The Win Win Sin Ch. 02: A Victory in Denial

As the sun rose and a new day began...I dozed off feeling her warmth close to me...my dick still hard but mind weirdly calm for a change. Later I would perhaps wake her up, make her coffee and fuck her senseless first...or perhaps I would eat her again as she narrated the details...What had he planned for her? Did they want to spend the day together? Like a couple? I didn't know how to feel about it. Suddenly her phone rang. Resisting the urge but giving into it, I checked it. It was a Whatsapp message from Prathamesh...

I waited for a few seconds before checking it. We had a simple pact; we would never check each other's phones...and that was before I had given her my express permission to flirt with her ex. But we had also given each other's our phone passwords as well. A balance of trust and discretion.

Kritika's coming back to my room early in the morning after getting thoroughly fucked by her beefy ex Prathamesh just to cuddle with me was beautifully reassuring. Her face had a satiated yet tired look that I have only noticed on newly-wed brides after their first night. Her milky body bore a tapestry of nail and bite marks which were a visual treat. Her dozing off while spooning against my panty covered rock hard dick without telling me the details or offering me at least a hand job was frustratingly awesome.

I had no way of knowing if the denial of my pleasure was intentional. But by her mild snoring that started within minutes of her cuddling against me, I thought perhaps it wasn't. Somewhere in my mind, I was hoping it was. While I had experimented with domination a lot, this level of submission was entirely new to me. It felt something akin to a spiritual experience, to have a goddess like woman who loves you and respects but is willing to dominate you sexually...it felt ethereal. I always felt like Kritika was more interested in the wife-sharing part than the cuckolding part. But I can't deny the twinkle of mischief I saw in her eyes when she teased and denied me.

This was the ultimate tease and denial though, our first-time wife sharing adventure and I would have to wait a few more hours for her to wake up to tell me the details. I had already jerked myself off 2-3 times while waiting for her to come back to our room. But I still wasn't done. I just ate a man's cum, HIS cum out of her pussy while she just moaned, held my head, came for the umpteenth time that night and went back to sleep like it was nothing. I LOVED IT. My dick was growing harder again because of being encased in her dirty light blue panties and to add to it, it was spooned against her meaty ass.

I kept wondering if they had shared any emotional moments...how stupid of me...they were a couple for a few years...of course they must have. Did I even want to know that part? I was mostly invested in the physical details of her hunky alpha male ex and how he used her milky creamy body or so I thought. I 'd be lying to myself if some corner of my mind had only allowed her to play only because it was her ex. There was some comfort there of him not turning out to be a blackmailer as well as some risk of me being side-lined more than I would like. With risk comes excitement. With excitement comes fear. I picked up her phone and opened it to read his message.

"Hey babe, I know we promised no pics or videos. But this shouldn't count. Something for you to always remember" followed by a wink emoji and an audio clip.

My physical body only existed in two places -- my hard pounding heart and the growing erection in the panties. I was afraid whether it was some declaration of love. I mean...maybe that happened...of course to fuck someone even a man needs some emotional connect, women even more so...but did I want to hear it? Is this where I drew the line in our newly discovered openness? I had been cheated on once before marriage. It was not at all a sexual experience but an emotionally devastating one. This time however it was consensual. I had permitted even encouraged my wife to break these taboos. I looked at Kritika who was completely within my arms grip, I downloaded the clip, found the head phones by the bedside counter and listened to it.

There was a slapping noise before I heard deep commanding voice,

"Who do you belong to?!"

All I heard after that were the most ecstatic moans outside of a porn movie. But of genuine ecstasy, not of acting.

"I belong to you!" Kritika's voice pleaded.

Another Slap!

"Who do you belong to bitch?! Say my Name!!"

" I belong to you..aah...I belong to you Pratham!"

I heard him grunt now and her scream.

"Who's your Daddy, slut?!"

"YOU ARE MY DADDY! OOOOHH PRATHAM...PLEASE... TAKE ME!!"

"KEEP TELLING ME! WHO'S YOUR DADDY??!!" The victorious anger and the increasing force were apparent in his voice.

"YOU..AAHHHH.... YOU YOU YOU AND YOU ONLY!!! I BELONG TO YOU PRATHAMMMMMM!!!!" All I heard after were the screams of a mad woman like she was being given electric shocks. I hadn't ever heard her scream with such pain, pleasure and passion. Her song of pure ecstasy was peppered with occasionally uttering HIS name without any further prompting from him...like a crazy devotee singing a worshipping chant to some primal angry god. The clip ended at about half a minute but am sure the screaming went on for much longer than that.

If Kritika was less tired than she was, am sure the gush of blood to my dick nestled against her ass would have awoken her. I otherwise could've waited till she woke up...but after this I needed to calm myself down. With the pounding in my chest, I think I was sweating as well. The marks on her body, the torn clothes, the dried cum on her face were nothing compared to this sign of her being thoroughly owned by HIM. Because of just the voices, it felt even more intimate than a video.

I slowly moved myself out of the covers. Just my hand couldn't silence my dick right now. I went into the bathroom and found a bottle of oil. As I looked into the bathroom mirror, my body as cleanly shaven as a man's could be, wearing my wife's light blue jockey panties with a HUGE cum stain on the front...I felt pathetic and even more horny. I took the panties off poured the oil on my now swollen dick. I stood in over the toilet with my legs wide apart. Put on the 30 second clip again. Closed my eyes and started stroking. Imagining the scenario.

I had heard my wife scream his name many times before. In fact, in the last few months that's all she did when we were in bed. Earlier on my orders, later naturally on her own. But to hear her scream it with such pure unfiltered ecstasy, that too on his orders...my hand was a blur on my dick. My legs almost gave away as I had to hold on to something while I dumped another tired load over the toilet. Usually for intense black out orgasms like this, I preferred lying down before cumming because it makes it easier to go back to sleep. But I didn't even have the patience to go back to the bed at the moment.

I sat on the toilet to recover. My dick had shrunken, tired of the rigorous exercise it had gotten after 2 days of waiting. I was physically tired too but somewhere still horny mentally. I got up and splashed cold water on my face. I had to get out of pervert mode for a while at least. I brushed my teeth and with a much fresher and calmer mind went back to bed.

It was maybe around 11: 00 a.m or so when the Goan sun really started shining in through the white curtains. Kritika was still asleep mildly snoring. I had only seen her this tired after we had been to trek once. I moved the hair from her cheeks and gave her a small peck. She moved a little and muttered a sweet 'good morning' before wiggling back to sleep. I could only imagine the kind of sex she had had last night. Even our most intense BDSM sessions had lasted perhaps an hour or so. Our actual longest fucking might have been 10-15 mins at max. The most I had ever fucked her was 2 rounds. She had been at his place for around 5-6 hours.

Before I could start playing with my imagination and my dick again, I got up and made myself a coffee and drew open the curtains. The change in the light woke her up. Kritika finally got up...the blanket falling from her naked body as she stretched her arms with a yawn. She was a sight to behold...even more so in the daylight. I leaned against a wall drinking in the coffee and her beauty. There were deep red bite marks all over her neck and around her 36b boobs. I could see scratch marks...nay wounds her wrists where red bangles had been last night. The smudged red lipstick still left a fading trace from her lips to her ears. There were still dried spots of cum on her face that I had missed licking up.

By my kinky smile, she recognized what I was looking at...but then noticed the open curtains. The room had a balcony that opened up to the pool and there were rooms across the pool as well. She immediately covered herself, blushing a bit.

"Draw the covers! Am naked!"

"So what? Where was all this shyness last night eh?" I teased

"That...was different!...Draw the curtains, na!" She said blushing more than teenager after her first date.

"Only if you say the magic word" I raised my eye brow.

She moved her tongue around her mouth...smiled and looked at me. Perhaps remembering all the times, I ordered her around in our BDSM sessions. She got up from the bed, clumsily wrapping the blanket around her and holding it with one hand...came close to me and whispered in my ear "Please..." with a smile. None of the submissiveness, just pure mischief. I smiled and drew the curtains as she casually dropped the blanket to walk into the bathroom.

It wasn't physically possible for me to be erect at that point but I was hugely aroused. She walked to the bathroom swaying her ass. I pulled the curtains close and just put on the TV, watching the news. I asked her from outside if she wanted to order breakfast in or wanted to go out, she screamed that we will go out to the beach view restaurant. I just sat there watching the TV while she hummed a song and ran a bath.

I had read that it was important to rebuild/reassure each other after a night of hotwifing, at least in the earlier days. While I had also read that letting your wife fuck her Ex on her first time is a bad idea, it was too taboo of an idea to let go. She came out of the bath and casually changed into a loose white T shirt and some shorts while making small talk about breakfast and the beach to me. Maybe the fact that it was daytime and that she didn't mention it herself, last night felt like some drunken party. It was very weird...but actually felt comforting that whatever happened didn't have to change anything between us.

It was a cold shower and the rising hunger that made me forget about last night for a while as we enjoyed the remnants of a buffet breakfast. There was some talk about beach and pets...but as soon as one hunger was satisfied, the other restarted. But by now it felt kinda awkward to broach the subject just like that. Especially now that we were outside. By the time we were done having coffee, she could sense the elephant in the room.

"...umm is everything alright?" I was glad she broached the subject.

"Yeah absolutely...So what do you wanna do today?" I resisted the urge to ask if she had planned anything with him.

"...well...I dunno...you tell me...this is only my second time in Goa..."

I had worked in Goa before and knew particularly South Goa well like the back of my hand. I thought it would do us good to spend a little non-sexual time together. So nothing was said of the subject as we got ready. She had put on a simple white top that didn't show anything and jeans. All through the drive to Old Goa, while I was acting as the tour guide husband, I couldn't help but catch a glimpse of her shoulders whenever her top moved a little. I could notice the red bite marks there...she had tried to hide the ones on the neck with make-up but they were too intense to be hidden to a perverted eye. Though tempted to ask, we just drove around. We clicked selfies, had a beer by the riverside, I passed lusty remarks about any sexy girls we encountered. All couple things.

On the drive back, she noticed I was still staring at her neck and blushed a little. Normally I love putting my hand on her thigh sometimes while driving. I didn't want last night to change us too much. Enough was enough. I put my hand on her thigh and squeezed it. She looked at me and understood.

"So...jacking off 4 times last night wasn't enough ha?" She asked.

"Of course, it wasnt!!! Especially because you won't tell me the details!"

"I dunno...I am sorry just feels a bit awkward..." she said with a confused smile.

"I understand honey, But I need to know how it went! "

"You horndog! Some other husband would have wanted to talk about the emotions or something!"

The romance was already back but now so was the mischief.

"Ya, ya I love you...it was a bit weird for me too. But super hot! Now the DETAILS!" I said excitedly.

"Well...what do you wanna know?"

"EVERYTHING!!"

It was now her turn to keep a hand on my thigh. She moved it up slowly towards my crotch.

She made her voice just short of sexy whisper and said...

"It was the best fuck of my life honey. Like you and me are good...but this was out of the world. He was amay-zing..." making sure to stretch out the word 'amazing'.

I may have accidentally stepped on the accelerator a bit.

"Tell me more...tell me everything...bit by bit. "

"Well, let's get back to the room first... I don't want any accidents" She kissed me on my cheek and just sat there smiling in the Goan sun.

As soon as we entered the room, I couldn't wait to change back into my boxer shorts, while she took her time in the bathroom and then came out to change into a sexy red satin low neck night dress that just had two spaghetti straps on the shoulders. With the make-up off... the bite and nail marks were visible again. She crawled into the covers with me with a deliberate slowness. She always knew how I liked telling stories and also how I liked them being told to me. We shared a passionate kiss that got progressively deeper. As soon as my hands started to move under her gown...she stopped the kiss.

"You'll get the details only if you are good boy." ...midly stretching out the word 'boy' for a moment. I knew what that meant even if we hadn't exactly done this before. I can't touch her anywhere without her permission but she can play with me however she wants. She started rubbing my crotch from over my boxer shorts as she whispered into my ear.

"I was just really nervous and excited when I left our room to go the villa. Although me and him had sex chatted a lot about this moment, I didn't know what exactly he had planned for me. I felt so naughty knowing that I was walking into my ex-boyfriends room while my husband was in another one. It felt like all the staff knew what I was doing. As soon as I knocked on his door, I wanted to melt there or just run away. I didn't know if we would sexually connect after all this while. I think he waited for a while before opening the door. He welcomed me in and I just stepped in..."

"What was he wearing?!" came my eager-for-details question.

"Well...he was wearing a tight white formal shirt with the first 2 buttons open...sleeves rolled up and black formal pant and shoes. He wore this big black metallic wrist watch as well. It was like we are on a date..."

"Technically you were...He knows you like that kinda dress" I could imagine how his bulging forearms and the veins sticking out would look in those rolled up sleeves.

"Yeah...he was looking HOT. I thought he would immediately jump on me. But there was this like calmness to him. He had been waiting so many years for this. He just casually moved away from me as if soaking me in. He then ordered me to turn around. There it was honey...the ordering...I had missed it so much that I was instantly wet! I turned around as slowly and seductively for him trying give him a proper show of that transparent red saree. He didn't say a word and went and sat down in a sofa chair on the far corner of the room. He just took a sip from his drink and then asked me to come over to him. I took off my sandals and went over to him. He signalled for me to come sit in his lap. He had always loved that when we were together. Though we rarely got to do it"

I could imagine Kritika walking over the Prathamesh as he sat like a conqueror in a throne beckoning a excited yet scared princess of a defeated kingdom onto his thick lap.

"I walked over and gingerly sat down on his lap. He set his drink aside after taking a sip. He was just staring at me so deeply. I could just see the years of hunger and passion in his eyes. He then started weaving his fingers through my hair. I then realized I was actually kinda shivering with excitement and nervousness. He come close to me and said -

'Are you nervous?'

I just nodded.

'Good. You should be. You should be scared to of what I am going to do to you.'

and smiled a wicked smile.

I just wanted to smack him in the face...he always had that kinda arrogance!"

I noticed the genuine excitement in her voice when she was narrating this to me. By this time I had been ordered to take off my t shirt and vest and her fingers were moving over my chest down to my stomach and circling the hemline of my boxers. She continued --

"Then, he slowly started tracing his fingers from my hair to my neck and back. My nervousness was changing to passion now. I just wanted to kiss him so badly. He held me by the chin. Just to stare into his intense eyes at that point was making me so wet. I felt like such a little girl sitting in his lap.."

She was touching her pussy as she continued delving deeper.

"He just gave me the softest kiss ever. It was soft but felt sooo BEASTLY. Like an animal smelling its prey. It was much different than our date few weeks ago.. "

Aah The Date! I had almost forgotten about it. After agreeing to the wife sharing thing, she had asked to go on a date at least. I had reluctantly agreed. Although my mind knew that in reality there was a process to all this, my heart just wanted to skip to the results and have these two fuck. Having them rekindle their memories over coffee was something that I didn't want. But I knew I needed to let that happen to get what I truly wanted. I had spanked her ass red that day without wanting to know the details. This was the first time I came to know they had kissed on that date! But I was too angry and hard to be mad about it then and too excited and hard to be mad about it now.

"He broke the kiss while I just wanted more of those big thick lips on mine. I sensed him getting up and I got up too. He is just so BIG...I felt so small and helpless in front of him. He started taking his shirt off button by button...sorta putting on a show for me. He threw it across the room. I could feel the change in his moments. My heart started racing again. I was staring at his bulging chest as it heaved up and down like an animal about to pounce. He came close to me, grabbed me by the hair and said

'I have waited so long for this. I knew you would come back to me!'

and just shoved his tongue into my mouth. We were kissing like animals, his hands exploring every curve of my body. By the time he was done, my pallu was already on the ground "

I was practically naked at this point with her hand digging into my shorts and taking them off. She was fondling my hard dick and occasionally caressing the balls. I could imagine Kritika with her lipstick ruined and her pallu on the ground in front of HIM. Only thing that lay between HIM and her huge breasts was the enticingly tight bikini style red blouse. Her deep Madhuri Dixit like navel moving up and down like Madhuri herself from Dhak Dhak karne laga.