Cuckolding her Indian Husband Ch. 03

Vikram opened the door. Swati hesitated to enter their home, not sure if it was the post-nut clarity or the hesitation to face her husband in reality. She waited for Vikram to approve her, to validate her transgressions from the last day.

Vikram reached out his hand, his fingers softly touching her chin. Tears welled up in her eyes, but Swati controlled her emotions. She reminded herself that she should be strong now and take control of the situation. But her heart melted with his touch, and her doubts vanished.

Swati pounced on Vikram like a hungry tiger. She pushed Vikram onto the couch and kissed him. She climbed on his lap, and she felt a familiar hardness pressing on her pussy. She bit his ears and whispered, "Seems someone loves his wife being a little slut!"

He moaned with her nibbling on his ears.

She grabbed his penis and commanded, "Tell me. What did you like from today morning's show."

He stammered, "I liked. I..."

She tightened her grip on his dick, "What did you like?"

She slid down his torso and fished his fully erect penis out. She looked into Vikram's eyes, "Did you like to watch me kiss his penis?" and kissed Vikram's penis tip.

As she pulled the foreskin back, precum dripped from the tip. She said, "How about this? Did you like watching me lick his dick like this?" and licked Vikram's precum clean. Vikram groaned. His mind played the scene where his wife gave a blowjob to this other guy in the video call, and his penis twitched.

He opened his eyes to see Swati looking into his eyes. She asked, "I wonder if the reaction is for me licking your dick or the recollection from yesterday."

She kissed his penis and took the head in her mouth. As she played with her tongue, precum oozed out of his tip. She pulled out and exclaimed, "Yum!" and took it back in her mouth.

Vikram couldn't help but ask, "How did he taste?"

She stopped abruptly and looked into his eyes, and pulled out. She chucked and asked, "So, you want to know what my lover from yesterday tasted like?" He looked sheepishly at her. She answered her question, "Well, he tasted a bit saltier, a bit musky compared to you. I guess pheromones made me go wild when I kiss his manhood." She continued, "This must be every girl's dream. Explaining how her lover tasted to her husband," and laughed at her joke. Vikram laughed as well.

She stopped laughing and looked sultry into her husband's eyes, "You should have seen how much my pussy leaked as I sucked him." He anxiously looked at her like a puppy about to be fed by its master.

She sensed that her husband wanted to hear about her cuckolding him. She slowly jerked her husband's penis as she recollected, "You want to hear the story, huh?" He anxiously nodded. She signed and said, "Ok, I am not gonna tell you his name though. He remains Mr.X," as she recollected how he met this guy.

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Swati took an empty table holding a glass of wine as half of her team was dancing to loud Punjabi tunes. She was not interested in dancing that specific day. She wanted to get out of there to somewhere a bit more silent. According to her, office parties are supposed to be where people network, not filled with boozy debaucheries.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a man. He introduced himself, "Hi Swati, right? I am Mr.X." (Obviously, he did not say Mr.X, but his name - she clarified to Vikram)

She exclaimed, "Hi, We have spoken so much on the phone, but I don't think we have met." He nodded with a pleasant smile on his face.

She studied his face. He wore frameless spectacles and was well-groomed with a beard adorning his square-cut jawline. He was dressed in a fit evening shirt tucked into a pair of khakis. His leather shoes matched the entire attire. In short, he looked like a perfect gentleman with a beautiful smile.

She stole a glance at his chiseled chest. She imagined peeling his shirt off as her hands ran over his chest.

He interrupted her fantasy with a confident smile, "So, you like what you see?"

She smiled sheepishly and said, "Yeah, sorry."

He brushed it off, "It's alright. Do you want a refill?"

She nodded, still tongue-tied from being caught checking him out, and handed over her glass. He asked, "Red or white?" She said, "White, please."

He came back with two glasses filled with white wine. Swati took the glass from him, and he asked," Do you mind if we step out? It is too noisy here." She nodded and followed him as he led the way.

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They took the cabana to the farthest end adjacent to the pool. It was a romantic setting with two loungers separated by a small table to keep their drinks. The curtains to the sides provided a bit of privacy.

Within a few minutes, the ice broke, and they were speaking as if they were best friends.

Swati admired as Mr.X was talking about his experience with the company. He stopped, looked into her admiring eyes, and said, "I think you are beautiful. Please don't mistake me. I am not trying to hit on you. You, genuinely, are beautiful."

She blushed red. She wondered if it had not been for the romantic setting with the glass of wine, she would have left the moment Mr.X hit on her. But, currently, she stayed and blushed as he complimented her.

She remarked, "You know I am married, right?"

Mr.X responded, "That does not mean I cannot compliment your beauty," and continued, "Are you saying if you are not married, you would be interested in me?"

She blushed and thought to herself, "Well played."

Her mind replayed the conversation with her husband a few weeks back - how he opened up being a cuckold. She wondered if Vikram would like it if he saw his wife hit on by a handsome man. The thought sent shivers down her spine.

She let her eyes wander to Mr.X's chiseled chest. She undressed him in her mind, her hands running on his wide chest. She fantasized about her husband watching her as she kissed Mr.X's chest. Her eyes wandered a bit lower to his pants as she wondered how big he would be. She imagined him pushing his big penis into her pussy as her hands caressed his chest. She could feel the wetness forming in her pussy lips.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Mr.X remarking, "There you are - checking me out again." She blushed pink with her eyes lowered.

Mr. X got up from the seat and said, "I think we should call it a night before we do something stupid that would jeopardize your married life," and turned to leave.

Swati couldn't believe the words that left her lips, "Just a moment." Mr.X turned to face her with an inquiring look. But, Swati could see a trace of happiness on his face that she stopped him from leaving.

Swati said, "What if I told you that you would not jeopardize, but would be cementing our marriage."

Mr.X seemed to have understood it, but he waited for her to clarify her statement.

Swati said, "Please sit."

He sat down directly looking into her eyes.

She asked him, "Is it ok if I explain to you what my husband likes. You can leave if you feel uncomfortable, I understand," and smiled anxiously.

She wished for him to stay so that it doesn't become awkward.

Mr.X smiled and said, "Not at all. Honestly, I am very much attracted to you. It is disappointing that you are married."

Swati looked into his eyes. She took a deep breath and said, "Here it goes. A few weeks back, my husband and I were discussing our fantasies, sexual ones, and I found out..." She sipped wine and continued, " that he has cuckolding fantasies. Cuckolding is -" He interrupted her, "I know Swati what cuckolding means."

She said, "Anyway, I thought he might not like it in real life, but only as a fantasy. It turns out that he was fantasizing about me fucking some other guy all the time. I even tested it by talking about my ex, and he finishes, you know, in a matter of moments". She chugged the rest of the wine and continued, "So, it turns out it is a big turn-on for him that I am with another guy. And -" She hesitated.

Mr. X asked, "And?".

Swati grabbed his glass of wine and chugged it as well, and said, "And, I like you. To this night, I never thought of making my husband's fantasy come alive. Boy, this is awkward", and Swati stood up and took a deep breath and said, "I want to spend the rest of the night with you. If you are interested, please come to room no. 312 in the next half hour. I will understand if you don't want to. One request, please do not divulge this to anyone. It is too personal," and she walked to her room as her heart thumped like she had finished running a marathon. Her hands trembled as she walked away.

Before she turned to the staircase towards her private villa, Swati looked in the direction of the cabana to find it empty, and her heart sank. She admonished herself that she had stupidly divulged all the information to her co-worker. Tears came down her cheeks, and she rushed to her room. She hoped no one saw her rushing to her room in that state. She closed the door behind her and sank to the floor with her head in her hands. She crawled near the door and cried her heart out.

The knock on the door jolted her awake. Swati didn't realize she had fallen asleep. She didn't have time to adjust her make-up as she didn't want anyone to see Mr.X on her door. She kicked herself that she still hoped it was Mr. X. She grabbed a couple of tissues, wiped the tears, and opened the door.

Mr. X entered the door with a rose in his hand. She blushed at his romantic move. She pulled him in as she closed the door. She said, "This is wonderful."

He looked into her eyes and asked, "Were you crying?"

Swati replied, "I wished you followed me, but when I saw you were not there, I felt terrible and rushed here." He pointed to the rose and said, "I went to buy this from the gift shop," and continued, "Don't worry, I hid it in my shirt till the door so that no one notices."

She smiled at his caution and touched his chest, "So, this is where the rose had been?" His breath quickened with her touch, and he nodded.

She leaned in and kissed him. She exclaimed, "Wow!" and he said, "Yes, wow!" As she kissed him back, her hands wandered over his chest.

She hurriedly removed his shirt buttons. She pushed him back and admired his bare chest.

She said, "That chest! That's the reason why you are here."

He looked down at his chest, and Swati approached him and ran her fingers on his chest. Her breath quickened, and she kissed his chest. His manly aroma aroused her, and she pushed him onto the bed. She kissed his lips and slowly proceeded down planting kisses along the way. She paid special attention to his chest, and slowly moved to his stomach.

Her eyes were locked on to his eyes as she unbuckled his belt. She unzipped him, and he lifted his ass to help her remove his pants. Her face was inches from his boxer, which was sporting a giant hard-on. She pulled his boxers as his erection sprang free.

She took a moment to admire his manhood standing upright, inches from her face. His penis appeared wider and a bit bigger than her husband's.

Electricity passed through both their bodies as she touched his penis. There was a visible line of precum that dripped from the head to the base of his penis. She planted a kiss on his penis tip, and he reacted immediately.

His reaction made her want to take him in her mouth and pleasure him. She took his penis in her mouth as her tongue played with the bulbous head. His manly taste flooded her taste buds as she sucked him. He groaned in pleasure.

He interrupted her, "You mentioned your husband is a cuckold, right?" He blinked with his dick still in her mouth. He asked, "Do you mind if we send him a pic to arouse him? I think he would go crazy seeing his wife sucking another cock. What say?"

She walked to the bedside table, took her phone, opened the camera app, and gave it to him. She posed with his dick in her mouth and looked into the camera. Mr.X took a couple of pics. She said, "Send it to Vikram in private mode," and went back to sucking him.

Mr.X sent the pic and grabbed Swati, and kissed her. He unzipped her dress and threw it on the floor. She wore matching lingerie.

He climbed on her and kissed her neck. His erect manhood was pushing against her vagina.

He undid her bra and paid attention to her boobs. She admired the naked man kissing her nipples with his erect penis pushing to enter her. She wanted him inside. She hated her panties as they prohibited him from entering her.

He moved to her nether areas, pushed her wet panty aside, and kissed her clitoris. She closed her eyes as she experienced his tongue play magic on her clitoris. She could feel her smearing copious amount of fluids on his lips and beard. She wondered if he liked her taste.

A massive orgasm built up within her as she continued grinding her pussy on his face. She let out a loud moan as her orgasm rippled through her body.

She pulled him and kissed him deeply. She could smell and taste her fluids on his beard, but she did not mind. His penis pressed on the entrance to her vagina. She wanted him to penetrate her so badly.

He broke the kiss and said, "I don't have any condoms. Do you carry some?" She nodded no and said, "My only sex partner to date is my husband, and I am sure I am safe." He nodded and said, "Likewise, my ex-girlfriend in college and my wife, sorry ex-wife, were my only partners to date. I had unprotected sex was with my ex-wife only." She nodded and said, "That is ok, I guess. It feels better raw."

Mr. X nodded as he pushed in. He admired her loud moan as he penetrated her. The folds of her wet pussy caressed his manhood as he pushed slowly in. He kissed her neck as he pushed his penis fully inside her.

She reciprocated by lifting her legs so that he would penetrate deep. Swati certainly felt a different sensation, a thicker penis for sure, she thought to herself.

As he picked up the pace, she leaked more fluids. She wondered if he felt anything at all with her pussy leaking continuously today.

She wanted him to cum inside her. That would be the perfect ending to their lovemaking. She whispered in his ears, "I want you to cum deep inside me." The words worked magic and he thrust in her with super-human pace. With a loud groan, he deposited his warm cum deep inside her.

Swati held his face and kissed him. The taboo of another man cumming in her made her horny again. She stimulated her clitoris with him still deep inside, to have her second orgasm of that day.

She asked Mr.X, "Do you mind clicking another photo for my cuck husband?"

She went on all fours and pulled one of her butt cheeks as Mr.X pulled her other butt cheek. She got horny as she spread herself open to reveal her creampie to her husband. Mr.X clicked a couple of pics as cum dripped from her pussy onto the bedsheet.

Mr.X plopped himself on the bed and rested post the marathon session. She unlocked the phone to see a bunch of messages from her husband.

Swati wanted to know if her husband was ok with this. She received a confirmation that her husband was alright. She sent her husband the last pic - the one with Mr.X's cum dripping from her pussy.

She ignored further messages from her husband and hugged Mr.X.

An hour later, Mr.X was licking her pussy for another ground-shaking orgasm.

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Swati's hand was coated with Vikram's cum as she jerked him and recounted her story.

-to be continued.