Cuckolded by Disgusting Neighbor Ch. 07

We didn't talk much after that. My tongue pursed her lips and yearned for her saliva. She responded with the same hunger. With me on my back, she lay sidewise next to me kissing and fondling my penis with her left hand. Yet again this was an unnatural position for us as a couple but somehow we got comfortable as the time passed. She alternated between feeding her tongue and her breast into my mouth. All the while she continued jerking my penis that was now having difficulty postponing ejaculation.

She whispered into my ear, "don't fight it, let go, we can resume normal sex on our anniversary night."

And it was the second time when I came all over her fingers. She grabbed a rag to clean my pecker and washed her hand before returning to me again. And to my utter surprise, she leaned down and took my pecker in her mouth again. She languidly, remarked, "Kishanchanji gets ready within a matter of twenty minutes."

However, I was no match for him in this regard. Strangely my desire for sex doesn't go down as much so I urged her to straddle me in a 69 position and I gave her one of my best tongue-job. For the next half-an-hour, she perused my services and for more than half the time she simply straddled my face, grinding her pussy over my face.

After that ecstatic session we were rather reserved for the next whole day. Things had moved too swiftly. Within a span of three months, Manisha embodied the characteristics of the women in those stories. She was reluctant earlier in our relationship but now she didn't shy away from even the nastiest parts.

Kishanchanji kept some distance after her acceptance. Manisha kept with her ways by insisting on resuming normal relationship on our anniversary night. So, our sex was restricted to oral with me pleasing her most of the time. Our anniversary was three weeks away but it didn't seem that far. It had spiced our episodes. On the business front Amirchanji agreed to partnership proposal. However, the business expansion duties, especially in our remote locations, were relegated to me.

Manisha became comfortable with the elderly gentlemen and preferred to spend time with them instead of others from our social club. She was playing courteous host to her husband's new business partner and to the person who made that possible. It only seemed a matter of months before Amirchanji would enjoy her bedroom charms. The sex was electrifying and so was the environment with them prancing around her in an attempt to sample her charms. Kishanchanji showed tremendous restraint allowing Amirchanji plenty of opportunities. However, I knew that Manisha wouldn't want to appear as an easy lay. After all, Kishanchanji had to toil for over three years.

She still hadn't bothered going over the details of her agreement; it wouldn't be exactly comfortable for her. The next three weeks our sex life was astoundingly good. We practically made it thrice a day and every time she refused intercourse and suggested that we wait until the anniversary night. Something was cooking. Two nights before our anniversary, I managed to broach the subject again.

"Manisha," I said, "you never finished on how we should get Kishanchanji on our side."

She blushed. It was reminiscent of earlier days when Manisha was shy and didn't encourage conversation on such taboo topics. She ignored my question and paid attention to my pecker again. She held my penis lovingly in the palm of her hand and remarked, "Do you know long his penis is?"

My penis shirked at the mention of my competition. It involuntarily rescinded from any kind of a challenge handing over the crown to him. She showed the length and girth of his penis against mine, quite emphatically. She continued stroking my penis, lost in thought.

"His support has certainly steadied our business," she quipped.

"How do we ensure he remains our well wisher?"

"You are practically his wife," I remarked.

"Not quite."

"What are your thoughts?" I asked, encouraging her. She was focused on my genitals. Her one hand stroked my penis while the other massaged my testicles.

"His are huge," she sighed, accentuating her massage.

"They hang way below," she added, highlighting how low his sacs drooped. Mine were much smaller and very compact. I had never thought that drooping testicles may fascinate someone.

"He loves it," she said, "when I relish it with my tongue."

"Taking each one in my mouth, gently sucking on it, ensuring that my teeth don't come in contact with his nuts."

"Does he like it?"

"Absolutely."

"He says that increase libido."

"It also encourages semen production," she said, looking at my surprised reaction.

"If you don't believe, I spend about 15-20% of the total time just doing that."

Her answer stunned me. Ever since their first nights conversation, I dreaded her fascination with the idea of mating with multiple men for the so called expanding the genetic pool. Although, she consciously avoided some of the dangers her subconscious mind continued encouraging those notions.

"It does - for his age and the amount of time we do - he produces substantial amount."

While I wanted to talk about her ongoing episodes, I really didn't want to since I had the impression that she wasn't really entertaining him. Given that we hadn't had any intercourse in the past couple of weeks it didn't seem appropriate. So, I felt she may be talking about the initial week or so.

"It's bitter," she continued her monologue, "but I don't mind it."

And this was from a woman who never entertained that notion for me for the past four years. Yes, she wasn't averse to performing fellation but completing it by swallowing was never even talked about in my context.

"You mean to say that you have let him cum in your mouth?" She didn't anticipate my direct question but adroitly handled it by saying, "I couldn't say no."

"Besides this is what he wants," she said, looking deeply into my eyes.

"Condoms are not for him."

"He prefers to stick it in bare.Prefers to unload inside me. Expects me to perform just fellatio for the quickies."

"He tore them more than few times already, btw."

My apprehension weren't unfounded. It was evident what Kishanchanji really wanted right from the beginning. It may be a little difficult to understand what Manisha desired when thought about in a conventional framework. However, the most complex issue in our triangle was what I wanted. Yes, I have dreamed about Manisha allowing her lovers to take her bareback. Yes, I have thought about them unloading inside her - every single time. And yes, I did envision the risk of her getting impregnated by one of them. Yet, I knew that when sober the ramifications would scare me.

"Even if it didn't, do you really think I would have any semblance of sanity if in the middle of a heated session to stop him from getting rid of it?"

"Allowing him that liberty, should certainly have him on our side."

If one were to evaluate the privileges that Kishanchanji had rationally, there wasn't any need to further sweeten the deal. He was already getting the best he could by bedding my wife on a regular basis. Her allowing unprotected sex, although technically - she still was taking pills - that wasn't true, just shouldn't have mattered.

"I am not sure," I croaked.

Manisha didn't push the issue further and that night, we simply decided to rest the issue instead of arguing it over. However, the sex had definitely fired us up, although Manisha again insisted on the unconventional form of sex that she had been introducing me to past three weeks. Irrespective of her fascination with his semen, one thing was quite evident that our sex life had been transformed. True, it wasn't quite conventional but our frequency made for it.

The following night, just the day before our anniversary, I decided to pursue the subject again. She had made the plans for our anniversary but didn't share any details with me. Apparently it was supposed to be a surprise. Yet I remember that she had promised Kishanchanji entertain him on our anniversaries.

Instead of answering my direct question, she said, "let me show you a game he taught me."

We were undressing ourselves in preparation for another round of steamy sex. She pulled down my pajamas exposing my hard pecker and then getting rid of her own panties, she straddled me at the waist. This was surprising as she intended to not to engage in any form of intercourse until our anniversary night, which was tomorrow. She carefully aligned her pelvis over mine and took hold of my penis. The sheer thought of entering her velvety folds edged me closer to ejaculation. She rubbed the knob with her fingers and gently stroked it before making her next move. She delicately pushed my penis back against my lower stomach and positioned herself right on top of it.

"It is fun," she exhaled. She carefully lowered herself on my penis but pressed the tip of against my stomach with one hand. Finally, the warm, velvety folds circled the girth of my penis. Carefully looking at it confirmed that my penis nestled between her pussy lips. She gently rocked her pelvis while holding down my penis with the tip of her fingers. The warmth of her vagina sent pleasant sensations through my body. She rotated her hips, slid it forward, backward and then would exert downward pressure. While it didn't equal the experience of an intercourse, it definitely worked wonders given the past three weeks regiment. Finally, she let go of my pecker and controlled it completely with her pelvis and vaginal muscles.

After playing for over five minutes, she quipped, "Strange, yours is very obedient."

"What do you mean?" I interrupted. She moved her hands behind her to get hold of my testicles and started gently massaging them.

"Oh, Kishanchanji's somehow finds it way," she retorted, still focussing on the movement of my penis.

"You tried it without a condom?" I blurted. She nodded stealing a smile.

"The girth and size are mesmerizing," she justified, by marking the dimensions of his penis on my stomach vis-a-vis my penis.

"Done it after he is done - to titillate him for next round."

"It does.15-20 minutes."

"Still how can it go in?"

She rolled her eyes and carefully let out, "Oh, he makes me do this in reverse cowgirl position."

"He loves staring at my dark brown asshole - and keeps on working at it."

"Sometimes, he would make me fellate him in the middle of intercourse, which I would by removing the condom. And after spending a few minutes on it, he would push it back in without asking for another condom."

"And one time he actually fucked me immediately after he came in my mouth."

"I couldn't believe it as he never lost his erection."

Her admission surprised me. She had attempted all the things that were forbidden as per our understanding.

"He never asked - just did it."

"Are you following what he is trying to do?"

"Trying to mark you as his bitch?"

"He gets pleasure out of it."

"Although he never said it explicitly but he has been consciously doing it ever since we started our affair."

"My willingness may have conveyed your tacit approval but at the same time it has also transformed him into our well wisher."

"Is that all?"

"Just letting him have you as his slut would do it?"

My tone wasn't quite appropriate but neither was Manisha's proposal, I thought. She didn't react but thought about it for a moment.

"Looking at the sexual aspects one could describe it in that manner."

"However, there are better ways to put it."

"Not that I am complaining."

"But you should remember that you wished for this, although you may have reservations about him or reservations about certain aspects of the relationship."

She waited for me to counter her but I didn't. I had pushed her to take a lover. I had lead her down this path by exposing her to those ideas. I had read those stories animatedly and sometimes cajoled her to enact some of them. There was no point refuting it.

"So you agree?" she finally asked. I nodded.

"Wait a minute."

"He wants me to be his wife for life."

"Now that may not mean much for a man old enough to be my father. He does expect to relive his married life with me."

"And that means he expects to go to bed with his wife. Have a pillow-talk every now and then. Screw her in the wee hours. Take a shower with her. Take her out to dinner every now and then. etc. etc."

"All of this poses a peculiar issue since I am actually your wife." I didn't have to explain my apprehension about what she was trying to say. However, some of this I suspected may happen sooner or later since he was our neighbor and lived alone most of the time. That was also one of the reasons Manisha chose him as a potential candidate. She had also insisted that it would be an ongoing relationship, so some of what she suggested had been implied. But reserving a place for him in our bedroom was far too much for me to assimilate.

"I do understand this is unusual - but so was your perverse desire to see me with a lover."

"This certainly would keep him close to us - having me at the center of his universe."

"Wait that is not the end of it," she said as I shrugged with resentment, or what seemed more like resigning to my fate.

"And just as he would expect his wife to bear children - he expects the same from your wife."

"Before your react," she immediately stopped me, noticing my anger.

"You have to admit that he doesn't really need our permission for this."

"All of what I have described he can willingly do to us - now that he has substance to blackmail us."

"Don't you agree?" This was actually true and the dangers of which I didn't realize before making that proposal to her. It didn't have to be Kishanchanji, it could have been any person. Manisha was of course very beautiful and young; so the dangers of such things were always present.

"Manisha we are pushing it too far."

"We should think about this very carefully."

"Absolutely."

"The last part while certainly understood was never anticipated."

"But this is something Kishanchanji craves."

"And I hate to admit that quite often my body wants to entertain that idea."

Her honest admission for the first time did scare me but was glad that she brought it up as a concern rather than a demand. There was a silence for a long while and then I managed to ask, "Did he impregnate the other women?"

She didn't answer. She was lost in thought and it took a little while for her to register the question and then answer, "Yes."

"Was the husband aware of it?"

She was hesitant but answered, "No one knows for sure, but Kishanchanji believes that the husband was aware and actually encouraged her."

"Who?"

"Apparently the woman yielded to Kishanchanji's advances to conceive a child," she explained.

"But the physical change he brought out in her and the passion he evoked were hard for husband to deny."

"The husband did benefit from his wife's heightened libido and the sexual variety she brought into her bedroom."

"She resisted Kishanchanji for a little while after her first child but that didn't last for long. Her husband practically pleaded and tried every way to initiate things between them again."

"Of course, not much was actually needed."

"It lasted for four years with her miscarrying once and finally getting pregnant the second time."

"Kishanchanji wasn't sure if the second one was his but he suspected that her husband was most likely the father."

We had disengaged from sex during the serious conversation but now things were warming up again as we initiated our foreplay again. My penis that had shrunk in size was getting inflated again as she played with it and continued manipulation with her vulva.

"Does he really think that I am like the kind of husband you were describing?"

"It doesn't matter."

"What's important is that your persistence has lead us down this path."

"And it has worked wonders for us by enriching our sexual lives."

"Who could entertain someone like Kishanchanji?"

"Not that woman. She wouldn't consider marrying him."

"Not me. He is not the husband type."

"Yes, he is shrewd and quite adept at making love."

"But I wouldn't get married to him and hope that he is what he is."

"It would only be possible the way it has happened."

"We need to get the best that we could from him and at the same time ensure that he gets what he deserves."

"There is no need to decide now."

"Lets enjoy the moment."

We took a few more minutes to wrap up that session. Just as were about to doze off she kissed me and wished, "Happy Anniversary." It was past midnight. The next morning I headed to office early to return back home for the surprise that Manisha planned for the evening. As I stepped outside, Manisha pushed a letter into my hand.

"Careful. Don't lose it," she said. It was a sealed envelope with a few pages inside. As I turned to ask, she said, "read it alone and guard it carefully."

I understood that she wrote a letter to me. It should have been something that she wasn't quite comfortable saying it to me. Exercising tremendous control I drove to the office, handled my morning chores and visited the bathroom to read the letter in privacy. It was an handwritten letter a few pages long. It was obvious that I had to either destroy the letter after reading or guard it. It read...

Dear V.

Due to your persistent pleading we embarked on this adventure. I appreciate your thoughtfulness in allowing me to choose the candidates and overseeing the shortcomings of K.

You may wonder about the recent development; may regret my preference for K. But surely, you agree that he has been instrumental to the partnership with A. This should set us on a steady course and allow us to expand our business without taking extravagant risks. Credit is due to you for your trust in your faithful wife and her instincts. It would still require hard work on your part to ensure continued success. And quite certainly your absolute faith in my commitment to our family.

None of this should be drudgery. We embarked on the adventure not to expand our business but to enjoy our youth. Our business benefited from our extracurricular activities not the other way around. Liberating ourselves from the shackles of a conventional society has been a welcome change. And so has been your accommodating attitude towards K.

Why K you may wonder? We may have ruminated over this for several weeks but this eternal question may still be gnawing you. Please don't think of your wife as a slut. True she may have exhibited some of the characteristics but she didn't decide at the spur of moment to embrace this lifestyle. It was a gradual process that took several years. You were the principal catalyst for the transformation but K wasn't far behind. You wanted me to take a lover and K always wanted to be that lover.

K has been an incessant admirer of your wife ever since she stepped in your life. It was unwarranted attention that I avoided during the early phase. Yet I remember how violently my body reacted when he touched even my hand sensually during those days. It fascinated me - the confidence of a person whom I had shun on every single occasion. It never dented his ego as he relentlessly pursued me and little by little he gained ground. If you ever wondered, who I fantasized about during the initial years - it was him. It wasn't a conscious process but no matter how much I tried, he always figured in them. It was evident that he was absolutely smitten by your wife. Soon, your wife subconsciously started finding ways to get nearer to him. However, it wasn't until we started going down the rabbit hole did I realize that if ever an opportunity arose, K would be my first lover. In fact, if I were to make a confession after the birth of Tushar, I knew that sooner or later your wife would err and indulge him. Even then your wife's fascination for him cannot be rationally explained. Just the way his confidence in his ability to have his way with your wife cannot be explained. Your wife resisted him and his thoughts only during the first few months. Had he pushed his luck in the sixth or seventh month of our marriage he could have enjoyed the charms of your wife all these years. Believe it or not Tushar may very well have been his progeny. And it wouldn't be because he was raping your wife. No, it would be because she would consciously allow him such an opportunity.