Childhood Friend Takes My Wife

I am a 40-year-old man married for over 14 years. My wife is a beautiful 32-year-old woman, who is still pretty having delivered four children. We hail from an upper middle class business family and even though both of us are well-educated, we are very much into growing our family business. Ours was an arranged marriage as is normal in such families that have made quite some name by starting small and making it big over a couple of generations.

An interesting fact about our family is that we all are quite short. My wife and I were the tallest at 5' 3"; perhaps my wife was 5' 4" but she never countered me. It was not easy growing up as a midget as most of my friends were average and only some were tall. I was often bullied due to my height as a child but somewhere around my teenage years I met Arun, who became my best friend and shielded me from such unsavory experiences. He was 2 years elder to me but was in my class as he had failed twice. We became good friends over the next few years; I also helped him pass some exams. Much later did I learn in life that he failed not because of lack of intelligence; it was simply lack of application.

He was sexually more experienced and mature and helped me overcome the shyness of my sexuality. Some of my early memories were trying various things such as smoking and drugs. Despite all his shortcomings, he was mature and never became addicted to anything and ensured that I didn't either. I remember once we both masturbated together and was mesmerized seeing his hard, erect penis. He joked, "my god you are really tiny there man." I felt ashamed watching his giant specimen. Still he didn't belittle or ridicule me. There was a phase where we would watch pornographic movies and often jack off together. Somewhere the talk about other women cropped up and one day it turned to my elder sister.

Arun never shied away from sharing his thoughts about my sister, who was 11 years elder to me and has been married for the last 5 years. He would often take her name while we were shagging, and although I dissuaded him several times, he would brush me off saying that he was only helping her. He used to mention that there was something wrong with my brother-in-law as after almost 5 years of marriage they still didn't have any children. Soon after their 5th anniversary, they both were at our place for a few weeks. Around that time, Arun started seriously mooting a proposal to seduce my sister, and he wanted my help.

I had seen him seduce at least a dozen girls in our neighborhood and perhaps had taken the virginity of at least half of them. Due to his association I got to sample a couple of girls, and although I didn't get to have actual intercourse with them, I felt obliged to him in some way.

My sister was 28 years old at that time and had turned out to be an amazingly pretty woman. After marriage, she put on substantial weight that made her entire body structure rather voluptuous. Even though she stood only 5' 2", she had wide hips and amazing breasts for her height and figure. She was incredibly fair due to our Marwari origins and I could understand why Arun was fond of her. However, my sister Mamta always detested him and cautioned me to stay away from him. However, over the years she tolerated his presence in our house and accepted him as my friend.

Although I have never seen my sister naked after Arun started talking about her in a sexual manner, I started paying attention to her activities. I knew that she had a very active sex life with her husband and practically had sex every night; at least the nights they stayed at our place. Her room was right next to mine, so I could easily sense what went on every night. During that trip I noticed that she was actually tracking her ovulation period using some strips she got from her doctor. I thought Arun had noticed it at that time, but I was wrong.

On the eventful day, we were all playing cards downstairs and getting generally drunk. I noticed that my sister was not happy and kept on urging my brother-in-law to stop the playing, but he ignored her and got thoroughly inebriated. Mamta herself had a few drinks and headed to her bedroom. After half-hour, I noticed that Arun had vanished too; getting nervous, I excused myself and headed upstairs to see if he was in my room. He wasn't. I hurriedly stepped out on the balcony that spanned across our two bedrooms and peeped into her bedroom.

My horny friend had slid next to her on the bed and slowly hugged her from behind. The bedside lamp on the far end faintly illuminated the room. The bed itself was right by the window where I was standing. He gently caressed her belly and slowly pulled down her "pallu", the part of the Saree that covers a woman's breasts, to expose her breasts. He carefully nuzzled into her neck and started showering her with small kisses. I was right by the window; only 2-3 feet away from them and could even hear my listless sister moan as he moved to kneading her breasts. My moron friend had taken the boldest step in his life; either it would pay off big time or he would get his ass kicked, I thought.

Arun was masterful as he slowly kneaded her breasts and squeezed them. Mamta was growing listless, and it seemed she was getting worked up but still seemed to be under the influence of alcohol. He turned her on her back and started kissing on her lips. Her lips were parted, and she was breathing from her mouth while Arun seemed to be kissing her. He unbuttoned her blouse and latched onto her breasts. She seemed to be waking up and started fondly playing with his hair as he nibbled on her tits.

This continued for a few minutes and Mamta seemed to be finally fully awake. When Arun reached out to kiss her on the mouth, she slapped him. "Arun you son-of-a-bitch," she cursed him, "aren't you ashamed of fucking your elder sister?"

"Mamta Didi I am sorry, but I have always been attracted to you," he said and waited for her to respond.

She pulled her blouse together and started buttoning them.

"What are you looking at," she shot at him, "now go before anyone catches us like this."

"Come on Mamta Didi," he pleaded, "everyone is either asleep, drunk, or busy playing card games."

"Idiot now leave," she shoved his hand away as he tried to hug her, "this is not a good time."

"Please Didi, at least let me kiss you," he pleaded.

"When did you grow up?" she asked, blushing.

"Have you been with a lot of women?" she asked.

"No Didi. Only girls. You are the only married woman I have been attracted to," he said, trying to flatter her.

"Is Jignesh into such things as well?"

"No Didi. He is a good, obedient, studious boy. It's only me; maybe because I have come of age now," he replied.

"If you talk to anyone about this, I will cut your balls," she said, "no boasting with your friends."

"I promise Didi."

"Come here," she said and laid back on the bed.

"Keep your pelvis away from mine," she warned, "we are only going to kiss."

After that what I witnessed was something out of the world. My sister Mamta kissed him as I once saw her kiss my brother-in-law. Arun was obedient for the most part and only kissed her. There was no pretense; he confidently latched onto her lips and although she felt overwhelmed, she parted her lips and embraced him lovingly.

"You are a terrific kisser," she whispered, somewhere around the 5 minute mark. That's when Arun started pushing things. He started kneading and massaging her tits gently. He pulled away her "pallu" once again and slowly started kissing her neck and moved towards her chest. As he slowly started unbuttoning her blouse, I noticed her kissing him lovingly.

"You have beautiful breasts Didi," he said, "I wish I could suckle on them when you start breastfeeding."

"When the time comes you can," she responded.

Even in the darkness her breasts looked so amazing. Her nipples were still quite tiny and Arun made every attempt to nibble and bite them as he made love to her breasts. Mamta was now moaning and I noticed that Arun was finally straddling her. Mamta was yielding finally and I saw her hand creep into his pajamas and squeeze his penis. I was sure she would be pleasantly surprised by his equipment. And just as I expected, there was a sudden change in her demeanor. She pushed back on him and kissed him voraciously and soon after that offered her breasts to feast on. Her hand moved to his penis and she slowly started massaging and stroking it.

"I am sure you must have fantasized about this, right?"

"Feeding on your Didi's breasts."

"Hmm.." he mumbled as he hungrily lapped her breasts. The sight in front of me was surreal as I could see how much she was enjoying it and her massive breasts gently drooping down into his mouth was a sight I could never forget.

After about another few minutes of this, she finally gave in and moved southwards and pulled down his pajamas. Nestling in between his legs, she whispered, "you are quite a stud Arun."

"Are you clean? Have you slept with any prostitute?" she asked, inspecting his cock.

"No Didi. I never slept with any prostitute. There are plenty of girls and women who are willing to sleep with me. And I always use a condom with the ones that I don't know well," he replied.

"Do you have a condom?"

"No Didi," he responded.

She got down from the bed and picked up one from her bedside table drawer and taking her position she took his penis in her mouth. Arun moaned and it was clear to me that he was enjoying my sister's warm mouth. She spent a little time and then put the condom on his penis.

"This is very small for you," she mumbled nervously and laying down asked him to mount her.

"Didi this will not hold," he said as he aligned his penis with her vagina.

"Are you on a pill?" he asked.

"No Arun. It's fine; come make love to your Didi," she said and drew him into her embrace and started kissing him. As I noticed her grimace, I realized that Arun had penetrated her and perhaps was pushing beyond her comfort zone. At one moment, she pushed back on him and was gasping for air. Arun was an expert; after the first minute or two, he started his onslaught and just hearing her moans and groans I understood that she had never experienced such a thing in her life. She was in heaven and only after about 3-4 minutes of stroking, shook with an incredible climax.

Arun later told me that he had at that point proved his utility to her and everything after that was a bonus for the woman. They softly whispered to each other, which I was able to hear only because I was standing right by their head and was attuned to the environment inside.

"The condom is broken already Didi," he whispered, "it's all rolled up."

"Do you want me to try with a new one?"

"Yes they were made for normal people," she said, blushing, "not for you my love."

"Didi but you are not on the pill," he said in a concerned tone.

"Don't worry Arun. Just make love to your Didi. Breed her and maybe a year later you can feed on her breasts as you had always fantasized," she said.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Arun took his time and rode her for another 10 minutes or so and ejaculated inside her. She held onto him as spurt after spurt he ejaculated inside her. They stayed in that position for a little while chit-chatting about other things, and then she asked him to leave. He was interested in doing it again, but she said that it was enough adventure for one night. I returned to my room and pretended to be asleep.

Arun joined me a little later and went to bed. We both slept for what seemed like a couple of hours, but I couldn't sleep as those images were still rolling in my mind. After what seemed like 2-3 hours or so, I got disturbed by the sound of the door. I woke up and noticed that Arun was not by my side. I slowly stepped out and got back to my original position and noticed that he had mounted my sister and was stroking her once again. She was kissing him voraciously and had pulled back her legs for allowing deeper penetration. My beautiful Didi was behaving like a complete slut now. It seemed my brother-in-law decided to sleep downstairs instead of getting an earful from her in the middle of the night. I didn't have the stamina anymore to eavesdrop on them, so I headed back and finally drifted to sleep.

Next morning he finally initiated the conversation, "Thanks Jignesh for your understanding. Your sister Mamta is incredibly beautiful and deserves a lot more love and attention than she is getting now. Hope you don't have any hard feelings about me leaving last night early."

"So you slept with her?" I asked. He smiled and nodded.

"And what's more," he said, "you are soon going to become an Uncle."

"I feel that she always had the hots for me and that's why she was always cautious around me or purposefully avoided me," he added.

Since she was my sister, we didn't dive into too many details, but I witnessed the same thing the following night as once again he managed to orchestrate another card playing party for the families and escaped in the middle of the night to mate with my sister. He mounted her the next day afternoon as well and perhaps one other night just before she was about to leave. About 2 ½ months later when I got the good news from our sister, I knew that the bastard Arun had scored with her.

As expected my sister stayed at our place from perhaps 6th month onwards and that bastard Arun started staying with us on some pretext or another. He managed to slip out every night and fucked my sister in the next bedroom. I even saw him take her anally. They never found out that I was eavesdropping on them, but I started noticing that my sister's behavior started changing towards me. She always loved me, but now she seemed to shower even more love on me. As expected, she delivered a very healthy boy and even the Doctor commented how tall the baby was. It was a surprise to everyone as both the mother and father were actually very short.

On my 18th birthday my sister surprised me with a birthday cake in the middle of the night. Everyone was asleep; it was not normal for us to surprise the previous night, but she wanted to celebrate it with me and hence dragged me to her bedroom waking me up from my deep sleep. After bolting the door, she took the small cake with one candle lit in her hands and facing me said, "Jignesh I wanted your 18th birthday to be special."

"You know that I love you, right?" she said, looking at me.

"Of course Didi."

Keeping the cake aside on the bedside table, she said, "we can cut the cake, but I think you deserve even sweeter."

She took my hands in hers and stepped closer to me and said, "I also want to thank you for bringing your friend Arun into our lives."

"I hope you understand what I am saying," she said looking into my eyes. When I couldn't understand what she was hinting towards; I couldn't believe that she knew that I knew about her affair with him.

"Look I know that you have seen me several times make love with Arun," she said. I froze, but she drew me closer into an embrace and said, "Don't worry. I

am not mad."

"I know you too long to suck nectar from my lips just the way Arun had longed."

She confidently pulled my face forward and offered her lips. It was surreal. I had never imagined how soft and tasty her lips were. Her breath was so fresh and inviting that I couldn't resist but reciprocate as she kissed me passionately. I held her in a tight embrace and continued to kiss her. After a minute or two, she broke and said, "I think we should cut the cake."

We finished the celebration and laid down on the bed. She said, "Jignesh we have to keep this a tight-lipped secret. You got to understand we are real brothers and sisters and can't really do all the things that I do with Arun. Are you understanding?"

I hesitantly nodded as I laid next to her.

"We can kiss and hug each other. I can even breastfeed you, but we can't have intercourse. I can jerk you off but that's about it."

"Why Didi?" I asked.

"I told you didn't I?"

"You are still a child for me," she said, "come let me feed you."

She opened up the flap of her gown and exposed those heavenly breasts that I had seen from the window every time they made love.

"Can I kiss Didi?" I asked, and she softly answered, "Yes dear, you can feast on them but please be gentle."

I was lost in the world of lust as I kissed every part of her breast and even sucked on her blemish-less skin, leaving it red and bruised. Her milk was fairly diluted compared to regular milk but tasted very good. After almost an hour of this, she finally put her hand into my shorts and started jerking me off. She started kissing me voraciously as she did this and around that time whispered, "Jignesh, I think we should only kiss when I am jerking you off. It doesn't seem right otherwise."

It took me only 2 minutes to ejaculate. I was so worked up that I couldn't have delayed it for much long. She asked me to leave after that, and I reluctantly stepped out. She c

alled me a few more times that week to help me out, and it was almost similar to the other nights. Whenever, Arun was around I didn't get any help from her. It was to be understood that she had important things to handle the nights when Arun was around.

We grew much closer in the following years and even though she said we should only kiss while she jerked me off, she made it a point to kiss me every time she visited our house or when I visited her. Those kisses often lasted 4-5 minutes and were quite intense. Later on she also added kisses when she would leave our place.

Barring those sexual episodes everything else was normal between us, and it just felt normal to me after a little while. Arun impregnated my sister 3 times in our house. After her third child was delivered, I got engaged to a very pretty young girl. Just like my sister she was incredibly beautiful and perhaps an inch taller than me at 5' 4". Her body, however, was very slender. She had an almost model like figure except for her bust that seemed a little bigger on her physique.

During one of the breastfeeding sessions, my sister finally opened up to me and said why she never allowed me to have intercourse with her. Apart from the fact that she felt it to be awkward, one of the key drivers was Arun's insistence. He demanded that she not let me mount her. She told me that he had plans to seduce my wife and fuck her. After my engagement he made it clear to my sister that he would have her on our wedding night or perhaps before that. I was in a state of shock and asked her why she was supporting such a vile man instead of her own brother. She stayed silent and said that she was afraid of him blackmailing her so couldn't refuse him.

Arun and I had talked about my future wife perhaps 6 years ago, and he always told me that he would help me with my intimate duties just the way he had helped my brother-in-law. Ever since he took my sister I always had this feeling that he would take my wife as well. Even more importantly, I always wanted him to in my fantasies. Mamta, my sister's affair with him was over 8 years old now, and he had impregnated her thrice during that time. She had herself struggled with the guilt but for her there was simply no way out. Apparently she had tried for 5 years to get pregnant but only after Arun's affair started she conceived for the first time. After that she could not stop as her family wanted a lot of children, and it seems only he could give her those children.

Arun had always been fond of my sister ever since he became my friend, but it took a long while for my sister to accept him. Eventually he got from her not just the love he wanted but also a way to realize his taboo feelings towards her. When I finally spoke about my fears and worries, Mamta asked me, "When he first revealed to you that he would try to seduce me, did the thought of you seducing me come to your mind, or you always wanted him to seduce me?"

"I always wanted him to seduce you. I didn't have dirty thoughts about you and even if I had they were always fleeting."

"Even now as you realize that he would seduce your wife do you want to stop him or do you feel that she should surrender to him?"

When I didn't answer, she consoled me, "Jignesh even though it seems strange to you now, this sort of feeling is not uncommon. Your brother-in-law is aware of my affair with Arun. He learned about it during my first pregnancy itself. Apparently, he knew that he had very low sperm count and due to which suffered from low self-esteem that affected his sex life with me. I wouldn't say that my sex life with him is great but it is better than what it used to be."

"You know how big Arun is and how much pleasure he gives me, right?" she continued.

"If you always fantasized and imagined your future wife in my place then this is your chance to live it."

"Your brother-in-law is comfortable with the knowledge that I have a lover but you desire to see your wife mate with such a hot stud."

There was nothing hidden from her. She also knew that I eavesdropped on her on a regular basis; especially when she made me aware of her fertile period. Surprisingly Arun seemed to be unaware of my presence during his sessions with her or perhaps he didn't care.

"You are right Didi, I still get excited seeing you with him and I imagine the same would happen when he is with Hetal," I said. Hetal was the name of my future wife.

"You think it's ok?" I asked.

"It's up to you Jignesh," she replied, "a lot depends on whether your wife likes it or not but after shedding her inhibitions, I am confident that she would love sleeping with him for sure."

"You don't have to do anything from your side, if Jignesh likes her then he will definitely make a move and if she reciprocates then something may happen. I suppose you are not averse to that idea," she said.

I nodded.

"If this does start," she said, "be ready to raise his kids; because I don't think he will use any sort of protection."

I had no reason to doubt that.

Hetal was a big city girl; she was far more educated, and experienced than me in almost every way. She had just turned 18 when we got engaged; her parents were rather conventional, as were mine, and didn't want to wait for too long. I was 8 years elder to her but that didn't bother them. She stood about 5' 4", about a inch taller than me and seemed to be on the healthier side. She had beautiful big eyes and large, pouty lips. Her hair was long, thick, and silky that she usually wore in one braid. She was extremely fair and was gifted with a blemishless complexion almost like my sister. My sister had a sharp nose while hers was a little rounder and my sister had pale white complexion while Hetal had an olive tinge to her complexion that gave her face extra spark. She had a pretty good figure and a sizable bust for her height.

Once our engagement was done, we both were allowed to meet on a regular basis and that's when we started coming closer to each other. She was rather frank about everything and felt that since we are signing up for a lifelong commitment it is better to not hide much from each other. Over a few weeks, we graduated to kissing each other but those were rather shallow kisses as we both were conscious about how the other person would perceive us. She was experienced and shared that she had two boyfriends in the past and that she had indulged them with some kissing. A few other cousins and friends had misbehaved with her a few times but nothing major; more importantly she promised that she was still a virgin. She was so pretty that I was surprised that she even agreed to marry me. I was pretty good looking but lacked in the height department.Our family was well to do and perhaps that was an advantage in such alliances.

Just spending the two months with Hetal, I felt that she was a good match for me. She was bold while I was a little shy and reserved. She was talkative while I was the silent type. She liked attention while I usually tried to run away from it. I was the intellectual type and she was the street smart one. She also developed pretty good rapport with my family, so I was extremely pleased with our parent's choices. Our marriage was about a month away and the critical decision still weighed on my mind.

My conversation with my sister on the topic had definitely given me some clarity but it was a critical decision for me, so I didn't want to simply take her advice on it. Imagining my wife with Arun had been one of the most persistent fantasies throughout my life. After meeting Hetal the desire to see her with him had become even more intense. As I learned more about her outgoing nature and her liberal attitude towards sex, I felt that she may not be entirely averse to this idea. However, in my mind I wanted to be clear on why I wanted this in the first place. If I didn't want it then I should perhaps make it very clear with Arun so he doesn't get any wrong ideas. Arun was out during our engagement so he had still not met her; he had relocated to a different area and was now visiting us on an occasional basis.

On the surface it seemed that my sister had written off my brother-in-law's sexual performance completely but upon prying further details from her I didn't think that was entirely true. Our mind often plays tricks on us. They had sex actively, almost on a daily basis barring the normal exceptions. Their sexual episodes lasted almost an hour on a regular basis and on weekends were much longer. They indulged in almost everything. Even though she didn't rate his performance highly she regularly orgasmed while having sex with her husband. If Arun had vanished from her life it would not have made much difference to her as other things were already compensating for it in her life.

It was true though that her orgasm's were intense with Arun and even her episodes with him lasted significantly longer and also they tended to do multiple times during the night. However, I felt that was mostly due to the limited time they had together, which they both wanted to fully capitalize. My sister had confessed that I was equipped like her husband and that Arun was more than twice as long and thick. Somewhere in her mind this stark difference had been etched. When one compared the performances in all honesty, Arun won hands down but whether it was worth taking the risk of having an affair and ruining one's marriage or not was an entirely different question.

The more I thought about it, I had come to a realization that only Hetal could make that decision for us. Either way I would be fine; although in all honesty I would have loved to see her mate with him but the repercussions bothered me sometimes. S

ince I was the intellectual type, I thought of writing an agreement for myself beforehand, so that I don't ever go back and blame anyone else.

Arun arrived about 3 weeks before my marriage and he would be with me all the while until after my marriage. It was a very short period and I didn't think he could score with her in that short span of time and that too before my marriage, I felt that if he could then he certainly deserved something special. I knew for Arun to get a kiss from her would not be that difficult but if he was able to make him give her a blowjob then he certainly deserved to mate with her for life. And if he was able to mount her even before our marriage then he totally deserved to impregnate her. It was a simple yet effective way for me to be honest with my own feelings.

Arun was fawning all over Hetal since the very moment he met her. He was practically smitten by her beauty and her ripe, young body. It took not more than an hour or two for him to put her at complete ease and bring himself up as her close confidante from our side. He was such a charmer and it seemed and over the years, he had perfected his art. He was 10 years elder to her but it seemed that had it been in any other context, he would woo her in a matter of a few days. Still the challenge I had put in front of him, although he was unaware of it, was quite tall. To be fair to him, I thought of providing him ample opportunities and hence made a plan to meet with her on a daily basis and usually Arun tagged along or was around us.

About a week and half had passed and I didn't seem to catch anything happening between them. That's when I got alerted and thought perhaps I was looking for wrong things or was entirely missing what was happening between them. Hetal and I spoke about him a lot and it was apparent that Hetal liked his company a lot. Apart from being a well-known philanderer, he was highly educated from a premier Engineering institute and had started his own company. The old Arun who was a laggard in studies was gone; ever since his affair with my sister started something had changed; perhaps it brought stability to his life and he could focus on studies. Hetal asked me why he was still not married; she knew that he was older than me. I didn't think anything happened between them but I felt that Hetal had started liking him.

Anyway, we went for a movie together that week and Arun joined us as well. To make him comfortable, we had Hetal sit between the two of us. Hetal had brought a shawl with her as she claimed she always felt cold inside the theater. For some reason, I was more alert this time; perhaps it was due to the relative darkness inside the theater. We had chosen one of those special box rooms to watch the movie. Don't know why I chose such a setting but I felt that both Arun & Hetal deserved such an opportunity.

Hetal spent a lot of time talking with me; practically ignoring him more or less. Arun spent his initial time getting snacks and cold drinks and making both of us comfortable. We chatted a lot and I dropped a hint that she better talk to Arun as well.

"Of course Jignesh," she playfully responded, "I know he is your best friend. I will make sure he is entertained as well."

She smiled and asked, "Don't you think Arun is too fond of your fiance?"

"I know he is a charmer; be careful of him," I said smiling. She smiled and shifted her attention to him. He had just arrived bringing all the goodies along. She passed them to me and when I asked why she is not eating, she responded, "I don't want your good friend to complain about my bad breath."

I was surprised how she was talking and now I seriously started to wonder what was going on.

"What's going on Hetal?"

"Nothing Jignesh," she smiled and softly whispered, "You should be telling me this. Only a week before our marriage; you bring me here for watching a movie; in such a private place; but also drag along with your best friend."

"And you hardly seem to notice that he is keenly interested in your fiancé," she said.

"No it's not like that," I said.

"And you have me seated between the two of you. I take it as if you don't want him to feel left out."

"Even Mamta Didi told me that you have shared everything with him," she added.

I tried raising my voice, and she immediately said, "Shut up Jignesh."

"Please don't create a scene," she softly added.

"Listen if what I have said is not true then please make an excuse, so we can get out from here right away," she added and gave me a stern look.

"Why?"

"What do you mean why? He has been hitting on me Jignesh," she seethed.

"It would look bad Hetal," I pleaded. Not sure what was going through my mind, but you could say that I blinked for a moment. Hetal restlessly sat in her seat and waited for me to act on it. I stood up and made up some stupid excuse for myself and said to Arun that we would have to leave. Arun was surprised and didn't understand what was going on but calmly responded, "It's fine Jignesh why don't you go ahead. I will drop Hetal after the movie. You are fine Hetal?"

Hetal nervously nodded and that left me no chance but to stay back. I said I will leave in about half-hour and settled in my chair. Hetal once again whispered to me, "Jignesh grow some balls. And if you can't, then perhaps it is only appropriate that I entertain the only man here."

She waited for a few more minutes and then opened her shawl and covered herself with it. Leaning towards me, she whispered to me, "Enjoy the show."

After that she leaned towards Arun and started talking to him and ignored me. Nothing happened but just talking; after about 15 minutes or so, he said, "Hey what happened? You have not gone yet?"

"I will; after sometime," I replied, ignoring him.

After about a few more minutes, she offered me a little of a shawl and, leaning towards me whispered into my ear, "I know honey; this has been your fantasy." She then laid her hand in my lap and gave my bulge a good squeeze. It was the first time she did that; she kissed me on my cheek and said, "Seriously honey if this is not your fantasy, please stop it. Look carefully your friend has taken it seriously."

She showed me that Arun was clutching her hand while watching the movie. And then giving another good squeeze to my bulge, she whispered, "I have a feeling that you want this."

Then I saw my loving fiancé move to the other side and continuously talk with Arun. Arun distributed his attention between the movie and her; her eyes were on him almost all the time. Things seemed to mellow down after that for a little while but after 20 minutes or so I noticed that Hetal was breathing rather heavily. She was sitting upright; leaning a little forward while Arun had leaned to her side and was whispering something to her. It was difficult for me to see but after a minute or so, her shawl fell down, and I saw Arun's large hands kneading and squeezing her breasts. Hetal's lips were parted, and she was completely lost in those feelings. Realizing that his cover had gone, he let her go, and I saw Hetal fall back into her seat, pulling the shawl over her breasts once again.

After recomposing herself and giving me a couple of minutes to digest what she thought I witnessed, she leaned towards me and whispered, "Your friend seems to be besotted by my breasts. For the past 15 minutes he has been milking them nonstop. I never thought it would be possible to orgasm by simply touching your breasts."

I didn't respond and neither did she expect anything from me. She felt that my penis was still hard as a rock and then asked, "Honey, I am thirsty. Can you please get some water for me?"

I took a few minutes and stood up to get water for her. The thought of what may happen behind my back was weighing on my mind. Fortunately, right outside a canteen boy was loitering, whom I requested to buy a couple of bottles of water. I stepped inside behind those dark curtains and peeped in from the side. Both of them were talking to each other like a loving couple, leaning towards each other; perhaps clasping their hands once again. The spot boy returned in a minute and I slowly entered the box theater back again without making any noise. Waiting for them to ignore the noise made by the door that was pulled in, I slowly kneeled down and stepped to the side from the curtains and peeped in to see that Arun had made his move and was kissing my lovely fiancé.

There was no pretense as she reciprocated with equal fervor to his intense kiss. Don't know if it was the first time they kissed, but it certainly didn't seem so. Obviously I had missed some earlier tell-tale signs. After a minute or so, he tugged on her hand and she reluctantly kneeled in front of him after checking for me. And that was a slap on my face as he once again proved to be a master seducer. Fortunately, she spent about 3-4 minutes and finally got back on her seat. I chose that moment to enter and offered her the water bottle. Arun excused himself and no sooner did he exit, she sat on my lap and started kissing me. It was a short but intense kiss and for the first time I felt that she was incredibly worked up; her breath was so alluring that I kept on kissing her until she put a stop.

Upon his return Arun made an excuse that he will have to leave as he remembered something. Hetal looked at me and said, "Let's go. The movie is not fun. You, too, had to leave, right?" Without giving me an opportunity to argue she dragged me out. Everything seemed normal but on the way Arun wanted to swing by our garment factory shop as he wanted to pick something up from there. Needless to mention that Hetal dragged me along. As expected I got pulled into some business related things while Arun went about his way to gather his things and Hetal followed him after waiting for a few minutes.

Our factory had a private room back where sometimes we rested or worked privately. I suspected that Arun headed to the same room; no other employee generally was allowed in that area, so it offered plenty of privacy. I rushed back to that alley and before turning into the alley I peeked to see if they were present and there in the alley itself, Arun had pinned her against a wall and was kissing her deeply. My wildest fantasies were turning out to be true. As, I said this was the back side of the factory with one exit to the backside of the factory that was locked from the inside. The entrance to this alley was from the front, but it was gated by another door that was usually locked as well; only a select few people had access to the door as well.

My lovely finance kneeled down and finished what she had started in the theater. She devoured his long equipment ardently and within 5 minutes he ejaculated inside her mouth. They didn't spend too much time; Arun went into the room and told her to head back as he may need some time. I rushed back out of the outer room and waited for her to exit. She was surprised to find me there but requesting me to keep quiet, she led me back into that dark, outer room.

She hugged me and said, "I love you Jignesh." She softly kissed me on my lips and waited for me to say something.

"What was going on in the theater Hetal?" I asked.

"You know don't you?" she said playfully. I was stunned with her sudden change in demeanor but had no courage to either counter or argue with her. She waited for a moment and then said, "Despite what it may seem, I love you and definitely want to marry you."

"Are you still worked up?" she whispered and felt my bulge again. She smiled and said, "hey listen Arun is feeling very lonely. Do you mind picking me up this evening again, so that we can spend some time at your place?"

"What? At home?"

"It's safe at home, right?" she suggested.

"But Hetal do you think this is right?" I asked.

"Come on Jignesh," she replied, "wasn't I honest with you about my previous affairs?"

"Besides we still aren't married yet so just think of my affair with Arun as one of those?"

"Hetal really? Can you even hear yourself?"

"Jignesh I thought of you as a considerate husband," she said teasing me and added, "Arun is your closest friend and has always had a very good relationship with your previous girlfriends. So, I was making sure he doesn't have any complaints against your wife."

"Hetal that was in the past," I reasoned.

"You are unnecessarily worried Jignesh. I love you and not him and this is only harmless fun for him as well. He has no interest in marrying me. Think of this as a special bond between a Devar and his Bhabi."

"Come let's go," she led me saying, "don't fret over it. We can talk in the evening."

That day I learnt that I indeed was a cuckold as my sister had claimed earlier. As per the plan she visited me in the evening and after having cursory talks with my parents we moved upstairs. My sister brought up tea and some snacks. Hetal seemed to be nervous sitting inside our bedroom; this was going to be our bedroom after our wedding. I showed her a few things of mine as my sister put down tea and the snacks on the bedside table. When I tried to take the tea cup, she held my hand and said, "Come I need to talk to you."

She led me to her room and closed the door and said, "She is not here for you. Apparently she has some unfinished business with Arun."

"Didi this is too much," I blurted, frustrated by my own sister's behavior and fiance's behavior.

"Don't make a scene, Jignesh," she reprimanded me.

"It's such a splendid opportunity to watch him mount your fiance but your ego is all riled up. I don't think you can handle it. So, better just stay with me here."

"But Didi," I pleaded.

"Come let me comfort you," she said and offered me her breast to suckle on. We waited in that room for perhaps half-hour or so when I heard a soft knock on the door. It was Hetal. My sister had been consoling me all along but finally when Hetal was knocking on the door, she said, "Now listen Jignesh. You better behave with her and don't make a scene. This was bound to happen, so don't vent it out on her."

Hetal stepped inside the dark room as my sister finally stepped out. Hetal locked the door and stepping inside hugged me first and then softly kissed me on my lips. Her breath smelled of semen; a handful of times I had smelled it on my sister's breath and by now I was used to it. She made me sit and said, "I know this is all crazy Jignesh. Arun told me that you had this fantasy for long and he made it real with 3 other girlfriends, so it only made sense that he did with me i.e. your future wife as well. Just like he took their virginity, he also took mine."

"Please don't be mad at me my love," she softly whispered to me.

"You are so mean Hetal," I said, containing my feelings. My sister didn't think of me as a man and now even my wife thought the same way. At least my sister was older than me, so I could console myself but with Hetal it hurt a lot more.

"I am sorry Jignesh," she said, taking her hand into my pajamas and grasping my semi-hard penis. She latched onto my lips and I tasted the bitterness both literally and figuratively.

"Jignesh you are not blaming me, now are you?" she asked me, breaking her kiss cursorily. She kissed me even more intensely now; her hand slowly started stroking my hard penis.

"Ever since I met him, I knew his intentions weren't right but you didn't seem to mind anything at all," she said looking at me, wiping my tears that had accidentally spilled.

"He charmed me from the very first day and pursued me relentlessly. He did it right in front of you and you never shielded me," she continued.

"I just thought you wanted to share your most prized possession with him," she added and continued kissing me.

"Was this the first time you kissed him?" I asked hesitantly. She pulled back and looked at me strangely.

"You don't think of me as a slut for sleeping with him the very first day I kissed him," she countered.

"Then when?" I asked. She continued slowly stroking my penis and blushing for a moment, she said,

"The very first day we met he tried, but I avoided his lips but the very next day he pinched and played with my breasts so much that I didn't have an option but to offer my lips."

"Also, it wasn't the first time I gave him a blowjob; it was the 5th time but the first time in front of you."

She kissed me and started stroking me furiously. It took less than a minute for me to ejaculate.

This continued for the next several days until almost the day of our marriage arrived. On the day of our marriage as Arun left, he graciously thanked and congratulated me. He told me that I was lucky to marry such a hot and beautiful girl but also warned that she was a total slut and an easy target. He promised to come back and help me out, once he has taken care of his work abroad. There was a sense of longing in Hetal's eyes as he stepped off the stage. We were mostly done with the picture taking ceremony and were casually chatting as the rest of the crowd left us alone.

"Is he leaving tonight?" she asked, ensuring that none of the folks were near us. She had not heard what Arun had said to me in private, so I didn't think she was going to say anything more, but I asked, "Why?"

"Nothing," she said but as she playfully toyed with my emotions and waited for me to prod her again. When I finally did, she asked, "As per the tradition, he has taken the virginity of all your girlfriends. It's only fair that he gets to make out with your bride on your wedding night, don't you think?"

I almost choked hearing that but managed to mumble, "his flight is tonight Hetal."

"So," she shot a look at me and whispered, "don't you want your wedding night to be memorable?"

I nodded nervously. To that she gave me her lovely smile and said, "then go ask him to stay."

I wasn't unsure about how to convince him to stay back a few more days. I was certain that he wouldn't mind but felt awkward as he would know clearly why I was asking him to stay back. When I asked Hetal, "What should I say," she gave me a look and then clasped my hand leaning into my ear, she softly whispered, "Just ask him to stay Jignesh. I know you want him to do the honors."

"Tell him, it's okay to cum inside your wife and impregnate her," she added in her seductive voice.

I couldn't believe that my wife really wanted to spend our first night with him and even allow him to impregnate her. He had impregnated my sister and apparently a few other women, so I was aware of his nefarious intentions, but I didn't think my wife would actually want it.

My sister understood my quandary and approached me as we headed towards our rooms to call it a night. We briefly spoke, and she wasn't surprised as Hetal was enamored by his gigantic penis compared to my small one. She told me as Arun was like family, this is not a bad idea and given that he had fathered her three boys, it entirely made sense to her. Not a soul suspected even after 12 years of her affair with him. Her eldest son was already as tall as her, and it seemed he would be taking after his real father, Arun, who was 6' tall.

Arun was all packed up and ready to leave when I asked him not to go and there was something very important that I had to discuss. He seemed confused for a while but as I led him to our powder rooms backstage; most of the folks had left already; only the family friends were remaining and my sister arranged for us in such a way that there was relative privacy for the three of us.

My beautiful bride, still fully dressed in her evening attire for our reception was in his arms, french kissing Arun in no time. It was a surreal experience to see her make out so openly right in front of me with no regard for my presence. They left me stranded in the main room to keep an eye on any intruders and entered the large makeup room. They pushed the door but there was a small slit through which I could see them make out further and Hetal knelt down in front of him to take his dark, long penis in her mouth. She didn't spend too much and sat on the platform in front of the mirror and let Arun fuck her. Her moans and groans left no doubt in my mind that she really wanted to be bred by him. He furiously stroked her for 10 minutes or so before ejaculating inside her. Hetal was delirious all through and perhaps had orgasm'd several times in such a short span of time. She then obediently took his spent penis in her mouth and cleaned it up before emerging from the room.

Arun was beaming as he emerged and Hetal a little shy but smiling. Arun hugged me lovingly as he had always treated me like a younger brother.

"Thank you for such a nice gift," he said.

"Your wife is very tasty; I will keep on visiting you to savor her periodically," he said.

"Good luck now," he said, "I got to rush now."

"Tell him," pleaded my wife. I was stunned and puzzled by her insistence.

"What?" he asked puzzled, but I froze, so Hetal took the initiative and said.

"He is too embarrassed to say anything, but I know what he wants," she said and then looking at me once more she added, "Why don't you stay for a few more days Arun?"

"You know he lacks experience, right?"

"Without you, he feels lost; so perhaps you can show how things are done in the bedroom. And just like the way you helped grow his sister's family, you can also help start his family," she said and avoided looking at both of us.

Arun was puzzled and asked me, "are you sure?"

"Of course not Arun," interjected Hetal.

"But you just saw, he was fine with it," she added, "it is only befitting that you take his wife on the first night."

"Besides it is a good time as well; you know what I mean," she said as Arun stepped out. Both Arun and me were stunned with Hetal's open approach.

"What has gotten into you?" I asked, but she simply replied, "Shut up Jignesh." and kissed me, passing me the bitter taste of his semen.

"Come now," she led after kissing me for a minute or so.

"I know you are longing to see my pussy," she said and led me to the same room and same place where Arun was fucking her. She sat on the platform and started pulling up her gown and motioned me to kneel down.

"Come on, go ahead?" she urged me as she exposed her damp pantie to me. It was soaking wet with their juices; it mostly was his semen though. She played with my hair for a few moments and then gently pulled my head into her groin. As my lips touched her pantie and I inhaled the musky odor, I realized that it was the most surreal experience of my life. Until then I had never experienced such intense odors. Hetal slid aside the gusset and let me lips land on her pussy. She audibly moaned as my tongue parted her lips and let Arun's thick semen gush out onto my lips and mouth. As my tongue started plowing through her distended pussy, she urged me and continued her moaning. I was incredibly worked up; my senses were on fire as I took in every detail while lapping her pussy. After I finished licking it clean, she offered the inside of the gusset and said, "there is more here." Sheepishly I licked it clean as well.

"This used to be a thin slit," she said as she showed me her gaping hole. Her pink lips looked deep red and her hole was quite wide enough for me to insert a finger (and perhaps two) without touching her lips.

Finally, she kissed me as we both wrapped up our episode.

"I love you," she whispered and added, "don't worry; none of this is something you didn't desire."

"It would have taken a lot of courage on your part to do something like this but I felt that a splendid opportunity would slip away if I didn't take the initiative. Let's celebrate our first night and honeymoon in this special manner with him."

We cleaned up and went our own ways for the night as our plan was to sleep separately and only consummate our marriage the following night after a few more ceremonies were done. I won't bore you with the details about our first night where my friend Arun consummated our marriage on my behalf. Hetal did not let Arun sleep even for a minute as he fucked her in all 6 times and spending over 5 hours having sex. Most of it happened with me in the room as Hetal wanted me to be present.

Similar episodes unfolded 2 more nights after which Arun finally flew back. Hetal was sexually exhausted and even though we were together for two more nights, she hardly any interest in sex; definitely not with me.

We resumed our normal life after returning from the honeymoon and actually consummated our own marriage under our own roof, in the same bedroom where Arun had mounted my sister for the first time. Hetal didn't let me know too much initially about her errand behavior with Arun and why she had a sudden change of mood. Within two months, she announced her pregnancy; our whole household was extremely happy with the news. They feared that just like Mamta's case it would take a lot of time.

"He is quite a stud isn't it?" she said as she mentioned to me about her pregnancy. Arun took her only during her fertile period and she ended up getting pregnant. Clearly, Hetal really wanted to make our wedding night a memorable occasion.

"Do you think it would be a boy, just like Didi's?" she asked.

"What would you like to name him?" I asked her.

"Name him after his father?" I asked. I was tense and nervous with this news; didn't know how to take it. Arun was dear to me but still living with such a fate wasn't something that I had imagined. She hugged me and softly whispered, "This is our child and even though you may think I love Arun and not you; that is not the truth."

It took me a few weeks to finally digest the news. Even though I wasn't willing to accept the consequences of my own cuckold thoughts, I knew that such a fate had been waiting for me. Arun kept distance from both of us and so did Mamta Didi, which allowed us to connect with each other. Hetal was a sex-crazed woman and demanded sex incessantly. We had often sex three times every day; fortunately, she was fine with my size, but she loved it more when I went down on her. Hetal was hot as hell and I didn't mind tasting any part of her body. Hetal was a great kisser; something that she had mastered over a period of many years, according to her, and certainly took great advantage of that ability. She loved kissing me any time; it was not uncommon for us to kiss deeply 5-6 times daily outside the bedroom.

Hetal was a straight shooter and often handled her conversations in a direct manner. However, I had noticed that she was extra careful when talking about my cuckold tendencies. I was intrigued by her approach towards life as she didn't seem to be afraid of anything; life was an adventure for her. She would often say that before we realize, we would be old and saddled with responsibilities of providing for families and hence she didn't waste any time and got married soon after her 18th birthday. She viewed sex as an integral and very important of her life. Furthermore, she had a rather unconventional outlook towards life and since she had a well-developed body for her age, she was exposed to sexual advances of several men around her. Everyone from her cousins, her friends to some elderly relatives took advantage of her at some point or other. Two of her cousins were quite close to her; with them, she practiced the art of kissing and oral sex. It was mostly fun since none of them were really experienced and until then it hadn't provided them with the sexual satisfaction that was required to encourage them to explore further.

Nothing was serious but of course until she started maturing sexually. She no longer was interested in her cousins; she longed for the attention of real men. It didn't take long for men to take notice of her as well and now men who were much older than her were keen on exploiting her charms. She had been sexually intimate with about 10 people before marriage. It was mostly kissing and some oral sex; she was till a virgin although one of them came pretty close to taking her virginity.

By the time she met Arun, she was quite experienced to learn who was fascinated by her and who was worthy of pursuing. Arun seemed like a perfect candidate and when she saw that I disregarded Arun's attempts of taking my wife, she knew that I was a cuckold and wouldn't object to her sexual affairs with other men.

Arun visited us a few more times during her pregnancy and spent a few days and nights screwing her nonstop. He could have easily impregnated her had she not been already pregnant. Unfortunately he was getting engaged to a white woman, and so he didn't think he would have many chances with Hetal again, so spent a good couple of weeks with her.

Our life continued normally for a few years and quite surprisingly Hetal kept a good control on her wayward tendencies and didn't create any scandals that I dreaded. On the 2nd birthday of our little one, my mother mentioned we are eagerly waiting for the next one; when would he arrive? Hetal blushed and toyed with me by whispering, "I too have been waiting."

That night as we turned into the bed, she reached out to me and softly asked, "So when are you going to invite Arun?"

"Hetal you know that Arun is out of the picture," I quickly replied. She always inquired about him and in the past three years, he barely visited us a couple of times, each time only for a day or two. Hetal would not let him sleep throughout his stay with us. She loved sex with him and would have definitely liked becoming his wife. Arun had warned me that she was a nymphomaniac and couldn't be satisfied with just one man and even though I thought of Arun as a sex machine, he too wasn't sure about his capability to quench her thirst. My lovely wife was about 21 at that time; her hormones were raging, and she surely needed another man in her life. Mamta had warned me about that as well.

"Then how am I supposed to get pregnant?" she asked, with a sense of tease in her voice.

"Should I invite your cousins to come over?"

"No stupid," she retorted, slapping my butt playfully.

"Don't you think that would be like incest? I have heard that in-breeding also leads to a lot of genetic diseases."

"Besides, doesn't your family have real men? Why not call them?"

"What? Who?"

She smiled and let the topic pass.