and dry.”

“Didn’t my mother give you her pep talk?” she inquired.

I smiled. “Don’t you think a mother would do that for her son?”

“Son, marriage is a special bond that requires compromises,” I explained. Preet kissed me softly. “It’s not fair to ask how much each person contributes. Preet is a lovely young woman who will no doubt fulfill the responsibilities of a wife. But I’m her mother, and I should know better. At times, she can be obstinate, moody, and reckless. You are aware of her transgressions to some extent, and I appreciate that you accept her despite her flaws.”

Preet’s furrowed brow showed she wasn’t happy or didn’t think her mother would have said that.
“Did she really say that?” she wondered. “Do you mean you were fully aware of my transgressions?” she asked, shaking her head.

“Didn’t you tell me you kissed your boyfriend?”

“Not that. Did you know I used to give Abhi blowjobs?” She inquired.

“Not that much detail. We learned you had a boyfriend and were physically involved with him,” I said. “There was discussion about canceling the wedding.”

“Hmm… I’m curious what happened then?”

“We’d lived abroad and knew it was quite common, even though conceited people don’t believe their wives must have slept with other men before marriage. Inder and Anju were encouraging but left the decision up to me. I’d fallen in love with you the moment I saw you. I had latent cuckold tendencies I didn’t fully comprehend at the time, but I knew you were the wife I had been looking for.”

She softly kissed me on the lips once more before continuing to prepare herself for her lover.

“Didn’t you swoon for him earlier?” I slapped her behind.

She blushed. “You can’t hold it against me. I hadn’t seen him in quite some time. He appears to be much fitter and younger. Does he not?”

“I’m guessing you like the smell of his oily hair as well?” I joked.

Her nose shriveled up. “You know, I never cared for his looks. I am glad I at least wore panties. My father would have seen my pussy drool on the floor otherwise.”

“You are shameless,” I said.

“That’s what they like about me—not being afraid to act like a slut for them.”

“Perhaps in the bedroom,” I replied.

“That is not how it works. They make their intentions known in public by pursuing me, and they expect me to reciprocate in kind. To maintain the decorum of relationships, the actual sex occurs behind closed doors, but to a connoisseur, it is very obvious.”

“You don’t have to be an expert. Everyone in the house saw your charade this morning,” I retorted. “Don’t be like the cat who drinks milk with its eyes closed, convinced that no one is watching.”

She looked at me as she combed her hair and said, “You still seem to miss the point. I’m doing it on purpose. If you saw it, Inder’s father did as well. He knew that I was displaying my assets in front of both my father and husband for his benefit. What better way could I express my desire to be his slut?”

Maybe it was finally making sense to me. Still, it was humiliating, and I felt a knot in my stomach form. “You and, I believe, my father both had an erection. I’m sure he heard his daughter’s moans as he stood outside the cabin that night. It must have felt completely humiliating for him that a man ten years his senior could give his daughter those orgasms. I don’t know how else to put it. Manni, not everyone is as mature as you; many would rather die than admit to being a cuckold.”

“During your narration last night, you hinted to Inder and Anju that you were aware of my cuckold tendencies. Could you please explain?” I inquired.

“Your cock is still getting hard thinking about it,” she teased. “A woman understands these things. It’s difficult to put into words.” She remarked.

“At the very least, give it a shot.”

“On our first meeting, I noticed you were a nice, attractive, open-minded, and considerate individual. I could tell you were enchanted by my beauty. On the night of our wedding, I knew you were well-equipped and had a rather high libido.”

“Go on,” I said, encouragingly.

“You, on the other hand, were docile, meek, and always willing to appease me. Real men are much more concerned with their appeasement and fully expect their women to enjoy serving them. Abhi was flirtatious on the first date, pushed his hand into my pants on the second, and fucked my mouth on the third. Inder’s father, too, wasted no time in making his intentions known.”

“Fortunately, my mother warned me about such men, and I went with my gut instinct. It came naturally to me to separate the wheat from the chaff.”

“How about Inder?” I inquired.

She laughed. “You are perceptive. Do you want to know everything today?”

“I’m not sure how much privacy we’ll have once Babuji moves in,” I explained.

“Inder, like his father, is a real man who takes what is his, but he is not as reckless. Adarsh is more like his grandfather, but his misbehavior could also be because of his youth. Abhi and Farhan were talented as well, but they were more opportunistic.”

“Is that why? Do you feel more at ease with Inder in our bedroom?”

She smiled and said, “Now, go to the market and get this stuff,” handing me a list. It was a list of items she had prepared specifically for Inder’s father. We were aware of his eccentricities and prepared for them to some extent.

“Wow. Goat’s testicles?” I said this after reading the very first item.

She laughed. “It is, after all, an aphrodisiac. It improves both the quality and quantity of your semen,” she argued.

“I wonder what your mom might be thinking?” I muttered.

“Why would my mother know about it?” she said.

“Oh, I told her about what he eats,” I admitted, realizing my mistake.

“What?” her mouth dropped open. After that, she burst out laughing. “They’ll definitely notice something’s wrong now.”

“You idiot,” she slapped my buttocks. “I suppose I have to overlook your stupidity, but you can’t?”

“Don’t worry. My periods haven’t started yet, so it’s still safe.” She stated. “I hope he doesn’t stay too long.”

I stepped out and let Preet get ready for him. The downstairs doors were locked, which was unusual. Previously, the door had only been pulled shut, but it was now locked from the inside. I wanted to make sure there was nothing wrong, so I walked around to the other side and saw that their bedroom window was also closed. I assumed she took him inside to give him a towel bath, which is exactly what she appeared to do when I peered inside. I’d turned into a complete voyeur, chastising myself for spying on my in-laws. I took another look and was about to jump off the ledge when I noticed my father-in-law was naked.

I nearly choked when I noticed my mother-in-law had changed into a different kameez and her shalwar was missing. He was caressing her butt while she was drying him with a towel.
“Stop it now!” she reprimanded him. “What has gotten into you?”

“Are you still replaying the scenes from that night?”

“You were so much in heat,” she explained.

“Your member was extremely stiff, and we romanced each other every night for the entire month.”

“I’m still embarrassed,” he quipped.

“Grow up already. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” She argued. “You’re still very young. There is no reason to deny ourselves sexual pleasures simply because we are grandparents.”

“You are barely older than Inder. Didn’t you see how shamelessly he was checking out our daughter during that entire ceremony?”

“It baffles me. How could a man ten years my senior seduce my daughter?”

“Age is merely a number. Many men retain their youth for much longer. Didn’t you notice how fit he is? I’m sure he’s doing everything he can to stay young. Exercising and adhering to a diet that promotes sexual vigor and virility.”

“It’s also a myth that young women don’t prefer older men,” she added.

“It would help if you thought of her as a young woman rather than your daughter.”

“How would it help?”

Preet had picked up a lot of mannerisms from her mother. She rolled her eyes and said, “It’s easy for you to judge your daughter. But when you think of her as a young woman, you can discern her likes and dislikes. You can tell she finds older men attractive. It’s understandable given that she has always been Daddy’s daughter.”

“It’s difficult to think of your daughter as a slut,” he remarked.

“Well, if you realize she’s a woman, you shouldn’t have too much trouble.”

“Would you have lost control and succumbed to someone like him, Lajjo?” he wondered.

Hearing my father-in-law say that surprised me. He was a proud man with a high-brow attitude who looked down on people like Inder and his father. They, too, were high-caste (Jatt) people from Punjab province. True, Inder’s father was a Brahmin, but he had a dark complexion. It didn’t help that he was reclusive and lived a simple life.

“Now stop with it,” she reprimanded. “We have been married for 27 years now. Have some faith in me.”

“I am not judging you,” he said.

“Of course, I know that. Can’t I see your penis breathing life? Maybe I should indulge you. You are fresh like rain today.”

“Do you think it’s inappropriate?” he inquired. “Getting sexually excited at the thought of imagining a man 10 years my senior taking our daughter on her wedding night?”

“You aren’t imagining it. It happened,” She stated.

“It seems you are not as concerned about it,” he said.

She looked away from him for a few moments and said, “I knew you saw her enter the cabin as soon as you told me you saw her exit the cabin. You couldn’t say it directly, but it was enough for me to figure out what had happened.”

He was stunned. Preet’s mother smiled and said, “You were always too proud and thought of yourself as a man. Never even tried to go down on me. We didn’t start enjoying those oral sessions until this year. Just because there are more sexually capable men does not mean you should feel inferior.”

“What are you saying, Lajjo?” he asked, taken aback by her words.

“Just like parts of an old car parked in a garage get rusty and worn out, so will your equipment. After all, we all age and can’t stay young forever, but that doesn’t mean we should give up. We should continue to relish whatever little sexual energy we have.”

“I say that just because you can’t have the same sort of stiff erections doesn’t mean that we can’t enjoy sex. Haven’t the last six months been wonderful?”

“And just because Inder’s father can have those erections and give your daughter those orgasms doesn’t mean that you are inferior.”

“How so?”

“When I was growing up, there were young boys who were naturally charismatic and had a way with women—even married women—but were worthless besides that. And then there were men like you, who grew up to become responsible citizens.”

“We all have our unique talents; perhaps Inder’s father is excellent at what your daughter appreciates as a young woman. As a middle-aged woman she may have more appreciation for Manni, who often reminds me of you when you were young.”

“So, you see nothing wrong with me having this erection?”

She took a step back and watched his penis that was completely inflated now. He was quite tall and had a decent sized dick. Watching it to a certain extent I felt a little let down. Perhaps I was not really gifted in that department I thought.

She knelt down and kissed him and took his penis in her hands and gently stroked it.

“Not at all.” she whispered. “You are still a man. Had you been younger, all you would have done is indulged in an afternoon romp and hardly ever spoken about it. You are mature to simply ignore your thoughts now. Seeing him on your doorsteps has suddenly stoked your sexual anxiety. And maybe you were thinking, do I have to watch him take both my daughter and wife under my roof now?”

“Isn’t it?” she asked. His head fell back as she stroked him. He was enjoying those pleasurable sensations. She leaned forward and took his penis in her mouth and started giving him a nice blowjob.

Her warm mouth was too much for him and I saw him lift off from the chair despite his weak leg. Clearly, he was enjoying his wife’s sucking.

She caressed his large testicles and slowly bobbed her head at a steady tempo. And in the next couple of minutes, he ejaculated. Surprisingly, she simply took it all in her mouth and didn’t let any of it go to waste.

She cleaned his penis and started dressing him up. “Do you feel better now?”

“It’s alright to feel embarrassed but shame is perhaps not warranted,” she assured him. “Inder’s father charmed me at the wedding and if I wasn’t competing with my daughter, things could have been different.”

Preet’s father was definitely far too embarrassed to accept what she was saying. A good sign was that he wasn’t objecting to it or getting angry. She offered him some water and after he drank some of it he said, “Don’t know why, we drifted apart sexually. You are still so young and beautiful. I sometimes feel that I failed as a husband.”

“Oh, come on,” she interjected. “We don’t have time for regrets. We may not be that old but we are certainly not young.”

“Don’t judge everything from the lens of morality. Morality is like an expensive jewelry that you wear on special occasions and then promptly put in a bank locker for safekeeping. You were always a perfect gentleman, even when no one was watching you. When Preet shared our bed, you found it difficult to approach me for sex. You hesitated too much, giving credence to your baseless fears. A man like Inder’s father would have mounted me with no qualms and perhaps impregnated me half-a-dozen times. Instead of one daughter, I would have had perhaps half-a-dozen children.”

She felt comfortable watching her husband’s appreciative glance. She mischievously smiled and handed him his crutches.

“And then you had that debilitating back injury 7 years ago. It practically put a full stop to our sex life. Preet was 18 years old, and you somehow felt odd to have those sexual feelings for a father of a grown-up daughter. It didn’t help that you could no longer mount me because of that injury. I suppose that made you feel less of a man.”

“Couldn’t we have enjoyed ourselves, much the same as we enjoy now?”

Preet’s father was lost in some thought. She broke his reverie and asked him, “What’s going on? Are you regretting that you didn’t peep to see how much of a man he was and if your daughter was satisfied?”

He ignored what she said and asked, “Do you think Manni would be that sort of husband for Preet?”

I saw her smirk almost as perhaps she realized that even her husband was a cuckold. Of course, by now she was convinced that I was a cuckold. She was an astute woman and perhaps lived in India for too long due to which she couldn’t break the shackles of customs and traditions.

“We can’t be sure. But didn’t you see how Preet was parading her beautiful body in front of Inder’s father. Manni didn’t mind. In fact, he said that Preet would have worn far more revealing nightgowns if they were back in the US. He was perfectly fine hosting Inder’s father, fully aware of his wayward ways.”

“Inder seemed like a philanderer and he is the close family he has back in the US. It would be surprising if Inder didn’t charm Preet. Watching her confidence, I suspect perhaps Manni knows and both father-and-son duo have enjoyed her charms.”

“So, my suspicions weren’t unwarranted after all?” he proudly proclaimed.

“Come on now,” she said. “Since when did you doubt your own instincts?”

“You confuse me, Lajjo,” she said. “First you reprimand me and now you tell me to trust my instincts?”

“How conceited of you?” she said. “Now you want to tell me what sexually excites you?”

Preet’s father was surprised and couldn’t understand what she was trying to say. There was the same pensive silence that Preet and I experienced often.

“Every man is a voyeur. It doesn’t surprise me you had an erection upon finding him at our doorstep today. If you stop being prudish, perhaps you could enjoy these perverted thoughts with no guilt.”

“What are you saying Lajjo?”

“Instead of acting like a conceited prick, learn to enjoy it. There must be a reason your daughter prefers him over her own husband. Why not keep an open mind and see what he has to teach you?”

They moved to the living room. I dropped off the ledge and hurried back from that location. As soon as I turned the corner, I saw Inder’s father entering our yard. I froze and hid myself and waited for him to enter the house. He hastened in his military style, chest out, and shoulders up and found that the front door was closed. He wondered for a moment and was about to knock on it and then changed his mind and headed upstairs. I weighed the consequences of buying the groceries vs. missing some hot action between her and Inder’s father.

I always enjoyed Preet being a slut for Inder’s father more than anyone else. At an age, where most men cannot get any erections, he could get them and hose Preet with his baby making semen. As Preet said, it excited me that a man twice my age could give her those earth shattering orgasms. I slowly stepped towards the stairs and waited for Preet to open the door for him. I scurried up crouching on the stairs to avoid getting noticed and reached the base. Preet had closed the door, which gave me a clear signal fireworks were in order.

I had pulled the windows earlier while applying lotion to her but didn’t close them, so I could peep in through the crack. Mustering courage, I peeped in and found them in a tight embrace only standing by the door. They were only a few away from the door and my vantage point. I could see Preet’s pink lips glued to his dark lips as he fondled her shapely ass. I could see Preet’s hunger for him as she passionately kissed him.

“You are looking gorgeous, Preet,” he uttered, breaking the kiss.

“Thank you. God, I missed you so much,” she said and once again latched onto his lips. This kiss lasted over a couple of minutes. As she broke the kiss, I could clearly see her red lips glisten with their saliva. I could see she was breathless as her chest heaved up and down.

“Sorry, I couldn’t visit you all this while,” he said. “You know, I have to manage my expenses as much as I can. Can’t rely too much on Inder.”

“I understand Babuji. Life is not perfect but we can learn to work around its imperfections,” she said.

“So, where is your husband?” he asked. “Is he hiding in the closet, stroking himself?”

Preet looked embarrassed and said, “No Babuji. He is gone to the market.”

“Does he know?”

“No. I didn’t tell him of our plan,” she said.

“I know he is a cuckold,” he confidently said. “But how much convincing do you think he would need?”

“Well, he knows about my past and about our train episode. So, you could say that he is sort of supportive but we need to tread with care.”

“Does he know that it’s my child?” he said.

She cleared her throat. And said, “He doesn’t know yet.”

I was stunned and felt betrayed. Preet told me she entered her fertile period soon after our wedding and that’s the reason Inder’s father didn’t knock her up.

“How could he miss it?”

“The child was born nine months after your wedding? If he knew I took your virginity; there shouldn’t be any doubt.”

“Babuji, I am sorry to disappoint you but the child is Manni’s. I got the tests done. I thought I was in my fertile period on our wedding day but it was just my inexperience.”

He looked dismayed.

“Babuji, there should be more opportunities in the future if Manni is willing,” she consoled.

“You are still breastfeeding now,” he said. “Possibly, your periods haven’t started yet.”

Our little one was only a little over 3 months. Doctors said if the mother breast feeds regularly then she should have natural protection for 5-6 months. It seemed like a blessing in disguise. With the sort of fucking she indulged in the past couple of months, it would hardly taken a month for her to get pregnant. Preet wanted to keep a suitable distance between our children so that her body could recover and she could explore her sexuality fully without worrying about raising another child.

“Hmm…” he said as he left her. “I need to speak with Manni first,” he said.

“Why don’t you take a bath Babuji?” he should be returning shortly.

That was my cue, and I scurried downstairs to the market. My heart was racing away and my palms were sweaty. A familiar knot was forming in my stomach. I picked up the items from her list in no time and returned. Preet and her mother were making lunch. Preet’s father was taking a nap, and it seemed Inder’s father was still upstairs. After a few minutes, she excused herself from the kitchen and led me to the other bedroom.

“Do you love me,” she asked me, pushing against the wall and fondling my bulge. She didn’t kiss me but her lips were so close. Inhaling her hot breath told me in on uncertain terms that she was in heat. “Very much,” I responded.

“Babuji wants to speak to you. Alone,” she said. I gulped my saliva understanding what he may have in mind.

“Did he talk to you about it?” I asked. “No. He wanted to speak to you alone,” she replied.

She fondled my bulge and whispered, “Maybe you will live your biggest fantasy tonight.”

Her mother called Preet, and I trudged upstairs. I was half-way up when Preet called for me. She handed me a cup of tea; her eyes were full of mischief. The door was pulled in but not locked. He was comfortably sitting on the couch reading his newspaper.

“Babuji,” I greeted him and offered him tea. He took it from me and taking a few sips said, “I suppose you know why I am here.”

“Sort of,” I said, clearing my throat.

“Speak loudly,” he said, raising his voice.

“Look son,” he said, “Before we embark on this journey, it’s important that we develop trust and share openly our thoughts on what transpired already.”

“Preet told me everything that has happened so far,” I mumbled.

“There is a lot that Preet herself doesn’t know,” he said. My eyes were wide open now, and I was eager to learn what that was. I shifted my weight from one leg to another to ease my stress.

“When Inder was living his bachelor life and Adarsh was still a child, I had suggested that he get married and even found a beautiful girl for him. But Inder paid no heed to my advice. Couple of years later, he felt the urge to marry and against my best advice he married Anju,” he said.

I didn’t dare ask any question and only listened to what he was saying.

“Anju was neither pretty nor did she have any allure that could keep someone like Inder interested for more than a couple of years. It didn’t help that she had trouble conceiving and delivering children.”

“Who was the other woman?”

“Preet,” was his response.

“What?” I gaped.

“I knew Preet’s father through some acquaintances and had approached him with Inder’s proposal. He wasn’t happy but hearing about Inder’s stature and affluence he said he may think about it. Of course, he was only politely declining. He is not the sort of person to agree for inter-caste marriage. Inder didn’t even care to respond to me about the proposal and that’s how it passed. Preet had just turned 18 and although it was difficult, we could have convinced him if Inder had been ready for the marriage.”

“Even as Inder married Anju, a couple of years later, I brought up the same proposal, but he didn’t consider it because the girl was a Sikh and not a Brahmin. Now, he regrets his decision.”

“As fate would have it, when Anju brought your marriage, I knew Preet would be perfect for you and there won’t be any caste issues as well. Just as I expected things went smoothly, and you two got married.”

“Still Preet’s father’s refusal to Inder’s proposal festered inside and when I saw Preet again in person during the wedding festivities, I realized perhaps I can prove Preet’s father wrong.”

I was sweating as the twist in the story unfolded in front of me.

“Babuji but why did you choose Preet for Inder?” I asked impudently. He glared at me for a moment and said, “Because Preet is a slut. It helps that she is incredibly beautiful. I was aware of her episodes with Abhi.”

“Inder can’t be happy with a vanilla woman like Anju,” he added.

“Look son, I never believed you could take care of Preet’s needs; especially not after that first night I was with her. And it seems both of you have arrived at the same conclusion now.”

“Yes Babuji,” I muttered once again. He glared at me and then said, “So, you agree that since you are not man enough, you would like men from your family to take on your responsibilities.”

“Preet had planned the anniversary trip and invited me. Unfortunately, it’s too risky to travel right now, so I canceled the trip. I know that you folks can’t travel back either, so perhaps, this plan made sense, and I dropped in unannounced.”

“But Babuji,” I said, clearing my throat. “Preet’s parents live downstairs. It doesn’t seem like a good idea to do anything here.”

“Preet’s father knows. He confronted me on the train after I had been with Preet. He won’t say anything. He is a cuckold just like you,” he confidently said.

“Now, start the preparations,” he said as he offered me a small sheet of paper. I took the paper and looked at it.

“I suppose it’s better we start at the beginning,” he said. “Now hurry.”

It was a spartan letter that only included a few bullet points as shown below:
Preparation: what’s usually done for wedding
Attire: wedding bridal wear including the jewelry
Occasion: first night
Location: bedroom decorated properly for the occasion
Time: 10:30 pm

“Show it to Preet,” he said. “I am sure she will get it.”

My penis was rock hard as I knew he wanted a repeat of what transpired on the train but this time in a more formal and ritualistic manner. I stepped down and inside the room called out for Preet. Preet gingerly stepped out of the house and saw my flush face and asked, “Is everything alright?” I showed her the sheet of paper. She gasped looking at it with wide eyes.

“Holy Fuck,” she said. “He wants to do a Suhaag Raat (first night) again with me.”

“Do you understand what all is needed?” I mumbled.

“Of course but it would be so obvious to my mother,” said Preet, thinking about it. It was a little past 11:00 and I could see that she was doing a mental evaluation of her plan as I stood there stupidly.

“You wait,” she said, as she gingerly stepped inside. I followed her and stood by the door of the kitchen. My father-in-law was asleep in his bedroom, so they spoke normally but still kept their volumes in check.

“Mummy,” she said, drawing her mother’s attention. “Inder’s father wants to relive the wedding night.” Her eyes lowered and her words trailed as she said it to her mother.

“What?”

“Are you mad?”

“Have you thought about your father?” she reprimanded. I could see she was getting upset, but my mother-in-law had come to terms with her daughter’s wayward ways. She inhaled deeply and asked, “What’s your plan?”

“Why don’t you go out for some evening activity and return late or stay somewhere else tonight,” Preet said.

“There is a satsang tonight,” she said, thoughtfully. “I have been convincing him to attend it.”

“But, how will he get there?”

“It’s nearby. We could have walked but better to take an auto,” she clarified.

She checked her hands and said, “You better make a trip to the parlor.” Preet had prepared herself before flying to India but it had been more than a couple of weeks already.

“What else do you need?” she asked. “Your wedding dress is in the cupboard, along with your jewelry.”

“Thank you Mummy,” she said, kissing her. “I was worried about the jewelry being in the bank safety box.”

“Is Manni supportive?” she asked cheekily. They both giggled knowing very well that I was in the plan, otherwise it wouldn’t have made sense. Preet had amazing chemistry with her mother and although in most families this would have created a major scandal but in her house we had to take care of minor hurdles.

Preet stepped out and whispered into my ear, “Mummy has given a green signal.”

She gave me a list of a few sundry items to purchase from the market. By the time I returned, lunch was ready. The lunch was rather cordial even though Daddy didn’t seem to accept Inder’s father’s presence fully. I saw Preet and her mother mischievously smiling as they saw Inder’s father eagerly chomp down the special goat testicles delicacy. It was made for him only. To some extent all of us felt rather disgusted, but we all knew why he devoured that delicacy.

After lunch, Inder’s father headed upstairs for his afternoon nap while the rest of us got about to our work. Everyone sort of knew the plan for the night. Even if we didn’t openly discuss it, we were all working to make it happen as Inder’s father blissfully slept upstairs.

Even though Preet’s father didn’t know explicitly, he was certainly guessing that something ought to happen. Given the fact he had confronted Inder’s father in the train later on, told me he tacitly accepted it. Besides, my mother-in-law told him they were heading to satsang that evening. Preet went to the parlor soon after our lunch, leaving me in charge of our baby. Her parents took an afternoon siesta while I took care of my fatherly duties. Preet was gone for a good 4 hours but when she returned, I could see her glowing skin and felt that the effort was well worth it.

We had our late afternoon snacks and tea. Preet was not sure if she could get ready all by herself. She sent me out with Inder’s father for a movie, so Preet could have the upstairs rooms all for ourselves, so that she could get ready without getting disturbed. We watched a nondescript movie to kill some time, and it didn’t help that I was so anxious and he was so reticent.

Upon our return, we saw that Preet’s mother was waiting for us. She served our dinner soon after that and left for satsang. Preet’s father was already at the satsang. Preet apparently had her dinner early and was ready upstairs. Preet’s mother just said, she was having a headache and hence was sleeping upstairs. Preet’s mother gave me a letter as she whispered, “Good Luck,” as she headed out.

Inder’s father wasn’t as much interested in dinner and neither was I, so we wrapped it up in almost no time. I turned on the TV for Inder’s father and did the clean up. I opened the letter that my mother had given me. It was a letter from Preet to me.

Dear Manni,

As you’ve learned about my slutty past over the last few weeks, you’ve probably realized that we weren’t meant to live ordinary lives. You married a slut; leading a cuckold’s life was your fate. Life is providing you with another opportunity to relive the fantasy you have harbored but were too embarrassed to admit. Remember, we’re both in this together, and this was a conscious decision, even if it appears otherwise. We might not have gotten this far if I hadn’t been confident about your cuckold tendencies. So, relax and enjoy. We only live once, and I don’t want to die with regrets.

Love
Preet

P.S. Read the instructions on the next page

Instructions:
Prepare a glass of milk and garnish it with the herbs and dry fruits (kitchen table has all the things that you need).
Lead Babuji to our bedroom first. Close the door.
Then fetch me. I shall explain the rest.

I checked the kitchen platform and found the herbs and dry fruits mixture Preet had already prepared. I heated the milk and got the glass ready. It was a little past 10:00 when I was ready with the glass of milk. Inder’s father was enjoying the TV show and showed almost no apprehension of the night that awaited him. I was sure that both Preet and I were anxious about it; at least my mannerisms revealed my confused state.

“Babuji,” I interrupted him. “We can go upstairs if you would like to sleep.”

He continued to watch his TV and remarked, “Preet won’t let me sleep tonight.” A few moments later he turned to look at me and smiled. “She is the sluttiest woman I have been with so far. And surely the prettiest as well.”

He stepped inside the kitchen and took some water and salt and stepped towards the bathroom. He freshened up and returned in 5 minutes. I bolted the door and led him upstairs. The lights were turned off inside and the door was pulled in but not bolted. A small lamp was lit in the corner that illuminated the room but only to help you find your way. I led him to his bedroom and said, “Babuji, why don’t you take some rest here.”

“Let me change into comfortable clothes,” he said, closing the door.

I tiptoed to our bedroom and gently knocked on the door and propped it open. The main lights were off but the bedside lamp was on. Preet was sitting on our bed decorated with flowers. My penis jerked involuntarily as I saw Preet dressed as a bride. She nervously smiled and walked to me. Preet looked stunningly beautiful in that attire. The dress seemed to fit her better now, and I felt she looked even prettier now than on the day of our wedding. She had put on the right amount of weight at the right spots that made her figure wholesome. Today she wasn’t wearing any makeup, so her pale, milky white complexion, clearly shone while on her wedding day she opted for a makeup that gave an olive tinge, essentially darkening her skin.

“Well?” She asked.

“You are gorgeous Preet,” I said, stepping closer to her. I took her hands in mine and inspected her lovely dress. Preet blushed and asked, “Are you having second thoughts?”

“I am having many thoughts,” I blurted. She blushed.

Preet had opted for a light cream colored bridal wear. Most women opt for a deep red colored dress but she felt that this color would suit her better. She wore an expansive lehenga with intricate embroidery and flowers that provided a delightful contrast to the material. The matching blouse showed her cleavage and outlined her grape-fruit sized, marvelous breasts. She covered her blouse partially with her chunni that ran across her chest from her right shoulder to waist, covering one breast but leaving the other subtly exposed. A transparent veil covered her face. It seemed to be a modern adaptation to Indian bridal wear, emulating the veils of white wedding dresses of the west. Her face shone through that transparent veil. Her pouty, pink lips curled into that mischievous smile and then she blushed. I was smitten by her beauty. If I had another choice, after learning all that had transpired, even the things that transpired behind my back, I would have still chosen her as my better half.

“Manni,” she whispered, breaking my trance. She chuckled a little at my boyish wonderment.

Preet accessorized her elaborate outfit with vintage jewelry. A thick matha patti—an elaborate version of maang tikka worn along the hairline—ornament with jhoomar rested on her forehead. It was paired with a sophisticated and finely carved choker necklace and an elaborately carved nose ring with a chain. Her look was completed by matching earrings.

“At our wedding,” I said. “I didn’t notice this attire and vintage jewelry.”

“I know,” she smiled. “Your eyes were set on me.”

I looked at her hands that were covered with Mehndi. She recently had been to a wedding, so the Mehndi wasn’t new. She wore a Haath phool (hand bracelet) in her hands that mirrored the design of her necklace. Her wrist was filled with bangles, gold and deep red glass bangles interlaced that contrasted very well with her dress.

During our wedding, things were so fast moving that I never had time to admire her beauty in the bridal wear. Our wedding pictures reminded us about that eventful day but today Preet in the bridal wear sans the makeup looked heavenly. It was unfortunate that we couldn’t consummate our marriage that night as we had to travel back to Delhi for a few more festivities. Even though Inder’s father consummated our marriage for me, Preet still wasn’t dressed in her bridal wear for it. I bemoaned not celebrating her first night with her dressed in such attire but the cuckold inside me was delighted to see that Inder’s father was getting such an opportunity.

She touched my chest and felt my heartbeat. “It’s the same with me,” she quipped.

“What’s the plan?” I croaked, adjusting my inflated penis in my pants. My penis had been erect that whole afternoon and evening.

“You guide Babuji into this room,” she said. “And then fetch the glass of milk for me.”

We stepped out. I went to fetch Inder’s father while Preet waited outside on the patio. Inder’s father was ready and opened the door moments after I knocked. He wore his usual pajamas and white kurta.

“This way Babuji,” I said, guiding him to our master bedroom.

He was pleasantly surprised to find the room decorated for the occasion.

“Nice,” he muttered. “It seems like you are looking forward to it.”

“Make yourself comfortable,” I said. “Let me get Preet.”

I stepped out, pulling in the doors. Preet was outside on the patio. I rushed down and got the hot glass of milk and handed it to Preet. I softly kissed her cheeks and whispered, “I love you very much.”

“Me too,” she replied. She was holding the glass in one hand while I took hold of the other, put one hand on her waist, and guided her to the bedroom.

“Should I just let you in and leave?” I asked. My penis was literally dribbling in anticipation. I had never felt the surge of energy where my penis was jerk on its own and spilled my precum.

“No. Give me away to Babuji. Didn’t he tell you?” she said.

I almost choked hearing it and my legs wobbled but I steadied myself and led Preet to the bedroom.

“There is no turning back now,” she said. “All the assumptions of control should evaporate in minutes. Hope you are ready for it?”

“Ready or not, here it comes,” I said, pushing the door open. We tiptoed into the room and Babuji stood up staring at my beautiful wife.

“Hoor-e-Janat,” he uttered as he saw her in bridal wear. It meant a maiden from the heavens.

I retreated to bolt the door. Inder’s father took the glass from her hand and kept it on the bedside table. He then took her hands in his and soaked in her beauty.

“Manni, you are very lucky,” he quipped. Preet avoided his eyes and continued to look down. Preet who was unabashed with such things given her liberal attitude and lot of experience seemed to be so shy and reticent.

“Come in Manni,” he said, as I stood by the door, unclear of what was expected of me.

“Close the door,” he commanded as I stepped inside. He let Preet’s hand go and comfortably sat on the bed, still undressing her with his eyes. Preet was indeed a sight for the sore eyes.

“So, Manni,” he said, in his usual conceited manner. “Tell me why are we here?”

I cleared my throat and looked for the right words and said the first thing that came to my mind.

As expected, there was a pensive silence that pricked us. Inder’s father made no haste and waited for me to speak.

Stepping forward and standing by Preet, I said, “It seems I am not man enough for Preet.”

Preet looked at me hesitantly while I looked at him as he prodded me.

“Preet realized it on our wedding day and consummated our marriage with you. Still, as a ritual it wasn’t complete,” I said.

“Definitely not,” he exclaimed.

I took Preet’s hand and led her towards him and made her sit next to him.

“Babuji,” I said, looking at Preet. Preet was stunned by my behavior as she looked at me with wide eyes. “She is all yours.”

“Are you sure?” he said in his cocky voice. “She is a jersey cow. Last time around, I just missed the fertility window. Otherwise, she would have been pregnant by my seed.”

Preet looked down, ignoring him and I could see that she herself was a little taken aback by his behavior. I didn’t know what he was saying or what he expected me to say. Seeing that we both were stunned, he clarified, “Men from our family don’t use any protection and expect our women to not use any either.”

“Your wife would lead the life of a jersey cow,” he added, emphatically.

He took her hands in his hand and asked, “What do you think Preet?”

“The tent in your husband’s pants is already telling the story.”

Preet barely raised her eyelids and waited for him to make the move.

“What are you waiting for, young man?” he asked. “Get rid of your clothes.”

I didn’t expect it and neither did Preet as she finally raised her eyes and looked at him first and then at me. There was a pensive silence but when he glared at me, motioning to undress, I finally removed my shirt. He motioned towards my pants, which I slowly removed. Now, I was in my underwear and vest. My penis was stiff and pointed straight forward.

“Look,” he said. “Didn’t I tell you Preet? Look how excited he is to give you away.”

Preet glanced at my tent and I could see her finally smile a little. Watching her relax a little made me more comfortable as well.

“Come here now,” he said. “Take Preet’s hand and give it to me.”

I took Preet’s hand and offered it to him. “Now hold your pecker in another hand,” he said. I reluctantly groped my bulge to which he said. “Hold it properly, young man.”

I finally pushed my hand inside and grasped my hard pecker.

“Now, say,” he commanded. “For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, all three holes of my wife belong to the Sharma family.”

“Say it,” he said. It was strange, but I repeated it. “Wasn’t that easy,” he said as he picked a small box in his pocket. He gave it to me, hinting to open it. I saw it contained silver toe rings that a lot of Hindu women wore.

“Put them on Preet’s toes,” he said. As I knelt down, Preet offered me her toes.

“Hindu women wear it on their second toe,” he said. “It helps keep their menstrual cycle in control and improves their fertility.”

I gulped my saliva and promptly placed it on her second toe and got up.

“From now on,” he said. “Remember that she belongs to the Sharma family. We understand that men from our family may not always be available. So, you can occasionally mount her but don’t forget to take permission before.”

Preet’s feet shivered as she heard this and no doubt I was in a shock. I stood up and stepped away from them.

“Oh, and your worthless seed never gets into any of her holes. Henceforth, it would be only the Sharma family’s Brahmin seed taking root in this Jatti womb.”

Jatt’s are the upper-class Sikhs from the Punjab province. Inder’s father was referring to Preet’s origins when he said this.

It was apparent to both of us, once we walked down this path, Preet’s lovers would have first claim on her and I would rarely be with her. Still, when one hears such things explicitly, it casts an entirely different spell on you.

Preet turned to face him but still avoided making eye contact. Inder’s father finally lifted her veil and lifted her face by the chin. Preet’s eyes were closed as Inder’s father finally soaked in her beauty. He leaned forward and planted his lips on her soft lips. The nose ring was in the way, so it had to be just a peck but I felt my penis leak its precum. It was a soft kiss that lasted for a minute as he blew her soft kisses and I even saw Preet pucker up her lips for him.

“What are you waiting for?” he said. I thought it was my cue to get out of the room and as I turned towards the door, he said, “Manni, undress your wife now.”

It broke her trance, and she sheepishly looked at me.

“Come on. Don’t waste time,” he urged.

I stepped closer to Preet. I didn’t know where to start when Preet guided me to her veil. The veil only covered her face, but it was still pinned to her blouse. I slowly removed her safety pin and took away her veil. Now, Preet’s beautiful face was fully visible and so was her milky white chest and part of her breast that wasn’t covered by the Chunni.

Inder’s father scooted closer to Preet and placed his hand on her naked waist. Preet blushed as he finally showed his animalistic hunger for her. Preet’s milky waist had shrunk back to its original shape in less than 4 months after her delivery. No one could have said that she only recently gave birth to our son. He took in her arms and continued his slow kissing. The nose ring blocked access to her lips but it couldn’t contain them which continued to simmer and slowly increased the temperature of the room.

I turned my attention to her Chunni. It was pinned to her blouse as well on one end while the other end was tucked inside her lehenga. I knelt down and gently tugged on the end that was inside the lehenga. His dark rough hands rested right at that place and were caressing her tummy, feeling her soft and smooth skin. I then got behind her on the bed and stood up on my knees to unhook the other end. I had a vantage position now as I could see them from top. I saw Preet’s parted lips as she continued to blow kisses. I unpinned the Chunni and slowly pulled away her Chunni and exposed her full breasts. Preet blushed realizing that her breasts were fully on display and Inder’s father was ogling at them. Her midriff was tantalizingly exposed. He touched her soft folds of tummy, which showed a hint of flab that she won from her recent pregnancy.

Preet signaled me to remove her jewelry. I looked at her carefully and decided where to start. I started with her Maang patti that was pinned in the back of the hair. Removing two more pins from either side of her face, just above her ears, freed the mang patti. Peeping down, I saw that Inder’s father was gently squeezing her breasts and continuing to shower slowly kisses on her lips. I then moved to her nose rings, which was the major hindrance for them. Preet helped me with unscrewing it from her nose while I removed the pin that held the chain. And there, Preet’s beautiful face was free of all jewelry, except those earrings, which didn’t bother him.

It was enough freedom for him to pull her in his embrace and passionately kiss her lips. Preet was still inhibited because of my presence but didn’t resist. She let him take the lead and kiss him passionately as she parted her lips and welcomed his tongue into her mouth. While Inder’s father devoured her lips, I turned my attention to earrings. Preet, once again, assisted with them and once she showed me how to unscrew her earring, I proceeded and got rid of the first one and then the other.

That was the freedom Preet needed, and I saw her kiss him and pull herself in. Her hand was under his white Kurta as she caressed and touched his back. Watching Preet so aggressively chew on his lips was sexually exciting and agonizing. He squeezed her breasts and Preet groaned. “Uhh… Babuji.”

“What?” he mumbled between his kisses. “Thought you liked it rough.”

She moaned as he continued to roughage her boobs. I was sure it was leaking. I remember her pumping her breast milk late evening to have those bottles ready for our baby.

I started removing her necklace, which was straightforward. After I loosened the choker necklace, she helped me get it above her head. The only piece of jewelry she had on her was Haath Phool that she wore on her hands. Her hands were on him and they continued to kiss, so I slowly removed first one and then the other.

I safely kept all the jewelry into the drawer next to the bed while they continued their foreplay. I took a breather and enjoyed what was happening. My painful erection had been up all along and I dared not to touch out of fear of being ridiculed.

He was pinching her nipples over the blouse, which of course not really possible because of the thick material of the blouse. All he could do was rub against the nipples, presuming that she didn’t wear any bra, which is what it seemed like.

“What are you enjoying?” he reprimanded me, breaking the kiss. I understood and moved to Preet’s blouse. The hooks were on her back and I slowly caressed her soft skin and put my fingers inside her blouse. As I dug my fingers inside the blouse, Preet expanded her chest, effectively obscenely pushing her breasts out, practically into his face. He grabbed them and brought her forward for a kiss. I removed the first hook with a bit of difficulty but the subsequent ones came off easily. Her milky white, naked skin on the back was so inviting. I touched it, caressed it and gently ran my hand up and down on her back. Finally, I pushed my hands until they locked into her shoulders, gently lifting the blouse off her. Preet lifted her hands and helped me to remove the blouse. The blouse was rather tight, maybe because her bust line had increased in a year. She had even avoided wearing a bra. Of course, Inder’s father’s eyes were feasting on the milky breasts that were full of milk. Removing the blouse seemed far more difficult than I had imagined because of the bangles that kept on grabbing the cloth.

“She is a real jersey cow,” he said as he inspected her breasts and felt her soft boobs. Preet blushed and turned away her face as his crude language was getting to her. There was a moment of silence as he caressed her breasts and rubbed her nipples.

“Preet,” I whispered into her ear. “Need to remove the lehenga.” She looked at me for a moment. She was still in a trance as slowly stood up. I knelt in front of her and looked up and admired her beautifully sculpted body. Finding the knot on her waist, I found the loose end and gently tugged on it. It was rather straightforward, and the lehenga fell to the floor. Now Preet was completely naked except for the semi-transparent, laced panties she wore under the lehenga.

“Show me your wife’s beautiful body,” he said, guiding me to turn her around for his benefit. Preet seemed embarrassed, but I did that.

“Why don’t we do a little ramp walk?” he said. Preet was blushing, but she seemed to gain confidence and as I led her to the corner of the room, she gave me a nervous smile and first walked hesitantly.

“Come on Preet,” he encouraged. “Flaunt your body for your admirers.”

She slowly returned to her original position and this time, she walked down the ramp with a bit of flair and exaggerated movement of her hips.

“There you go,” he encouraged. “Wasn’t that easy?”

“Your wife is gorgeous, Manni,” he said, slapping her butt. It was a rather tight slap and Preet was taken back but and even though it stung, she bit her lip and let the pain sink in instead of complaining.

“Manni, isn’t that hurting,” he said, pointing to my erect pole. “Let go of your underwear, now. You got nothing special.”

I turned beet red but got rid of my underwear. “Your vest too,” he reminded me. Now, I was buck naked in front of them. My penis still continued to be shamelessly erect.

“Come here,” he said. “Show me how beautiful your wife is.”

I didn’t know what he was saying, but I stepped closer to her and then embraced her from behind and lifted her breasts and flaunted them for his benefit. He was sitting right there on the bed and I nudged her forward and naturally I guided her nipple into his eager mouth. I squeezed her breast until milk drained into his mouth. He seemed to enjoy it and after drinking her milk for a minute, he suddenly bit hard on her nipples. “Ouch…” seethed Preet, but she said nothing to him.

“Preet, is Manni’s penis trying to nestle between your ass cheeks?” he asked. She nodded.

“Is it trying to enter your pussy?” he asked. I felt odd holding her breasts up for him already and his antics weren’t helping. She shook her head, containing her smile.

“He is an obedient husband then?” he asked, surprised.

“No Babuji, his penis can’t get past my ass cheeks,” she teased as she pushed her butt back against me. Inder’s father feasted on her breasts and started licking and nibbling on them. Preet was listless and moaned as he continued to kiss her breasts. Preet held his head and played with his hair. “Babuji…” I heard mutter intermittently. After several minutes, he let go of her. I could see milk dripping her nipples and also her lips and face plastered with that thin, white liquid.

“Isn’t it time I got out of my shabby clothes?” he said. Preet grabbed my hand and directed me to help with it. I felt ashamed but removed his shirt with relative ease. His dark body with a gray patch of hair on chest looked pretty good for a man of his age. I then tugged on the knot that held his underwear together at his waist. He stood up, and the underwear slid down and I saw his majestic specimen. Even though I avoided looking at it, my eyes kept on riveting to it. It was a mean piece of dark meat hanging carelessly from the grayest patch of hair. If I thought my eyes were on his piece, I noticed that even Preet’s eyes were rooted on his specimen.

“Nothing shabby about this, ha?” he said, as he made Preet sit on the bed. I was standing there, and he pulled me close so that I was standing right next to him. He grabbed Preet’s hand and guided it to his penis and said, “Tell me Preet, which one do you prefer?”

Preet instinctively grabbed my penis and stroked my taut penis as well. Inder’s father’s penis was semi-rigid but still substantially bigger than mine. Preet’s hair was nicely tied behind her head as it was normal for brides to do. She looked at both the penises and kept on stroking and then she knelt down in front of us and continued to slowly stroke our penis until we were fully erect.

“Tell me Preet,” he said, lifting her chin. Preet looked up and then lowered her eyes.

To my utter dismay, Preet leaned forward and took his penis into her mouth. She let go of my penis and slowly started licking his penis. She grabbed his butt and pulled him closer and started desperately sucking on his tool. Watching her pink lips stretched on his dark tool reminded me of my cuckold status in her life. Preet had almost forgotten about me and completely focused on his penis.

“Preet, help your husband also,” he taunted and even led his hand to my penis that needed a lot of attention. Preet only grabbed it and stroked it a few times without even looking at me. Preet was so engrossed in making love to his schlong that it didn’t matter if it was a dick or just a piece of wood. After a moment, she stopped stroking and only held onto my penis while voraciously gulping his massive cock. And then she let it go and turned her attention fully on his cock. He sat on the bed and spread his legs as Preet continued her sucking. He gently pulled her head in as she bobbed it up and on his dark penis.

He laid back and lifted his legs and let Preet continue.

“I suppose Preet has made it clear, Manni; she is no longer interested in your midget penis,” he said.

“So, why don’t you stop watching and prepare your wife for me.”

“Dear, why don’t you get on your fours?” he urged. “Isn’t that your favorite position?”

She stood on her fours and presented her bum for me to lick. I knelt behind her and pushed my tongue up her bum. I always relished her butt and eagerly probed her anus with my tongue. Still my attention was on how slavishly Preet was servicing him. Now she couldn’t even use her hands, so it was only her mouth that was doing the hard work.

Preet was now sucking his large testicles. They were much larger than my puny testicles and surely resulted from him gorging on those goat testicles, I thought.

“Ooh…” he moaned as Preet sucked in his nut and pleasured it with her tongue inside her mouth. It was perhaps the first time I watched Preet from such close quarters. Preet was in an entirely different land; my presence didn’t make any difference as she was completely engrossed in pleasuring her lover. I moved to her pussy and started bathing it with my saliva as she pushed her pussy back by rolling her pelvis forward and lifting her bum.

After licking his sacs for a few minutes, she pushed her tongue into his anus and gave it nice lashing. He continuously moaned as Preet unabashedly kept on pleasuring him with her tongue. Preet had spent a good ten minutes showering her love, and it seemed it was time to move to the next step.

He got up and invited Preet on the bed. I stood up and waited for instructions.

“Manni, turn on the other light,” he said. “You deserve a good show.”

He laid next to Preet and started kissing her passionately. I could see Preet undulating her hips in anticipation as she kept on kissing him and subtly invited him to mount her. After a few more minutes of kissing, Inder’s father got on top of Preet and I saw her eagerly spread her legs for him. He laid on top of her and kept on kissing and slowly grinding his pelvis against her pussy. I took the VIP seat on the other end of the bed, directly looking at their butts. A few more minutes passed and then I saw him lift himself and wait for Preet to guide his penis to the entrance. Preet tantalizingly rubbed his large knob against her slit. It looked ominous and even though Preet had delivered recently, she had been regularly exercising to get back in shape. So, even her pussy returned to more or less her original shape. After a few moments of probing, she aligned his penis at the entrance and he pushed it in. Preet grunted as he fully bottomed inside her after a few cursory strokes. Preet instinctively lifted her legs to maximize the penetration and Inder’s father hollered, “Hold her leg in place.”

I knelt on the bed and grabbed her ankle to keep her in position. Inder’s father started his stroking and as expected Preet started moaning and in a matter of a couple of minutes she whimpered with her orgasm. It amazed me how quickly she would hit her orgasms with her lovers. Inder’s father furiously stroked her. The room was filled with the sounds of their slapping bodies and I could see that both of them were profusely sweating. After a few minutes, he lay on top of her as I let go of her leg and grasped her hand. She held it hard as Inder’s father continued his onslaught by only rocking his pelvis back and forth. Preet and he were in an entirely different world as they kept on kissing and encouraging each other. Over ten minutes passed but Inder’s father didn’t show any sign of climaxing.

Preet felt uncomfortable in that position and urged him to change her position. I thought little about it but later on Preet told me she spotted her father peeping in through the second door of the room. She wanted to perhaps make a point and hence she got on all fours and presented her ass to Inder’s father. He smacked hard on her butt a few times. I could see her flinch and even see her butt become deep red, but she didn’t complain. I noticed her pull her ass cheeks to show her puckered hole. Her hand wearing the kara reminded me of the vows she took with me and yet she was offering her holes to another man.

“Baby, Babuji owns my pussy,” she exhaled. Inder’s father gave her butt a couple of more smacks and said, “Don’t forget your ass, bitch!”

“Yes, Honey. He owns my body. I am his whore,” she exclaimed.

She turned to him and said, “My ass has waited too long for your dick.” and squarely presented her butt to him. Inder’s father was fully ready, and he pushed his penis against the hole.

“Uuuhhh…” grunted Preet as her tight sphincter muscles refused to yield. But Inder’s father was in no mood to take it easy and rode her without mercy forgetting that she was a green horse for anal sex. As usual Preet, winced in pain as the initial friction of piercing through her tight sphincters was unbearable. But he didn’t care and started roughly fucking her. Preet’s sobbing continued for a few minutes until she got used to his girth and her back hole seemed adequately lubricated and dilated. As Preet got comfortable, she started grunting and encouraging him, “Oh fuck me.” “Fuck your whore’s ass.” “Make me your slut.” Preet was delirious and I could see that she was racing away towards her orgasm.

The bed rocked and there was a constant stream of sounds of bodies slapping and bed creaking. After about ten minutes of this intense fucking, he finally relented and fell forward. Preet too fell forward as he unloaded in her ass. I could see his throbbing penis and sphincter muscles from close quarters that gave me a clear idea that he was hosing her with his semen. They lay motionless in that state for a little while and then he got up. Preet continued to lie in that position; I could clearly see the gaping hole he left. Even her pussy lips looked very much dilated.

Inder’s father was done and called it a night. He dressed and with little fanfare he left. I too dressed and escorted him. On his way, he said, “Manni, I am feeling like eating a paan. Can you get one for me?”

To oblige him, I quickly wore my clothes and told Preet that I would be back in 15 minutes. All the nearby shops would have closed but the shops from the main market should be still open.

Preet turned on her back and lay calmly as I rushed out. What happened next completely shocked me. If Preet hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have ever learned about it. Preet was exhausted and didn’t care to wear her clothes and just lay there in a spread eagle position on her back.

Preet stared at the second door that was slightly ajar and said, “You can come in Daddy.”

Preet knew her father was watching her and could even see touching himself as she acted as a slut for Inder’s father. There are moments of hesitation but perhaps his hormones were getting better of him and he stepped forward from the shadows. He stared at the gaping hole of pussy that was soggy wet and the small puddle of leaking cum under her butt.

Either Preet was too exhausted and or in a raunchy mood and she didn’t make a move and let her father take in the spectacle in front of him. He sat down on the bed as the bed creaked with his weight. Preet’s father was a tall man and was an inch taller than even Inder’s father. He touched her vulva and gently rubbed it. Preet shivered as she felt her father’s fingers invade her pussy.

“Didn’t realize my dearest daughter has become such a slut,” he whispered.

“Do you love me Daddy? Love the slut that I have become?” she mumbled.

His fingers traced her pussy lips and entered her dilated vagina. Preet grunted as she felt the roughness of his actions. Watching his beautiful, young daughter ravaged in front of him and her pussy shamelessly staring at him, a sudden animalistic hunger gripped him as he grabbed her legs and spread them.

“No Daddy,” she pleaded, trying to bring her legs together.

His hunger couldn’t be restrained anymore as he got on top of her and sunk into her sloppy hole in a flash. Preet grunted as she took his large equipment and after making futile attempts of pushing him back simply surrendered to the depraved feeling. Her father started stroking her and Preet convulsed with pleasurable sensations. She had orgasmed twice that night already, so all she could feel was just experiencing the pleasurable sensations of being stretched by something larger than usual.

After a couple of minutes of stroking, he finally latched onto his daughter’s lips and they passionately kissed. All the pent up hunger over the years finally found a vent.

“I love you beta,” he whispered between his strokes. Preet responded, “I love you too Daddy.”

After a few minutes of stroking, he ejaculated inside her. Just the way Inder’s father hosed her, even her father flooded her pussy.

“I am sorry beta,” he said as the reality sunk in.

“It’s okay Daddy. It’s your pussy; if you can’t mount then who else can?” she replied.

As he lifted himself off his daughter’s body, he was overcome with shame. A loud puck sound made the void he left clear. Preet’s senses were heightened, but she didn’t notice her father’s size—certainly much larger than mine. Preet moved in and took his penis in her mouth, sucking off their combined juices as he reached for a rag to clean himself.

“It’s better if this is clean,” she said quietly. “Mommy will not notice. And don’t forget to put some perfume on to cover up my body odor.”

He hurried out of that room. Preet lay there silently basking in that after sex euphoric feeling. Soon after that I returned and found her in that delicate state. She was tired with all the intense fucking she received and seemed to have dozed off. I quickly locked the door and knelt down by the bedside and inspected her used pussy. The pungent, musky odor of semen hit me and I felt the strange urge that I had when Abhi had screwed Preet at Nupur’s place. I leaned forward and inhaled the smell of their mating juices and pushed my tongue forward. I traced her pussy lips with my tongue, fully expecting Preet to wake up but she was blissfully asleep. As I pushed my tongue in her pussy the familiar, bitter taste of semen hit me. I thought perhaps Inder’s father’s semen trickled down her ass into her pussy. For a few moments, I thought she was pretending, so I continued my licking but after several minutes, I knew she was fast asleep.

Preet lay motionless for several minutes even as I continued to lick her pussy. She moaned softly and shifted her pelvis occasionally, still it happened involuntarily and maybe she thought she was dreaming. After a while, she woke up and pulled me in and moaned. “Manni…”

“Lick that semen. Get used to it,” she whispered, as she bent her legs. I needed no further encouragement and pushed my tongue fully up her pussy and licked it. Preet continued to moan and kept on pulling my face in. After I cleaned up her pussy, I also pushed tongue down to her ass and cleaned it as well. Preet was tired and made little body movements apart from occasional moaning.

Even though she was fully exhausted, I needed relief, so I tried to get on top of her.

“Honey,” she whispered. “Not tonight. I am exhausted. Besides, don’t you have to get permission from Inder’s father before mounting me?”

It was utterly humiliating but I simply lay down next to her. Preet didn’t care and simply dozed off.