Husband Made Her Hot

I am Reema After a long time I felt of writing my real incident after very good response for My story how my Brother made me Hot. I have been receiving various mail appreciating the write up, today I would like to narrate one more real incident which happened around 4 years back.
I had been happily Married & blessed with a Baby, this story is about how I got hot with my hubbies Friend. I am staying with a Joint family after marriage, life of the girl Changes drastically after marriage, with responsibility, hence with busy daily schedules once interest of life changes. This incidence happened while we where driving to Shimla. We two Family was traveling for the vacation I with My husband our 3 year old daughter my husband Friend with his wife & his two Children
My husbands friend name is Rohan with Good personality Good Height with daily work out has good physics, he is very Jolly person always make jokes of everything & make everyone laugh. He & his family use to visit every time to our house & also vice versa we visit their house regularly our relation is very close but never had any sexual feeling towards Rohan . We all were traveling by our SUV which was driven by our Driver, the seating arrangement was such that my husband was sitting in the front, I Rohan’s wife their Daughter & my daughter was in the Middle, while Rohan was Sitting in the back seat with his two year old son. we started from Delhi around 7 in the evening about to reach shimla by 2 am, as we were about to stay for 6 days, as we have our own Bungalow we never had a issue with staying.

The Journey started with lot of Laugh & chit chatting as usual, Rohan with his Jokes was keeping us entertained, we were out of Delhi  in a Highway it was around 9 pm children’s were tired & started sleeping my daughter in my lap & Rohan’s daughter on her mothers lap. My hubby was getting tired I was also feeling tiredness & was resting my head on the back of the seat, almost every one was sleeping it was silent & cool breeze from the car A/c was keeping the temperature cool. As my head was on the Back seat I did not realize that I was resting on Rohan’s hand he also did not object nor he said anything.As I was in a deep sleep, I started realizing that someone is moving his figures on my cheek very softly & slowly  the figures was touching my ears I was getting sensation in my whole body, I slowly opened my eyes I was feeling sensual & my breathing was increasing, I was getting sexual aroused I was loving the way he was moving his hand on my face & ears I was enjoying the Golden touch, he might have touched me many times but I never felt such a feeling earlier, I think Rohan understood that I am awake but he did not stop moving his hand on my cheek nor I objected, after some time he moved his hand further towards my neck I was already aroused his hand was moving very slowly. I was thinking about his next move I was enjoying every touch of his. I was wearing a Salwar with low neck & Chuni to cover my Breast, Rohan’s hand was now moving from my neck towards shoulder he was trying to play with my bra’s Strap. I think he wanted to know my reaction he had then brought his hand towards my chest he pushed his hand inside the Salwar just touching the tip of my Breast he was slowly rubbing side way of my upper part of the breast, my sensuality was increasing & getting more aroused this was going on for an hours Suddenly the driver asked my husband about dinner & we stopped in a restaurant for the same Rohan removed his hand acted as if he got up in a deep sleep The car was stopped & we all got down moving towards the restaurant.        

We all were moving very quietly towards the restaurant my hubby had our daughter in his arm, where as Rohan was holding his son & his wife was walking along with Rohan with their daughter. I was walking with my husband I & Rohan’s  wife went to the wash room along with our Daughter. When I went to loo I realized that my panty was wet this was the first time after marriage I had cum in my panty, when I came to the table for Dinner we all were quite just one or two eyes contact I had with Rohan, I was feeling ashamed but I had enjoyed that one hour like a heaven. We all finished our dinner & went back to the car. Driver started the car & again we all were chit chatting Childrens were making lot of noise & playing it was around 11 now & we were Passing Karnal after some time children’s started sleeping & after an hour or so My hubby & Rohan’s wife also slept. I was not getting sleep I was sitting in Normal position in few min Rohan just whisperedin my ears asking what happened you are not getting sleep, I just looked back Smiled at him & kept my head on the back of the seat without replying anything. I was feeling the wetness on my Panty. Rohan kept his hand on my Cheek & started moving I just turned by head a bit & kissed his finger he started rubbing my lips with his finger l just turned my Position towards the window so that all my Breast & face is moved towards the window of the car, he immediately inserted his hand inside my Salwar & started feeling my breast he was Pressing my Breast gently & started moving his finger on my Nipples, I was getting aroused & I was pressing my pussy with both my leg as hard as possible I was licking for the second time. Rohan was pressing both my breast after some time he Moved his hand towards my pussy & started rubbing by his finger above my salwar he made me lick. I enjoyed the movement we were about to reach Shimla any time I made my position proper adjusted my Bra & panty as we reached shimla I went to the wash room Changed My panty had a wash & changed my self & went to bed with my Hubby some how my hubby was even hot he had a Sex with me that day even his pennies was so hard that he inserted it very hard I enjoyed the sex with my Hubby but while inserting I was thinking of Rohan I am damn sure Rohan also had a good sex with his wife & his wife might have enjoyed a lot

Tantra Massage

Those who have been reading my stories, know that my name is Suman and that I am happily married to Raman. We are an Indian couple in our 40's. As you might have already read, we have had a few experiences with swapping and with exploring our erotic natures, normally while on holiday so family and friends do not suspect. This story is about the first Tantra massage I had. For those who have never tried it, Tantra is a wonderful experience for both men and women. The Tantra practitioners engage in what they call either lingam or yoni massage. A session will do wonders, especially for women who rarely orgasm and men who experience premature ejaculation. It has been four years since I had this session. I credit it as the beginning of what is, for me, now, a very fulfilling sexual life, full of highly erotic and memorable experiences.

I was attending yoga classes and, after some time, became friendly with the yoga teacher, Rashmi. She was an Indian woman in her 40's with the body of a much younger woman. To me, she was beautiful as well as built for sex. We soon became close enough to share details of our lives, as girlfriends are wont to do.


Raman and I went for a short holiday so I missed a few yoga classes. When I got back to the classes, Rashmi inquired about our trip. She teased me by suggesting that I might have had a lot of sex with Raman. As we discussed my trip, the talk became intimate and we shared details of our sex lives. Rashmi said that she almost always had an orgasm and most times had multiple orgasms. I was almost speechless at that revelation. She said that it was due to a Tantra massage and session she had. I had never heard of such, so Rashmi gave a few details and urged me to have a similar session. I was stunned that she was suggesting that I have an intimate massage with someone who was not my husband.

During the next week, we talked more about her massage experience and she provided more details of what happened to and for her. She went on to say that her husband had also had a Tantra massage. She said it had opened them both up sexually to the point that now their sex life was dramatically different and more exciting than she could have imagined. Of course, I spoke with Raman about our conversation and he was curious to know more. So, we did some research. What we found were testimonials about what a tremendous impact it had made on couples. Still, I was hesitant, but Raman was keen on the idea and wanted to know more.

We invited Rashmi to our place for an in-depth discussion. She informed us that that her yoga guru, Shivanand, and his assistant, Meena, had been the ones to give her and her husband their first Tantra massage when Rashmi and her husband visited them at their ashram in the hills of the Himalayas. I said that it was not likely we would go there, and she said not to worry too much about that since Shivanand and Meena were scheduled to come to town in the near future. She said she would contact them and ask if they would be willing to work with Raman and me.

Later in the week, Rashmi called and informed us that Shivanand and Meena were, indeed, coming for a few days and had agreed to meet with us to discuss the possibility of a Tantra massage. For the next couple of weeks, I alternated between excitement and hesitancy about what would be a more intimate experience that I was used to having. The day finally came. Raman and I went to meet Shivanand and Meena. We were surprised to see such a handsome couple in their 30' s. After some small talk about families and our lives, we got to the main topic of discussion. They began asking us probing questions about our sex lives. I have never before been asked such detailed questions or had to provide such detailed answers on such a personal subject. They urged us to be open and frank about things we liked and things we did not.

Shivanand explained that the Tantra massage and session would be either one or two days depending on our preferences and willingness. He cautioned that it would be very intimate and would involve tantric breathing, full body massage, lingam and yoni massage and would be performed by opposite sex, him with me and Meena with Raman. He also said that, if we wanted, they would teach maithuna, tantric sex. I told them that I had never been naked in anyone but Raman's presence. And, I had never even seen a naked male, other than Raman, let alone had sex with anyone.

They apologized for being so blunt but asked whether I would be able to engage in the session. They explained that, in their experience, very few Indian women would agree because it meant having to set aside all inhibitions. They also expressed concern about whether Raman would agree with me being touched by, aroused by and, possibly, even having sexual intercourse with Shivanand. Also, they wondered how I would feel about Raman doing the same things with Meena.

They then gave a thorough overview of the actual activities of the session and urged us to think it over carefully, since it would impact our relationship, either improving it, or, if either of us felt bad later, potentially causing problems. They said that we should look at them as a teachers and not to view the session as having some sexual fun with other people. They indicated that everything would be done only with our consent and nothing would be forced on us. Besides, they said that they were charging a hefty fee so that we should think twice before accepting.

That night, Raman and I had one of our most intense discussions. I said that I was reluctant to have the session since I had never been with another man and had to be naked and do things. I asked Raman how my doing that would make him feel. He said he also would be having a session with another female and would be doing the same things. Raman said he was willing and hoped I would agree to give it a try and do whatever I felt was ok and nothing more. He suggested that I have the massage, but to hold off deciding on the maithuna until afterward and see how I felt about it then. I called Rashmi, who, of course, was urging me to just let myself go and do it. She said that Shivanand was very good and would never force me to do anything I did not like. I told Raman about my conversation with Rashmi and said that if he really wanted to do this that I would try. The next morning, Raman called Shivanand and Meena and informed them of our decision.

Shivanand congratulated us on our decision, gave us the scheduled date and said that in the time between now and that day we were to meet that he wanted us do a series of breathing exercises which he explained to us. As the day approached, I became more and more nervous and almost decided to cancel more than once. But, before I could do that, we got a call from Shivanand and Meena who said they had booked rooms in a local resort and asked us to meet them one day earlier than scheduled. They expressed their joy that I had made such a bold decision and said I would never regret doing so. As we talked, my fears seem to melt away. They ended the call telling us to come the next day fresh and happy with no preconceived notions and to leave our inhibitions at the door.

They welcomed us warmly next day and after some casual talk, Meena said she was taking Ramon into one room and Shivanand and I were to go to another room. When we entered the room, I was surprised at how much detail they had put into arranging things to set the mood. There was a huge bed in the center of the room. All round the bed on the floor were scented candles and flowers. It looked and smelled heavenly. Shivanand smiled at my reaction and said that I should just relax and take it all in. He turned on some light music then instructed me to go in the bathroom and have as long a bath as I wanted but to come back wrapped only in a towel.

I hardly remember that bath. But, walking out in just a towel took all my courage. When I did, there stood Shivanand, waiting with a sarong wrapped around him. He told me to sit in the center of the bed. Then, he sat opposite me. For what seemed an eternity, we sat facing each other. When he finally spoke, he asked me to relax and offered a prayer which I was told to repeat.

He said that we would begin with simple deep breathing and he wanted me to look at him while he would do the same with me. We started by him breathing and me following his pattern. Then, we began breathing together, establishing the same rhythm. Within no time I was feeling relaxed, which I attributed to the atmosphere and the focus on breathing. Then he told me to lay on my side and he laid on his facing me. In that position, we repeated the breathing. After a few moments, he had us stand facing each other continuing the breathing. He asked me to slowly look him over, really seeing him, from head to toe.

After having me view him several times, he said to relax while he did the same to me. Then, the first hurdle. He asked me to remove my towel. I was scared but somehow it felt ok, again the breathing and mood of the room I suspect I hesitantly removed the towel, all the time keeping my eyes to the floor. He told me to look at him. When, I raised my eyes, I realized that he had also removed his sarong. We both stood there naked facing each other. I did not know what to do as I had never seen a naked man so closely, other than Raman. He smiled as I looked at his face and said that I should look at his body from head to toe and that he would look at mine at the same time.

I was struck by the thought that he had a good body, with only a light amount of chest hair. As I looked down, of course my eyes were drawn to his cock, which he had told me was called his lingam, I was a little surprised to see that, even though he was not erect, he looked rather large. After a few moments of this, he asked me to lay on bed and said now we would repeat our side facing session of breathing and looking at one another. I could practically feel his gaze on my body from top to bottom as if he was touching me with his eyes . He seemed to take extra time when looking at my breasts and pussy, which he said was my yoni.

As I stared intently at his body, my eyes kept lingering on his cock. As I watched him, it began to gain in hardness and it was now about half erect. In other circumstances, it would be difficult to keep gazing from such close distance without getting excited. But, the whole atmosphere was not overtly sexual or passionate. It was more sensual and pleasing. I felt calm and relaxed. He reminded me to continue the deep breathing and to be sure to concentrate on doing so during the session.

Shivanand broke the silence by asking how I felt. He was particularly concerned that I felt comfortable. I told him that I never expected the session to be like this and that I was feeling warm, relaxed and my senses seemed heightened. I said it felt wonderful. He smiled and said that was good and informed me that from now on the session will be more intense and interactive. He asked if I felt comfortable enough to actively participate without any inhibitions. I heard myself agreeing and not believing I was saying it.

He asked me to lay on the bed on my back and said he would feel my body softly. He began touching from my forehead and grazed his fingertips over my face, neck, and shoulders. His touch was feather light and I could feel my skin responding by wanting him to touch everywhere. He traced my body with his fingers touching my breasts, my nipples, stomach and all-round my pussy and thighs. Then he retraced his path back to my forehead. He did this several times. I know I was not counting, just feeling tingly.

Then, while looking at me, he described my body. He said he was now going to tell me what all he wanted to do with me. He described how he wanted to feel me, to kiss my lips, tease and lick my nipples, then tease my yoni, my clit and explore my yoni with his fingers. Finally, looking at my yoni, he said I had a wonderful and a juicy yoni and he would like to put his lingam in my yoni and give me lots of pleasure. He was speaking in a cool and calm voice. It did not feel vulgar at all. In fact, I felt wonderful and was ready to allow him to do anything.

After I said I was ok with what he told me he wanted to do, he slowly caressed my body, with a firmer, more sexual contact this time. He gently stroked and squeezed my breasts and teased my nipples. I was trying to focus on breathing and feeling my body respond and realized two things. One, I was having trouble keeping my breathing steady as I was getting aroused. Two, my pussy was starting to get very wet. About that time, he spread my legs and moved to sit between them.

I felt his hands spread my thighs farther apart and he began to trace my labia. By the time he touched my clit, I was fairly dripping with excitement. He inserted one finger between my lips and slowly pushed it fully into my pussy. He teased the delicate inside stroking slowing in and out. After a couple moments, he added a second finger. It felt almost like having a cock inside me. He stroked me like that for a few minutes. It was very erotic as opposed to being like raw sex. I was surprised that it and it did not feel vulgar and I did not feel in any way exposed or uncomfortable. As he stroked me slowly, I could feel my body responding as if I was not in control and, in no time, I had a huge orgasm. He stayed stroking while I came down from my orgasm, then he kissed my pussy. He smiled at me and said that is was very juicy. He asked to just lie there, relax and enjoy the moment.

In a few minutes, I was calmed and he told me that he was going to lie on his back and that I was to do to him what he did to me. He had me begin by describing his body and how it felt for me to look at it and touch it. I said he had a wonderful body and that I liked looking at him. I told him I especially liked looking at his cock, which now was half erect. I told him I would like to play with it and see if I could make him fully erect. I told him I wanted to stroke his cock, kiss it and perhaps let him put his lingam in my yoni. I felt as if I was in a trance as I spoke to him. I could not believe that it was me saying these things I had never said to another man or feeling the things I felt.

He told me to do whatever I wanted with his body. I touched his face, felt his cheeks and neck, shoulders, traced all round his chest. He told me to go slow touching him with my finger as if it was a feather. As I was lightly stroking his body, I could see his cock getting exited and swelling more and more. By now, my stroking down his body had arrived at that beautiful cock. I felt all round his cock slowly from bottom I held it in my fist and felt it gain in size and hardness until it was fully erect. I leaned closer to it to get a better look as my hand moved up and down on it. I thought to myself, "what a wonderful cock". It stood majestically to what I guess must have been about 9 inches long, and it just seemed so thick.

I played with it for several minutes and then I felt the urge to kiss and suck it. I kissed the tip a few times running my lips and tongue around the head. Then, I slowly centered it on my lips and gently sucked the head. When I tried to suck the head into my mouth I had to stretch my jaw to get it in. I teased it with my tongue, reveling in the taste of him and his precum. All the while, he was smiling and breathing deeply and enjoying himself. I licked and sucked him slowly not wanting to stop for what seemed a rather long time.

After a while, he told me stop and just lie beside him and relax. As we lay and looked at one another, breathing deeply, he asked how I felt. I told him everything was okay, more than okay. I said I felt very happy and safe. I hugged him and kissed him deeply. We lay next to each other for several minutes until he announced that it was time for lunch. I was shocked. We had spent more than 3 hours but if felt like no time at all. So, we each took a bath, got dressed and went into the main room.

As we came out of our little hideway, we saw that Raman and Meena were also ready for lunch. Raman asked me how the session went. I just hugged him crying and thanking him for pressurizing me to have the tantra session. We had a couple of minutes to tell each other the basics of what happened, enough to know that we each had a similar experience and we both had a similar reaction, one of being happy we decided to do this..

After we had lunch, we were told to take a short nap and rest up before the next session. Raman and I laid together in each others arms. I told Raman that I had not expected to react so well to another man touching me in such an intimate way. I said I felt sexually aroused but in a purely sensual way. I told him how I had played with and sucked and licked Shivanand's cock and how much I had enjoyed him. I said how large he was. I told Raman that the whole session seemed like a dream. Raman said that was exactly how he felt about his session and that he and Meena had done the same things.

Of course, that brought us to the question of whether I was ready to go further since the next session would be even more intimate. I told him that I would definitely get the massage and decide about the maithuna when the time arrived. We drifted off to sleep holding one another.

Shivanand called us and when we met him and Meena in the main room, he explained that the body massage and the Yoni and Lingam massage, as it is called, would be the next activity. He said by doing this our Chakras will be awakened and we would feel a sense of arousal as a result. This, he said would have tremendous effect on us and it was through that awakening that multiple orgasms were achieved, and for, Raman, maximum control of his ejaculation.

He explained that in tantra, the man is the Buddha while woman is the Shakti or Goddess. That is the man gives the woman all the pleasure. The aim of Tantra is that the man and woman should enjoy sex for a prolonged period, with multiple orgasms. The man should also achieve an orgasm, but without ejaculating. They said Tantra teaches the man how to control his orgasms so that they can occur and he can control whether or not to have an orgasm include ejaculation. Shivanand said men with his level of training can have sex for hours without cumming, yet have several orgasms.

Then, he asked our thoughts about maithuna. He said if we felt comfortable it would happen. He asked Raman and me whether we would accept the fact that each of us would have maithuna with each of them. He said he wanted to be sure we would not feel jealous or have guilt feelings later, so that we should not have any marital discord as a result. He asked us to talk it over and decide.

While they went to rearrange the beds and flowers and light new candles, Raman and I discussed the issue. We both agreed that we would if we feel comfortable in the moment. I said that the thought of having multiple orgasms and enjoying the touching was wonderful but I was little worried that since Shivanand had a huge cock I may find it difficult. Raman said that I should do what I feel, but that he was fine with me having full sex with Shivanand. I said that he should feel free to do the same with Meena. So, it seemed the die was cast.

We were instructed to go to our individual bathrooms and to bathe. This time, I enjoyed the bath, toweled off and walked into the room fully naked to face Shavinand. He took some warm scented oil and started to rub it on my body. After he had applied the oil all over, he asked me to lie on my stomach. He then started to massage my back, and my legs moving very slowly. His touch was firm but soft and sensual at the same time. As he continued to massage I sort of dozed off. When he asked me turn over I was a little bit groggy. He started to massage my face, cheeks, hands, etc. slowly while sitting by my side. As he moved down towards my breasts and stomach, he reminded me to breathe deeply and just enjoy the massage. 


He massaged all round my breasts, using different strokes and by the time he came to my nipples, I could feel the excitement resulting in my pussy starting to get wet. He started to tease my nipple with just one finger and then with two fingers gently pulling and pinching it. He took turns teasing one nipple, then the other. I could feel my arousal growing. It was as if my skin was on fire. He was not rough. Instead there was a solidness to his touch that stoked my fires and caused my pussy to practically drip with my juices.

Then, he began to rub both breasts simultaneously and worked both nipples at the same time. I was finding it difficult to control my breathing which was becoming more and more ragged as I felt I was ready to explode. He sensed that I was nearing my orgasm and slightly increased the pressure. In no time I had a huge orgasm. My whole body shook violently. and my muscles began to spasm. I collapsed with a loud shout. He held my hand and looked into my eyes and just smiled. No words were necessary. For a few minutes, I was completely dazed.

As I regained my composure, Shivanand got some more scented oil ready for further massage. He arranged some pillows behind my back, and put a pillow below my bum, so that I could see what he was doing to my pussy. He asked me to spread my legs and sat between them. Asking me to relax completely, and breathe deeply, he told me to watch what he was doing. He began by massaging my stomach and gradually working his way down to my pussy. Taking lots of oil, he massaged all round my pussy. He rubbed my outer lips slowly. He plucked at my labia with one hand while he lightly pinched it with his thumb and fore finger. He did one side of my pussy, then the other. It felt wonderful. He was doing it slowly and it was having a huge effect. My pussy was expanding and contracting with what I now know were mini orgasms, one after another.

He then found my clit with a forefinger and started to massage it with other hand slowly. It felt like I was dreaming, the pleasure was so great. As he continued I was finding it harder and harder to to control myself. I was moaning and breathing very rapidly. While he held my clit, he inserted the middle finger of his other hand inside me and started to slowly massage deep in my pussy. Within no time, my pussy juices were leaking. He looked into my eyes as his hands performed their magic. My mind was struggling to understand all the feelings I was experiencing while wondering how good it would feel to have his large cock inside me. and did not know what he was doing. It was as if I was watching myself from outside my body.

Suddenly I felt my body shaking and realized the series of mini orgasms were building up to a huge orgasm. When I looked down, Shivanand had again put 2 fingers in my yoni and was massaging me inside. He smiled at me and asked me to let go of myself and cum. I needed no further encouragement and heard myself shouting and watched my legs flailing so hard that I almost kicked him. My muscles seemed to have their own mind as they contracted while my pussy muscles sqeezed and released on his fingers. As my orgasm began to subside, he removed his fingers from my yoni and cupped the entire pussy massaging it and my clit lightly. He leaned down and kissed my yoni and told me that I had a beautiful, very responsive and active pussy.

He let me relax for a while and lay next to me holding my hands. As I came back to my senses fully, I realized that the next activity was maithuna. I could see Shivanand's cock was erect with excitement. I thought to myself if just having a yoni massage was so wonderful, should I stop at that? On the other hand, having gone this far, why not just let myself have the full experience and do the maithuna also. I turned to face him and boldly, for me, reached for his lingam, ok, his cock. It sprang up to full hardness in an instant. He looked at me with the most gentle expression and asked me whether I was ready for maithuna. I nodded my consent and told him that I wanted to go through with the whole tantra session.

He sat with his legs stretched forward and asked me get up and sit on his lap. He said maithuna is done first in Lotus position, that is sitting face to face with legs spread around other. I said that I was a bit afraid that I might find it difficult to put his huge cock in my pussy in a sitting position. He agreed and told me to lay with my legs wide spread. He lay on me for a few moments and then tenderly kissed me. Then, he lifted his hips and asked me to guide his cock in me.

Holding his huge pulsing cock in one hand I spread my pussy lips with the other and asked him to go slow. As I guided him, he gently pushed forward with his hips and I felt the head of his cock spread my pussy as it slipped inside. I was surprised that my pussy expanded with out any pain and the cock smoothly went in. Of course, that was because I was so excited and my pussy was so wet. I felt him push deeper until our hips met and I realized he was fully inside. Then, he began to move. I hardly had any trouble when he stroked his cock in and out a few times. The next time he was fully in me, he held himself deep inside and told me to savor the sensation, while we kissed each other. It was not a kiss of passion, rather a kiss of pure tenderness.

I realized that his huge cock was making me excited and that I was ready to climax again. As I held him in a tight embrace, he slightly moved his cock in and out until my pussy began to clench him in another orgasmic flurry. After my excitement abated, we rearranged ourselves in the Lotus sitting position, facing each other. We did some breathing first one after other and then together. This was having a great affect on us. I could sense his cock swelling in me and I was again getting wet. As we held each other, he asked me to move my body so that his cock would smoothly move in and out.

It felt like heaven. It was so wonderful that I did not know what was happening to me. I just did whatever he said. After some time he lay on bed and asked me to mount him. I could see my juices covering his cock as he guided it in my pussy. It went in so easily I did not feel any discomfort. He asked to take charge as Goddess while he, as Buddha, would help me attain happiness. I rode him while he fondled my breasts tenderly, We did this for a while until he asked what other positions I wanted to try.

We did a number of positions, him on top, side by side with my legs up, and so on. I just did whatever came to my mind. I felt so free and so in charge of my body. It was not the sex of lovers or even the sex of two people striving for release. Rather, it was tender love, with me, the Goddess, enjoying every sensation. His cock was as stiff as it was from the beginning and he never ejaculated whereas I was running from one orgasm to another. After a while, I began to tire. Shivanand suggested that we end the session and wanted to know in what position I wanted to end. I said I wanted him on top and wanted him to cum inside me.

As we tried to change position, his cock slipped out of my pussy. I looked at it. It just seemed to stand so majestically coated fully with my juices. I kissed it tenderly, tasting myself, then asked him to enter me. As he moved in and out of my pussy, we held each other in a tight but tender embrace. In no time, I could feel my orgasm building and I could feel his cock pulse as it slid in and out of my pussy. As my excitement peaked I was shouting as the orgasm hit me. I held onto him tightly, my pussy squeezing him. Shivanand also shuddered and held me Shivanand held me for some time letting me relax and regain my composure. I was surprised that his cock was still hard and he had not cum. When I asked about it, he said that is Tantra. He, as Buddha, had given pleasure to me, the Goddess. He said he had had many orgasms but they did not require him to ejaculate to do so.

As we lay side by side holding hands, I thought about what all we had done from the time we met this morning. I could not believe that I had done things which I never even dreamed of doing. What a wonderful and surprising experience. When I looked at the clock on the wall I was surprised to note that it was already 5 in the evening and we had spent more than 2.5 hours with the massage and maithuna. It was unbelievable.

Shivanand said that from now on I am a changed woman who knows what pleasure is. What we had was sacred sex. He taught as a teacher, not as a lover. He said he was happy that I was able to overcome my inhibitions and actively participate. He also said I was one of the few women with whom he found it difficult to control himself, because of my response.

As we lay there, we heard Raman and Meena. Shivanand went out and called them in. I was surprised to find them naked. Meena said they had finished the session. I got up and went over and hugged Raman. We held each other for some time. Then, Meena told us that Raman was a good learner and was able to hold himself well. She told us what all they did. During the Lingam massage Raman was taught how to control his ejaculation by holding his breath. Raman said Meena had given him the lingam massage and that they also did maithuna. Even though Raman could not last long first time, with Meena's help he was able to control himself longer the second time.

Shivanand explained what all we did. I told them that I had a wonderful time having multiple orgasms. Raman said he suspected that I would do maithuna and enjoy it. Then, Shivanand asked me to look at Meena's naked body fully, and for Raman to look at him. He explained that was so that later we would not have any suspicion about what Raman did with Meena and I did with him. Meena had a wonderful body with firm breasts. Any man would definitely like to have her. When Raman was looking at Shivanand, I went and held his huge cock which was half erect and told Raman that it given me great pleasure. As I was explaining, it became fully erect. Raman was surprised to see just how big Shivanand's cock was and expressed surprise that I was able to take it in my pussy.

We discussed the activities and talked for some time. Meena told us to practice breathing and asked Raman to practice controlling his ejaculation. She said if we practice regularly, since our Chakras have been aroused, we would be able to have the best sex. They asked us to look back on the whole session as a learning experience and advised us not to remember it as raw sex. When we asked them if there was more to learn and whether we needed another session, they said that we should wait for a month or two, practice and ensure that what we learned would become second nature to us. They did say that there was, indeed more to learn, that further sessions were even more interactive and they hoped we would allow them to work with us again. But, that is another story.

The Next Man Fucked My Wife

Our sex had been greatly enhanced by a man fucking my wife in a hotel just once. But I always wondered why I had let another man fuck her and she had given into him so easily. I felt a little jealous that another man had touched and entered her but hot at the same time! Every time I got into her, the vision of the man entering her filled my mind and made me hot and aroused!!
She did not talk about having sex with another man for a year but I always felt hot when I thought about it. When we fucked, I asked her about Anup and though aroused, she was evasive and just mentioned she had been fucked and that was all. But one evening in bed, she suddenly said maybe she should have sex with another perdaughter. I had been thinking about it, and though it did bother me, it made me real hot and nice!
I asked who she had in mind. She told me that Kannan, who worked in the office with her and who played the tabla for her when she taught dancing. He had kept eyeing her milk filled breasts with hot looks! Also he would be gone in a week’s time to his new place of posting far away so she thought that she could have him once or twice in the short time. When I told her that she could invite her for drink on Saturday, she said she already had! What I did not know but was to learn later was that she was already fucked him the day before! This is what happened:

I had been away in town engaged in work and she had returned early at 1 pm to feed our daughter when Kannan passed by the house.  She invited him in on some pretext and was talking on some mundane thing. With the feeding our daughter over she told the 13 year old girl, who looked after our daughter, to take him to the park. Kannan, in the meanwhile watching my wife getting the daughter ready for the park, seeing her at close range her breast and ass, could hardly control himself. She wore a ghagra but with no petticoat and only a t-shirt without a bra. Her breast was big now and full of milk.
Just as soon as the girl left the house with our daughter, Kannan caught hold of my wife and began kissing her. She struggled a bit but he did not let go and dragged her into the bedroom where she fell into the bed and he on top of her. The girl, in the meanwhile, had come back to get something she had forgotten, had seen her through the open door, on the bed with the man on top! She looked surprised but did not say anything and left as quickly as she had come in.
My wife pushed Kannan away saying that look what you did! He was at a loss but my wife made him sit still on my chair while he went out to see that everything was alright with my daughter and the girl. She came back a few minutes later, and everything all fine and she began looking through the books on the shelf, standing just next to where Kannan was sitting by the table and bookself.  One his hands cupped the left buttock. She did not budge but looked down at him as if to say you naughty boy! He then ran his hand up and was surprised to find that she wore no panties. In the meantime she sat down to prevent him from feeling her more saying that he should not do these things! Not with conviction though! She was hot and sexy. He pulled her up, pushed her against the wall, lifted her skirt and against her mild and feeble resistance, fucked her quickly.
The next day he came late in the evening on my invitation and without me knowing what had happened.
We sat around for some time in the living room till our baby had gone to sleep and the nursemaid had dinner and gone to bed. I invited him to our study, adjacent to our bedroom and showed him a few magazines and books and excused myself to go to the toilet. I quietly doubled back and watched from behind the curtains of our room. I was surprised to see that she was pressing her breast while she was serving him some drinks and snacks and she allowed him to do so!! (I did not know then that he had done her quickly the night before!)
When I came back we chatted about mundane things until I suggested that he should teach my wife how to play rummy. He and my wife quickly sat together at the table and I joined them. I put the lights low so that only the cards could be seen! My wife was watching and listening intently to him while I played a few games. Then I said I was going to sleep and but she could learn and continue if they liked. I had an important meeting to go to tomorrow. I said ‘good night’ and promptly went to bed. My wife said she would follow soon but that she had to see few things in the house.  Kannan said he had to go and I should get a good night sleep.  But they kept sitting as I left. I went to bed but kept my ears open!
They kept on talking but after some time felt silent. They were probably kissing and he must have been running his hand all over her! Then he got up and told my wife that it was late and he should go. My wife went to see him off but they both disappeared in the darkness of the drawing room. They had both stopped. She had held on to him as he had lifted her and penetrated her, coming quickly. She wore nothing underneath! In the few minutes that I had waited and then got up to see quietly what was going on, it was all over and he was gone.
My wife was naked with her skirt held high above the waist and cum running down her thighs. She was going to wash it off when she ran into me. She was hot and caught hold off my hand and put it to her cunt for me to feel the slippery wetness and the heat! I was feeling hot and immediately took out my rod and put it into her. She moaned and sighed and came again as I released my load.
The next day I pretended to go out of town for the night and started off in the afternoon. However, I returned at 4 o’clock and stayed in the house leaving my scooter at a nearby shop. My wife had spoken to him already about coming at around 7:30 pm, after the nursemaid had gone to sleep. Kannan agreed. I was to hide in the store room and sleep for the night in the little extra room and also served as my study.
In the meanwhile, I had made a pin hole from the little extra room to the bed room through the wood and cement joint. The pin hole looked directly on to the bed in which the occupants would be facing me and it was perfect for viewing if the lights were put out at my end. I covered the little hole with paper and waited.
At 7:45 pm Kannan suddenly came through the open back door! I had not been warned but luckily I was already in my room. He had ascertained that the girl had gone to sleep and that my wife was alone with the baby sleeping on the cot. He closed the door and came quietly into our bedroom where my wife was waiting in anticipation. With my heart racing I removed the paper covering the pin hole and looked into the room.  T hey could be seen by the dim yet visible table lamp which she had put on.
What I saw was my wife on the bed and breastfeeding the baby who had got up. She was wearing only a petticoat. Kannan was removing his clothes.  Then he lay down behind her and holding her while she put the baby to sleep again. They lay in this position for some time. Then he turned her around to him and with closed eyes she gave him her mouth to be kissed! He kissed her, mouth open and his hand moving and pressing her breasts and thighs!
This was the first time I had seen another man kissing and fondling her breasts! She was feeling hot and aroused and her head went back with a soft moan! I was also aroused and wanted to join her! This sent a rush of tingling sensation through me and I wanted desperately to walk in and join them! I could feel the intense and powerful feeling in my groins and manhood. I began to masturbate! My wife was only in a petticoat and which was removed by Kannan. He was also fondling and pressing  her breasts.  I felt a great shivering and hotness! She was being felt by another man, fondled and caressed, and moaning ooohhhh aaahhhh!! I could bear it no longer I came!! With a gush I had never felt before! But I continued to watch.
Kannan was now kneeling above her and between her legs as she lay naked and spread for him! He touched her vagina for some time and I was totally surprised that she was not a bit ticklish but loved his feeling her! He then slowly entered her while she totally gave herself to him. He gently fell on her, kissing her and then moving on her. I watched a man fuck her for the first time and he appeared big and to totally cover her. She held her head back and shook her head from side to side and her hand sometimes held on to him or griped the bed sheets! Her eyes were closed but you could see the intense enjoyment she felt and she came into orgasm with a loud hissing sound and moaning. Kannan also came with jerky movements.
They lay for some time and I waited for him to go so I could fuck my loving wife. She had taken a load of come and I wanted to feel it. But it was not to be. Kannan got up but not to go! He just put off the light and got into bed again. Now I could not see them! They were quiet now. I also lay quietly for about an hour before I heard them again. I could hear her moaning with almost a crying sound and I could hear Kannan fuck her with the noise from the bed! I must have gone to sleep at about 1 AM, alone that night and unable to fuck my wife because of another man in the bed room with her. Kannan left the house the next morning at around 6:30 AM. She later told me that Kannan had fucked her 5 times that night!
Kannan fucked my wife for 2 more nights before he was transferred!

True story of my beautiful wife's affair with our disgusting

This is a true story of my beautiful wife's affair with our disgusting, elderly neighbor. It has been well over four years now but their appetite hasn't worn off. The story has been dramatized to make it presentable to the reader. The majority of the story and the acts involved are true but could be slightly exaggerated to provide reading pleasure. The story has been written is a narration of past events and is written from a husband's perspective. A little bit of background first: We come from an upper class Sindhi family. I am 30 years old and my wife is 23; we have been married for 4 years now and have a wonderful one-year old son. We own a luxurious bungalow in a plush locality. I look after our family business that I inherited from my parents and have to commute to couple of cities on a monthly basis. My wife, Manisha, looks after our son and house.Ours is an arranged marriage. Manisha was a coy 19-year female when we got married. As the name suggests she is very desirable woman and the kind of woman men simply lust for. It was her fabulous looks that attracted me. She is gifted with an extremely fair and flawless complexion and could easily pass of as a foreigner if it had not been for her frame. She stands 5' 7", much taller as per Indian standards but true to her Punjabi origins has wholesome body that has only become ripe over the past 4 years. Even after giving birth to our son she has maintained her figure;
if at all her bust line has increased by a few inches. Over the years, we have genuinely fallen in love with each other. The freedom of having a nuclear family has been truly a boon for us. We both could devote time to each other, rather than to each other's families.As our love matured and we became more comfortable with each other, our sex life became more and more adventurous. Both of us were virgins before we got married. By the end of the first year of our marriage, we were done experimenting with a lot of different positions for sex and had started discussing each other's wild fantasies. Initially, we only exchanged our tame fantasies but as time passed we moved on to our raunchier ones.Surprisingly, both our fantasies where about swapping partners with other couple. This is a taboo in our society and hence added the thrill to our sex life. Initially, we fantasized about having sex with an unknown couple but it didn't work for us, not for long. Both of us couldn't associate with imaginary characters and longed for reality. So, we substituted the imaginary couple with a real couple, whom we new. This worked wonderfully and both of us immensely enjoyed the sessions. As the days passed, I realized that I enjoyed having Manisha fucked by someone else. So, very soon, it was the usual theme of me impersonating as some other husband humping Manisha. Over a period of time we even got unmarried guys humping Manisha in our fantasies. We both enjoyed the fantasies and Manisha was content having them as fantasies. I wanted to live our fantasy, however. I wanted to see my wife taken by some other guy.After birth of our first son, Tushar, I brought up the idea about enacting our fantasy. I made it clear to her that I was more interested in watching her boned by someone else rather than me experimenting with some new pussy. She, however, was unsure of even considering the idea. Her primary concerns were our family prestige and our relationship. I didn't know how to convince her but pestered her on every possible opportunity. Around this time, I started exploring this concept of sharing your wife on internet and found quite a few interesting hot wife websites. In an effort to convince her, I shared some of the stories I read on these sites with Manisha. She was very surprised to find real life couples talking about their escapades in such gory details. The websites gave Manisha more confidence and we started enacting one of the stories every weekend or whenever we had leisure time.We also watched some movies with hot wife themes on every opportunity we got. It was clear that she enjoyed the idea but was unsure of acting it out in reality.Last month, I again brought up this topic while fucking her. Unlike other times, however, she immediately agreed. I came inside her immediately as soon as I heard her acceptance. She had a few conditions, though."Vinit, you have been pursuing this for almost a year now, I think, you really want this to happen, right?" she said"Yes. I desperately want this to happen dear," I eagerly replied"Even I am warming up to the idea. I would like somebody to keep me warm on the nights you are away.""I hope this is only about me sampling with someone else in the bedroom and not you," she said looking into my eyes."Of course honey. I have no interest in any other woman. I just want you to have the best in the world," I found myself replying to her without even blinking."If this has to start Vinit then it would be on my terms," said Manisha in a concerned tone."Sure!" I replied in an emphatic yet casual tone indicating that I am game for it."I am not interested in just one night stand but rather a prolonged affair." She seemed to get bolder hearing my eager response."Even I would like it to be an ongoing affair rather than a one-off instance," I said"And I would be the one to make decisions on this henceforth," Manisha said excitingly."Whatever you say," I replied without hesitating. "I will be deciding who I should have an affair with and to what extent I should take the affair and when," she elaborated further leaving no doubts. I of course was clear on what she had in mind. She would now willingly sample other men in our bedroom."Whoever you choose honey please ensure that both of you are discreet about the affair," I voiced my only concern."Understand," she said and continued, "Give me some time to think and identify a potential mate for me"I was surprised with her terminology. She used the word 'mate' to describe her would-be lover. Hinting perhaps that the new relationship would be founded on sex rather than love as it is with me. I was glad that Manisha was getting whole-heartedly involved in this.Guessing that she would mostly consider the ones about whom we have already fantasized I volunteered, "If you need my help let me know. I can recommend a few potential ones who would fit the bill.""Thanks for the help Vinit but I would like this to be purely my decision. I hope you don't mind that," she said in a matter of fact manner."I would like to thoroughly consider all aspects of it before I make up my decision," she said lost in thought. Probably evaluating the parameters she would apply to evaluate her potential 'mate.'"Vinit for next few weeks, I would like to socialize a bit more with men in our circle to evaluate if they are suitable," she said looking at me "And I hope that you would give me a chance to mingle with them a bit more freely for this purpose.""Sure honey. Just make sure that not everybody in our circle gets the idea!" I said in a cautious tone. "We don't want to create any scandal here," I added."While at parties or outside, I would like to spend some time alone with these men in order to choose my potential mate."Again, she was clarifying, leaving nothing to my imagination. It seemed that she wanted to consider this very carefully and take the next step only after proper evaluation."How long are you going to take to choose your mate?" I asked inquisitively trying to get an idea about the timeframe she was planning on. The question had put her to think, perhaps, she had not given thought to that aspect."I haven't thought about it. I want to choose suitable partner for this new relationship. As it is not a one-night stand but rather an ongoing affair.""But still you must have some idea bout the timelines?" I was pushing a bit now."Hmm... At least about a month or two," she said"I need quite a few opportunities to meet my potential mates," she said justifying the need for such a long duration.I was under the impression that she had almost short-listed a few candidates and only needed to take the final decision. "So, you do have a few candidates in mind, right?" I found myself asking."I do have a few but I still would like to make an informed decision""Then why such a long time?" I immediately asked her. "May I know who all are on the list," I asked her without giving a chance to reply."No!" she sad emphatically, "I will let you know when the time comes.""But what is the harm in sharing it now?" I pleadedManisha replied with a lovely smile of hers. Playfully indicating that she would not share it with me even if I bothered her any further."Have you started your evaluation process with these listed candidates?" I asked her in an effort to get more details."You are incorrigible!""Okay. At least share how many are already in the list?" I was pleading like a small kid now. Manisha knows that I am curious about everything and naturally about this I wouldn't let it go that easily."There are two candidates on the list right now."Finally, she was talking now."Both the candidates have been pursuing me now for quite some time.""One of them has been doing so for years now," she added."Years?" I was surprised to hear this. "I like them but I would like to consider others too before I make up my mind."She had shared enough with me and I now knew that she wouldn't divulge any further information. In any case, she had given me food for thought. I was sure to be spending next few weeks finding out who the two men were. Manisha and I socialized fairly often, as we didn't have any immediate family members both from her side as well as my side. Most of the people we interacted were our family friends or some business acquaintances; we didn't have any close relatives who stayed in our area. Also, the social gatherings happened mostly at the club we visited regularly.I knew quite a few people who would be more than willing to get into her pants and was wondering if they had made any pass on her. Anyway, I didn't have to wait long. One of our family friends had invited us for a wedding reception in our club the following weekend. This was a chance for Manisha to pick up her prospective mate.At the party I purposely gave Manisha lot of time to mingle with male guests. She bid her time equally among women and men, ensuring that she got to talk to the men when they weren't around their wives. I was desperate to see something happen but nothing materialized that day. She did spend some time alone with a few men; with a few of them she took long walks along the lawn and the jogging track. But nothing much happened that night. It was more of casual talk and it seemed the men were just spending time with an interesting person rather than getting drunk.Several such parties passed by and nothing significant had happened. I probed Manisha after every such party but she had not yet made up her mind. I tried to frame in mind who all she had spend more time with and with whom she seemed to be very comfortable. I could at least identify two men with whom she seemed to be fairly comfortable.There was this new chap who had recently moved to our neighborhood, about 3 months back. He was in a way competitor to me as we both were in the same business. Hence Manisha's attraction towards him irritated me. He was much older to me, almost nearing 40s but had kept him in shape. I found Manisha spending quite sometime with Amirchanji quite sometime.I had interacted with Amirchanji on a few occasions and he seemed to be a confident man, pretty knowledgeable in his business. More importantly he seemed to be getting well with women. He had two teenage sons yet that didn't show on his face, as he looked fairly young.Another person with whom Manisha spent quite some time was our elderly neighbor Kishanchanji. Kishanchanji is our 45-year-old widower neighbor. He has had two daughters from his marriage. His wife passed away about 10 years ago and ever since then he has been a perpetual lecher. He had been ogling at Manisha since the day she stepped in my life. While it was natural for Manisha to be comfortable with Kishanchanji, I thought she had better utilized her time with some other stud that was her age and would be a suitable partner for her. It was not only Kishanchanji's age but also his demeanor that bothered me. He is known to be an arrogant and selfish man and has tried to humiliate me in front of Manisha on more than one occasion. He is well known womanizer in our circle. Yet people tolerate him due to his excellent sense of humor and extraordinary success in business.On the physical side he is not attractive as Amirchanji is. He is pitch black, slightly plump and stands only 5' 4". My hope was that Manisha was just being courteous when she spent time with Kishanchanji and was not evaluating him as a prospective mate. Actually, he is so despicable that it was wrong for me to even entertain such a thought. Kishanchanji and we share a common interest and that is Cricket. We are avid Cricket followers and don't miss any match. We watch matches together many a times.Three months had passed since the day she agreed to look for a new lover. And still there was no sign of her decision and hence I thought of brining this up tonight. Also, thought of broaching up the topic of her spending more time with Amirchanji and Kishanchanji. So on the dining table night I asked her"Honey have you made any progress on your decision yet?" "Ha?" It seemed I had caught her off guard."Hmm... not yet but I am getting close," she said after thinking for a moment."Why do you ask?""Well it has been quite some time now so thought of asking.""Do you mind talking about it?" I asked hesitantly "What do you want to talk in particular?""Well just wanted to know how it has gone till now? Who all you have short listed etc?""I can't share with you the short listed candidates, yet""Okay..."I had lost for words now, as she was not willing to continue the conversation on this topic. After some more thought I thought of directly broaching the topic of her spending more time with Amirchanji and Kishanchanji."Well, I have been observing with whom you are spending more time with during our social gatherings," I said looking into her eyes to judge her reaction. She very confidently asked, "Who?"I quickly grabbed the opening she gave me and said, "I have been noticing that you spend quite some time with either Amirchanji or Kishanchanji""And?"Her boldness had stunned me. In sincerest tone I said, "I hope you are not considering them as your potential mates.""Why not?""We hardly know Amirchanji and it would not be wise to get him involved in this," I quickly retorted."Hmm... and what's wrong with Kishanchanji?" "How can you even consider somebody like Kishanchanji as a potential mate?""Why what's wrong with him?""For God sake, he is old enough to be your father Manisha.""So?""He is so ugly!""That is a good reason for you not to be jealous. Don't you think?""But?""The way I look at it he could be a very good bed mate for me.""How?""For one, he is crazy about me. So getting him into bed with me would hardly take any time.""That is true about any man. I am sure any man from our social circle wouldn't let such a chance slip by," I quickly retorted to. I saw her stealing a smile as I said this."He is our neighbor, so the proximity would help me in continuing the affair discreetly."I had to agree with this point. We had a side-door that directly connected our bungalows. It was much easier to sneak in through that door without getting noticed. "Moreover, we can trust him. He wouldn't risk getting exposed, much less losing a chance to sleep with someone like me," she said.It looked like she had thought over very carefully."And lastly, he can give me 100% because he is a widower. There is no complication on his part," she continued."Look you might have numerous reasons why he is the right person but I don't want you to have any such relationship with him," I said in an angry tone frustrated with the thought of my wife spending nights with such a disgusting man."Hello?" she interrupted me. "Do you remember I was the person to make decisions in this regard and not you?""I urge you not to get involved with him," I pleaded."Please grow up, Vinit," she said in an irritated tone."Promise me that you wont interfere in these matters. Otherwise, I would have to call this off completely," she said looking into my eyes for an answer. My silence gave an emphatic answer. I was so desperate to see her in the arms of another man that it didn't matter even if that other man would be our obnoxious neighbor."I haven't yet made up my mind and need more time on this," she said finally and that was the end of our discussion on that topic.I would have gladly accepted if she had chosen Amirchanji over Kishanchanji even if that had meant sharing my wife with my business rival. Only recently I started realizing how much of a threat he could be to our well-established business. Perhaps, in the lure of my wife Manisha his attention might get diverted from his business and I might be able to gain some lost territory. Her decision was yet to come. Anyway, I didn't have to wait long for her decision as the very next social gathering we attended I came to know whom she selected to mate with. That Saturday evening we were celebrating a recent promotion of a close friend of ours to a Vice President position. It was mostly a business meeting with our spouses tagging along. That evening Manisha's attire was stunning. She wore a beautiful black colored transparent saree, with a matching colored sleeveless blouse. The blouse showed a hint of cleavage and lot of back, just enough to entice any man. She made it a point to wear her saree well below her navel to show her voluptuous waist. Amirchanji didn't make it for that party but Kishanchanji didn't want to loose an opportunity of spending some time with Manisha. He monopolized Manisha most of the night, which infuriated me to an extent that I got drunk. I avoid booze, as I can't handle it. Just 2 pegs get me drunk. That evening I had gulped 4 pegs and was quite inebriated. It was funny to note Manisha towering over Kishanchanji on the jogging track where they were wiling away their time. Kishanchanji was three inches shorter than Manisha and Manisha's slightly slender figure compared to Kishanchanji's stock figure made her look even taller.I had passed off when it was time to go home. Kishanchanji volunteered to take us home that night. I was almost asleep when they slid me into the back seat of our car. The club was about 20 minutes away from our house and in no time we were home. Kishanchanji helped me to our bedroom upstairs and left. Or so I thought.When I woke up it was around 2:40 am in the night and Manisha wasn't in bed next to me. Surprised to find her missing I got up from bed to check on her. Very carefully opening the door I peeped into our living room downstairs. There was light from the kitchen and I heard some voices. It seemed Kishanchanji and Manisha were in the kitchen talking. Perhaps Manisha was making coffee for Kishanchanji and herself. In no time I saw Manisha leaning against the Kitchen door with a coffee mug in her hand. Kishanchanji was standing opposite to her. Manisha had changed and was wearing her sexiest night suit. It was not the skimpiest; she had many that exposed lot more than what they hide. This one was slightly conservative, yet one that revealed the right amount of skin. I had presented this night suit to her on our first anniversary. It was a bright red colored two-piece suit that adorned her flawless skin beautifully. At the time, I bought her this she was a bit small in size but now after Tushar's birth her breasts stood out magnificently."So you actually have cheated on your wife?" asked my wife"Several times," replied Kishanchanji"Are you proud of it?" "Of course! Why shouldn't I? I was able to attract quite a few women and was able to satisfy their hunger as well," he retorted."What exactly do you get by bedding other women? Weren't you happy having sex with your wife?" Manisha asked curiously"I very much liked sex with my wife but that is besides the point.""I have a need for variety. There are so many incredibly beautiful women in this world. How could I restrict myself to just one?"That was a typical man's response. I would in her position perhaps say the same thing."So you need to go on a rampage having one night stand with every woman you meet?""No! That is not my philosophy. I don't believe in one-night stands. I would like to savor the woman; have an ongoing relationship with her for at least couple of months, if not years.""And that means I have to be selective!""Don't tell me! You cheated on your wife more than once and for more than a few years?" asked Manisha in a shocked tone"Yes Manisha! But that doesn't mean that I ignored her.""Which single girl would possibly want to have such a relationship with a married man? Wouldn't they want to court a single guy instead?""You may be right. But I am talking about married women.""Married women?""Yes Married women my dear Manisha. They are the best bet. It is easy to have a long-term relationship without getting discovered and without any consequences. Also, they are more willing to experiment because most of them are bored with their sex lives""I don't understand. Why would married women indulge in extra-marital relationships? If they are caught then it is an end to their marriage.""Lets think objectively. By objectively I mean, you arrive at a conclusion by keeping aside your feelings and societal compulsions."Kishanchanji showed tact in his handling. He was able to engage Manisha in a very good conversation. Perhaps Manisha was helping him a bit but still it was clear that he was expert at handling women."Between Male and Female, who do you think is stronger class sexually?""Means?""I mean who has more power in the sex department? Who can last long?""Obviously Women!""Great! Then why restrict sex with only one person? When you are capable of having more than one copulation in a day?""I see.""What is in it for a man? Why would he want to chase other married women?" "Men are hardwired for it. They want to perpetuate their genes as much as they can. So the more women they mate with, the more likely they will be able to perpetuate their genes""So are you still trying to perpetuate your genes?" Manisha asked in a mocking tone."No. If you mean to ask if I am still having an affair with someone?""Why? Are you over the hump, already?""No. Just that my priorities had changed. I got sucked into bringing up my kids after my wife's death and taking care of the business. So didn't get an opportunity in a while now.""What about yourself, he asked?""No. I have never been unfaithful to Vinit. Didn't feel a need for it.""How often do you have sex?" he asked her inquisitively.Giving a weird look she replied "about 3-4 times a week.""That's it?" he exclaimed"Why? What happened?""A beauty like you deserves a lot more!""Like what?""Sex at least every night; perhaps more than once a day. I can't believe Vinit could ignore you like that""It is not his fault. He is away 2 or 3 days on a weekly basis, so we really don't have that much time," she said in an attempt to defend me."Are you happy with this frequency?""What do you mean?""Would you like to do it more often?""I never thought about it""You should give it a thought. An attractive woman like you should not waste her youth.""You have probably committed a mistake by having a child too early in your life. I think you two should have enjoyed your life before getting into the family way.""Perhaps it is good that you already have a kid. You can now experiment more freely," Kishanchanji added."I haven't thought about it. I don't like the idea about cheating on Vinit."Saying this she moved to our living room and Kishanchanji followed suit. Our living room was next to our kitchen and it was shielded from our bedroom and stairs. There was only a small portion of our love seat that was visible if one crouched down next to stairs. One could view the love seat through the kitchen door and the kitchen window. The vaulted ceilings in the living room reverberated the sound, which still helped me hear them clearly. I was hoping that they occupied the love seat otherwise I could not watch the action any further. Luckily both of them sat in the love seat, fairly close to each other. It was a smart move on Manisha's part to move to the love seat where they would be more comfortable and Kishanchanji could sit a lot more close to her without being conspicuous. "You would only be doing him a favor by looking for sex outside your marriage. He could concentrate on his business and Tushar," Kishanchanji clarified as he sat down next to her."Stop kidding!" she said in a playful tone as she slapped his thigh, which was perilously close to her. "I am serious. Beautiful women like you are not at all meant to be monogamous; they essentially are meant to be polygamous!"He further explained, "Because no single person has the right to own what nature has bestowed on you. Beautiful women like you are meant to be bred.""Pardon my language but I am just expressing my feelings," he apologized."Are you suggesting that I start sleeping with every guy I meet?""No, All I am suggesting is to add some spice to your life""And for that you need to start sleeping with some selective individuals. The ones with whom you could have a prolonged affair without being discovered," he elaborated"Hmm..." Her lips parted as she was perhaps visualizing herself in bed with Kishanchanji."I am willing to offer my services!" Kishanchanji brought her out of her reverie as he said this."What?" She almost screamed. I was surprised at her response initially. Wondered if she was having doubts about going through with this. Kishanchanji, however, handled it very calmly."I am willing to offer my services. It has been quite some time since I had a women and I think you are perfect to begin with, again""Aren't you ashamed of proposing something like this to somebody who is young enough to be your daughter?""Not really! Firstly, you are not my daughter. Secondly, it would be a symbiotic relationship""How is it a symbiotic relationship?" she quickly retorted and added, "If I am as beautiful as you say then why should I have an affair with someone like you? I can choose a younger person, somebody of my age and someone who is better looking.""Oh, I understand you mean tall dark and handsome, right?""Yes!""I definitely meet one criteria: the dark one," he said and broke into a laughter. His white teeth stood out in stark contrast to his dark lips."Remember Manisha, you are planning to have sex with this person and not marry him or parade him in front of society""So what are you trying to say?""You should look for things that will make sex pleasurable with this person and that's it""So?""All I am saying is that you haven't sampled me yet.""Ha""Ok let's start with a kiss. Find out for yourself, if you like my kiss or not?""No way! My husband is sleeping upstairs and I don't even want to imagine doing something like that with you""What's the harm in a kiss? Just give it a try""NO!""I don't find you attractive at all! Pardon me for being so rude but that is the truth.""I can understand that very well. But don't you think that is good enough a reason to engage in an illicit relationship with me?"I never thought of it so far but perhaps he was true. It was the images of my beautiful wife getting screwed by disgusting Kishanchanji that made me lust for the moment when this would happen. "What?" she asked in a confused tone."Let me explain. You are fair and beautiful; your husband is fair and good-looking. So, you have felt how sex feels with a good-looking person. Most people in their ordinary lives only think about this aspect and ignore the other aspect.""Have you ever given a thought of submitting sexually to the most despicable looking man? Don't you think it would be very much different from numerous other encounters you might have with good-looking men?""Go on. I am listening," Manisha said encouraging him."Right now you are having sex with one of your own breed: fair and good looking ones. To get a real taste of sex you need to bed as many as possible and as many different kinds as possible."As I said earlier, men are hardwired to screw as many women as possible. Similarly, women are also hardwired to have sex with more than one partner. They also want to ensure that they conceive from more than one person to ensure that their offspring gets the best of everything."Now look at you. You have conceived a kid from Vinit already. If you conceive the second one from him then both would have same set of genes. Which means both can suffer from the same diseases. But if you had conceived the second from somebody else then your chances of having healthy children would improve."There is no point putting all your eggs in one basket!"That way there would be no diversity amongst your children. They would all be same genetically.""So, you are suggesting that conceiving from you would add to genetic diversity of my children," said Manisha explicitly clarifying what he was implying."Definitely!" Kishanchanji said emphatically"But then how would I explain the physical differences; especially the stark contrast in the complexions?" she asked thoughtfully."Look at both of my daughters. They are beautiful just that they are a bit on the darker side. They did manage to get some of their mother's features. You are much more beautiful. So, my children from you would be much more beautiful and even on the fairer side," he explained."Where did you get all these ideas?""I read a lot!""Have you ever tried to add genetic diversity to other women offspring's?" There was slight smile on her face as she asked it. She was getting into it now."Oh yes. I have two children from illicit affairs. One was with our servant woman; her husband was impotent, so I helped her conceive and another one in the family. You have already met my second son. The guy who came last summer to our place."Manisha gave a thought to recollect whom Kishanchanji was referring to and then said "Oh that one!""Yes. He is a byproduct of an illicit relationship with one of my relatives wife""So does that convince you?""NO!""Come on! I deserve a kiss after all this. I have been pursuing you for quite some time now."This was the moment of decision for her. Will she finally bite the bullet? Will she submit to Kishanchanji's advances? Will she let the lecher suck nectar from her lips? She was pondering over Kishanchanji's demand, all the while staring at the carpet avoiding contact with his eyes. Sensing an opportunity, Kishanchanji moved closer to Manisha. He was now just a few inches from her. Manisha was still lost in thought while this happened. Surprised by the sudden proximity to him, she pulled backwards but Kishanchanji already had his one hand encircling her and pulling her in. Manisha didn't resist but neither did she move towards him. She was almost in his arms but was leaning back on the sofa a bit. Her eyes lightly shut, her breathing a bit labored betraying her pretension of being in control. It was clear that Kishanchanji had to take the lead. He didn't move in haste, though. He took his time admiring her beauty from close quarters, his hand gently stroking her face and her hair, feeling lovely texture of her face and hair. Manisha let out a gasp as his fingers rolled over her lips. His thick black thumb was massaging her pink lips that were slightly parted.The prelude to foreplay went on for almost five minutes. All the time Manisha was comfortably leaning back on the sofa with her eyes shut enjoying the sensations erupting in her body. It was not long before guilt overtook her, however. And she abruptly got up and tried to move away. Kishanchanji managed to grab her hand and pulled her back on the sofa in no time, though. There was deaf silence in the room.Manisha was very tense and stiff now. She was sitting upright with her breasts jutting out. The silky top clung to her breasts and in fact dropped into her cleavage to outline her marvelous breasts. Kishanchanji started to massage her back very lightly to ease her. Not long after that he tried to pull her in for a kiss. Manisha turned her torso towards him but didn't seem quite willing to offer a kiss. Kishanchanji tried to kiss her but she turned her face and offered her cheek instead. He showered her face with tiny kisses moving towards her neck gradually. Very soon he was nuzzling her neck, a very sensitive zone for Manisha. And then he tongued her earlobes the most erogenous zone of her body; he ran his tongue over the contours of her earlobe before driving his tongue through her aural cavity.His small kisses were working Manisha up and she started to respond. Her hands that were lying next to her now moved up to encircle Kishanchanji and were lovingly holding him, while he was petting her. This didn't last for long. Soon, Kishanchanji moved up to kiss her mouth. Surprised with the sudden move, again, Manisha pulled back but only for a second and then willingly perked up her lips for Kishanchanji. Kishanchanji's dark lips finally rested on her lips. It was one of the hottest moments of my life. To see her pink lips stacked up against his dark lips. Kishanchanji played with her lips by blowing small kisses. Manisha was sucked in the scene and didn't care to respond. Kishanchanji's kisses gradually became wet as his lips parted and his tongue played with her taut lips. She finally relented to his invading tongue and parted her slimy lips that were wet with Kishanchanji's saliva. They were locked in a passionate kiss now.Kishanchanji's hands were freely roaming on her body. I could see him massaging her boobs and playing with them while he was kissing her. Manisha was completely in it now and was kissing him back with passion. Their tongues were dancing around each other swapping saliva.Next Kishanchanji grabbed her hand and put it on top of his erection. She ran her hand over his erection a few times before pulling from the kiss. She looked down to perhaps admire the length of his manhood. I could see a sense of pleasant surprise on her face. She gave his dick a gentle squeeze and with a smile playing on her lips leaned in to give him full mouth kiss again.This was another passionate kiss they shared this night. Kishanchanji was comfortably exploring her body now and I could see him play with her boobs a lot more. He managed to knead her nipples between his thumb and middle finger. Manisha could only moan into his mouth as he very adroitly massaged her breasts.The foreplay was getting more and more intimate now. I could see Kishanchanji's hands caressing my wife's beautiful waist under her shirt. She held his hands as they were trying to sneak under shirt towards her breasts. She pulled back when things were getting heated up beyond her control.She sneaked a peek towards the stairs to see if anybody was watching. I lay low on the stairs to avoid getting noticed; it was dark near the staircase and hence I was confident of not getting noticed. I wondered went through her mind at that time.Was she worried about how fast things were moving? Was she having second thoughts? While these thoughts were going through my mind, I noticed that Manisha got up from her seat and moved into kitchen to have a glass of water. She was standing at the sink when Kishanchanji moved behind her pulling her into him and grinding his dick into her ass. Manisha leaned back against him with her head resting on his shoulder as Kishanchanji's hands moved under her shirt and covered her splendid boobs. He was squeezing her tits very hard now. Not able to stand the pressure she turned around to kiss him fervently. This time the kiss didn't last forever but it was still very passionate. "We got to stop now. Vinit might wake up," she breathlessly whispered to him pulling away from him. Her lips only inches away from his, glistening with their exchanged saliva. Kishanchanji was still glued to her body grinding his groin into hers. "Don't worry he must be fast asleep," saying that he latched onto her lips again. "NO..." she said pushing him away and added "he might wake up for India-Australia match.""But there is still an hour for that," Kishanchanji pleaded"Why don't you check on him? We could do it if he is still asleep," he suggestedManisha relented and came upstairs to check on me. I had already moved into bed pretending to be fast asleep. She sneaked into the bed tiptoed into the bedroom to check on me. She made an attempt to switch on the lights and wake me up. Finding me fast asleep she walked out of the bedroom closing the door behind her. I waited for couple of minutes before moving out of the bedroom. I very carefully opened the bedroom door and peeped out to see if they were in the opposite room on first floor. Not finding them there, I peeped down to see if they were in the kitchen. I couldn't find them even there. They weren't in the living room either, at least not at the earlier position. I was clueless now. Did they move to the dining room? I descended only a few steps to check the dining room that was next to the kitchen below our master bedroom. But then I found them in the kitchen standing the other side of the sink; that place was well concealed from the staircase. One would have to come half way down the staircase to view them. It was a much riskier position for me, as I didn't have much scope of moving away if Manisha or Kishanchanji walked towards the kitchen window that faced the stairway.It was Kishanchanji who was leaning against the kitchen platform now, while Manisha leaned into his arms, passionately smooching him. With Kishanchanji couple of inches shorter than her she was towering over him. Kishanchanji was grinding into her as they kissed. I am sure she could feel his erection through his not so thick pajamas. Kishanchanji's hands had moved from her back to her but and were gently kneading them, occasionally pulling them into his groin.Breaking the kiss Kishanchanji said, "I love your breath," to her and added further, "they have traces of a woman in heat." Responding to him with a smile she again moved in to kiss him. The kiss didn't last for long as Kishanchanji moved towards her neck first and then towards her breasts. He had already managed to unbutton her top and her cleavage must have been amply visible to him. She was wearing a bra but that didn't completely hide her superb breasts.Kishanchanji showered her breasts with his kisses as his hands slowly worked underneath her top. Within no time he unhooked her bra and exposed her breasts. He took a step back to admire her breasts. She still was wearing the top and bra but most of the clothing were out of the way. As I had mentioned earlier Manisha is extremely fair and could easily pass as a Caucasian and that is even so when she undresses. Unlike other fair Indian women, who have darker areoles and cunt lips, Manisha has pinkish areoles and cunt lips.Kishanchanji latched onto her breasts but he had to go slow as Manisha was still nursing Tushar. Not many like the taste of milk and I definitely had an aversion to it. But it seemed Kishanchanji didn't have any such problem. He was very comfortable in handling breasts of a woman who is nursing a baby. He played around her areoles for some time or so I guessed, as things were not that clear from where I was. But it was clear from the way Manisha gasped that Kishanchanji had latched onto her nipples now. Nipples are another of her erogenous zone – she loves it when I play with her nipples.Manisha was on wobbly feet as Kishanchanji worked on her nipples. She was supporting herself on his shoulders as her hands lovingly tugged at his hair. Kishanchanji was really working on her nipples as Manisha was moaning now. The sounds she made were almost similar to the sounds she makes when she is about to cum. Not able to take Kishanchanji's onslaught she pulled him for a passionate kiss. She took the lead in this kiss as she devoured his mouth, probing it with her tongue. Kishanchanji in no time had his hands into her pants and was squeezing her wholesome butt. It was time for Kishanchanji to take the next step. He moved one of his hands from her butt to her crotch and starting massaging her groin area. Manisha responded to his manipulations by grinding into him. I guess he was using his fingers to massage her cunt lips over her panties. They were playing it very dangerously now, as it was just a matter of minutes before they have to get into the final act. Manisha was the first one to realize how close they were to getting caught."Kishanchanji we are taking too many chances," she whispered to him breaking her kiss."Come on let's move into the spare bedroom," Kishanchanji said to her letting her know his intentions of screwing her."No, we could get caught if Vinit wakes up," she reasoned"I can't take it anymore," he urged. "I have to have you.""We have to do it some other time. Not now," she quickly replied."Okay why don't you play with my dick then?"Hearing that Manisha moved her hand inside his pajamas and massaged his prick. She probably wanted to check his equipment before they parted their ways for tonight. Kishanchanji motioned her to kneel in front of him and check his equipment in a more comfortable position. In a trance she kneeled down in front of him and was staring at his bulge hidden under his pajamas. From my vantage point it did look sizeable and judging from her earlier reactions every time she handled his equipment it had to be of decent size. She still didn't have the courage to unleash his manhood. Kishanchanji was toying with her silky brown hair, urging her to take the next step. She hesitated but taking a deep breath and stealing a glance towards the staircase moved her hands onto his bulge. She gave it a gentle squeeze before moving her hands towards his waistband. Without much ado she pulled down his pajamas to reveal Kishanchanji's boxer shorts. I could now see it in even more detail. Now that his equipment was hidden only by a thin piece of underwear. I was eager to see if her mate would be well endowed as they have always been in my fantasies. I didn't have to wait for long. Manisha pulled down his underwear in an effort to unearth Kishanchanji's equipment. But being sizeable equipment she had pull it out of the hiding by her hand.It was definitely something to marvel about. It was the darkest thing I had ever seen and was almost twice my size. Mine is a decent 5 inches when erect. His was much thicker too. While I had seen such and many more magnificent pricks during my bachelorhood in many porn movies, I had never seen such in real life. It was indeed pretty large by Indian standards. His prick stood out majestically amidst graying patch of hair, which was normal for a man of his age."How do you like it?" he asked her with a smirk on his face. She didn't respond but kept on staring at it. I was sure that Manisha had chosen a well-endowed man to be her mate. Now, it was just a question of his performance in bed. With the kind of equipment Kishanchanji possessed he had to be only as good as I am to beat me hands down in the sex department. I wondered if he had bull-sized testicles to produce copious semen in order to impregnate her."If you had conceived from this. I can assure you, your son would have had an equipment this size," Kishanchanji said very proudly.She was still staring at his equipment with awe. She had wrapped her fingers around him and still there was almost half of his prick showing. His knob was all wet with his precum from the foreplay earlier. She was in a state of trance as she started jacking him slowly. It was a very slow and deliberate movement. After about two minutes of jacking, Manisha moved her other hand onto his manhood to pull back his foreskin. The large purplish knob stared at her as soon as she pulled his foreskin back. The knob was much larger than mine both in length and width. While she did this, involuntarily her head moved closer to his prick, perhaps to examine his knob in detail.It was an unimaginable site. Her pinkish red lips were just inches away from his purplish knob engorged with blood. It was not long before she had the urge to taste his equipment. She tentatively leaned forward and gave a small peck on his knob. Kishanchanji's hand was playing with her hair and urging her to take more of him in her mouth. Her kisses became more and more wet and then I saw her take his knob in her mouth. She was doing it very carefully as if it was her most prestigious possession. In the meantime, Kishanchanji managed to lower his pajamas further until they fell down on the floor. His boxers were pulled down to around his knee and now Manisha had complete access to his prized genitals.Her hands now moved to his testicles and she gently massaged them as she skillfully used her tongue on his knob. She uses tip of her tongue to make an attempt to penetrate the pee-hole on the penis. This act gives immense pleasure to me and I am sure Kishanchanji was enjoying the same treatment.She moved his penis out to make way for his testicles and then I could see her sucking his testicles into her mouth. His testicles were much larger in size as I was hoping. Given a chance he surely would impregnate her in no time. I was particularly concerned about this as Manisha cannot handle the pill and hence we resort to using a condom for sex. She does use diaphragms on special occasions, which made me wonder if she would let Kishanchanji take her bareback.Having sucked on his large semen-producing testicles she moved them out of her way and started kissing him under his testicles. She knows that perineum for a man is a very sensitive spot and she many a times pleases me by tickling with her tongue over there. She never performed analingus on me although I have pleaded to her several times for this. In the position Kishanchanji was standing it was difficult for her to reach that sensitive area and within no time she abandoned her futile attempts.She moved her attention back to his penis and this time she proceeded to give him a full-fledged blowjob. Gradually her head started bobbing on his dick. She could only manage to take a little beyond his knob because of his huge size. Nevertheless, her intentions were clear. Unlike many women I read about, Manisha doesn't tire of giving blowjobs. Men complain about their women not able to give blowjobs for longer durations because of tiring jaw muscles. Manisha could go on for almost half-an-hour at a stretch.She was trying to slowly stuff more of that monster in her mouth gradually. After about five minutes she was able to suck almost half of his dick in her mouth.Kishanchanji had started to slowly hump her mouth. He held her head while he seesawed his penis in and out of her mouth, all the while trying to push more of his dick in her. It was only after fifteen minutes of non-stop sucking did Kishanchanji showed signs of ejaculating. Sensing his approaching orgasm, Manisha sucked on him even more fervently. Kishanchanji couldn't withstand the added vigor and drove his prick in, one last time, as much as he could and ejaculated in her mouth. Manisha pulled away only a little bit to avoid choking but didn't let go of his prick and let him deposit his sperm in her mouth. She tried to gulp in as much as she could.Only after he had completely emptied his balls into her mouth did he let her go. Even after that Manisha still continued sucking on Kishanchanji's prick, ensuring that she lapped up every drop of his cum. I had never seen this kind of passion in her. She had tasted sperm earlier on my insistence but never really enjoyed the taste of it. This time, however, she seemed to be enjoying the taste, as she continued to clean his prick until it was spic and span. Only after that she excused herself to clean up. Manisha came upstairs to clean up and make herself presentable. I had moved into the bed very smartly and woke up as soon as she got out of washroom."Manisha has the match started?" I asked her in a sleepy tone."Not yet, there is still half an hour more," she replied nonchalantly.I got from the bed and followed her to our living room where Kishanchanji was comfortably sitting watching the TV. It seems it had rained heavily and the match had to be called off. So, nothing much happened that night and we both went back to sleep again without wasting much time.The next morning, when I woke up, I couldn't find Manisha next to me. It was already 10:30 in the morning and Manisha was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for us. She is an early riser but I am sure even she must have got up very late today. I quickly got up, freshened up and joined her in the kitchen. She was making egg omelet for breakfast. I hugged her from behind and started kissing her. She was pretty hot from last nights tryst and returned my kiss fervently. While kissing, last nights scenes went through my mind. These were the same pink lips that were penetrated yesterday by Kishanchanji's lucky penis. I again looked at her to envision what it would feel for an old man like Kishanchanji to have sex with such a young lass. We were into the act while all this was going through my mind. It didn't last for long as the milk she had kept for boiling overflowed. Manisha worked on cleaning the gas stove as I moved to the dining table for my daily dose of news. I, however, just couldn't get the last-night scenes out of my mind and blurted out "Did you enjoy last nights session?"To my utter surprise instead of getting shocked she had an amused look on her face. She only smiled and her cheeks blushed in response to my question."How was it?" I asked her again."How long were you there?" she asked me"Where?""From where you sneaked a peek?""I saw almost the entire thing," I meekly responded."Then you already know the answer, I guess," she shot back.I knew the answer but somehow had this urge to hear it from her. Although, I hated the thought of even letting that lecher touch my wife, my dick somehow relished the idea of Manisha getting used by Kishanchanji. I was terribly excited by the scene of her head bobbing up and down on his manhood. She had chosen a potent mate, at least his manhood suggested this, and I was sure that he would be equally adept at servicing her. Incidentally, I had found the talk between her and Kishanchanji also very exciting and asked her, "What was that talk about breeding and all?"She smiled again but this time a bit more playfully. When I asked her again she said"About what? About diversifying your genetic pool?""Basically it means conceiving from multiple people diversifies your genetic pool and gives your progeny a better chance to cope up in this world," she defined it in a very technical manner."And you bought that argument?" I asked."Of course. What's wrong with it? That's how things are in animal kingdom," she retorted"And are you considering it?" I asked"I haven't given much thought but the theory seems to be sound," she answered to my satisfaction."You didn't answer my first question, though?" I said in an attempt to hear from her description of last night's session."Which one?"It seemed she had forgotten about the question and I said, "About last nights session and whether you enjoyed it or not?" clarifying what I meant."Obviously," she added after a second."Did he live up to your expectations?" I probed her further."We didn't do everything as you know but whatever we indulged in, I found him to be extremely talented," she put it in a nice manner after giving some thought."So you plan to continue the affair?" I asked her inquisitively."Yes, of course!" She said emphatically and then added, "By the way, how did you like it?""Did it live up to your fantasies?""Actually it was much more vivid than that," I said coyly not wanting to let her know how much I enjoyed her session."So, your dick does like me entertaining your neighbors Ah!""Come here. Sit down. I need to talk to you." Saying that she pulled me onto the sofa."Right at the outset, I would like to tell you that I love you, she said holding my hands in her hands and looking deeply into my eyes."What happened last night has opened my eyes to so many possibilities in the sex department?"She was lost in those scenes as she said this to me."Earlier I was very reluctant to look for sex outside marriage but now I have the urge to experiment."Her words trailing at the end but then coming out of her dreams she added, "A lot and with a lot more people!"I was mot sure what she precisely meant or had in her mind but I didn't want to cease the momentum our relationship had gained. To comfort her I said, "You deserve a lot more Manisha and I fully support your decision.""I wish you had considered other desirable men as potential mates, though," I added clarifying that I didn't quite approve of her relationship with Kishanchanji."I understand why you detest him but Vinit we have to be practical," she said in defense of her choice."Ever since we have got married, he has been pursuing me. I had resisted all his advances so far until you started pushing me to look for a lover outside."He was a natural choice for me and it was just a question of how good he would be in the sex department."My initial hunch that he would be much better has turned out to be true, at least partially," she said with a sly smile hinting towards the final act of intercourse that didn't happen last night."Even the proximity helps in making things happen frequently yet discretely," she continued.All the time, I was just looking into her eyes. I could sense it, how desperately she wanted to continue her affair with him. Yet at the same time it she had meticulously thought out before starting her affair with him."Manisha our intentions are clear. We want to have some harmless fun but Kishanchanji seems to be more interested in impregnating you," I said putting forward my apprehensions. I was sure that we both were not ready for considering something that extreme. "Your concerns are valid," she said agreeing with my interpretation of Kishanchanji's actions."But that is expected from him. It is in his genes and for many years he has not been able to sow his seeds," she added very tactfully."You seem to approve of his attentions," I complained"I am neither approving nor disapproving but just acknowledging his intentions," she replied calmly."Is it that hard to guess reaction of a nomadic Lion on meeting a Lioness in heat?" she exhorted.We both were avid fans of National Geographic and Discovery and often viewed the wildlife shows on these channels. So this reference didn't surprise me but it only intrigued me and made me wonder the direction in which our conversation was heading."I have seen the eagerness of caged Lion in him!" she exclaimed."A Lion who has been deprived of his mating privileges," she added justifying Kishanchanji's motives."But the Lioness would never let a nomadic Lion mount her," I reasoned reminding her about the instincts of a Lioness."Why?" she asked"For fear of reaction of pride owner Lion," I responded."But what if the pride owner Lion himself wants his Lioness to mate with such nomadic Lions?" she retorted. She had touched upon on a very sensitive issue and I was getting uncomfortable now. It was me who had pleaded for her to experiment in the sex department with other men."The nomadic Lion wouldn't waste any time and would mount the Lioness as soon as he senses willingness in her," she continued."And he would mount her not once but several times until he is sure that he indeed has impregnated the Lioness."She clarified Kishanchanji's intentions or rather justified his intentions. I didn't understand what her motives were in letting this happen. So, I asked her, "What is your role in all this?""All I have to do is willingly accept him every time he approaches for copulation.""Let him mount me and quench his desire of mating with a prized Lioness," she elaborated."Are you implying that you would let Kishanchanji impregnate you?" I asked, puzzled with her explanation."All I am saying is that he would mount me on every possible opportunity till the time he doesn't plant his seeds in me," she said nonchalantly.I was further confused with her explanation and asked her, "How would you stop him from impregnating you then?""Every Lioness has a natural defense that protects her from getting impregnated by nomadic Lion until his virility is ascertained."All I have to do is prolong the natural defense cycle that women have and being a human, I have recourse to artificial means to achieve this."Kishanchanji will be mounting me every day in an hope that someday the condom breaks and he ends up impregnating me."Or that someday in the heat of the moment I let him take me bareback and he ends up impregnating me.""You seemed to be very well aware yet are willing to take the risk," I said in frustration."That is the very reason I believe he will be able to give me incredible sex day after day," she exclaimedI was lost in thought while she was giving all these explanations. I was sort of regretting the fact that I urged her to consider sex outside marriage. I never thought that things would get out of hand and she might have her own plans on continuing such an affair. While I enjoyed the stories of wives getting impregnated by someone else I couldn't digest it when I faced that prospect.In our leisurely sessions where we read the stories to each other and enacted them, we downplayed the impregnation aspect; we mentioned it only fleetingly on occasions where this was the central theme. Although, I do remember that both of us got very excited while reading such stories but we never proclaimed that we liked such a theme."Why are you so concerned?" she asked moving closer to me on the sofa."I remember you were very excited when we enacted some of the impregnation stories from the net," she added her fingers tracing my lips and gently caressing my face."Yes but it was a fantasy," I meekly replied not looking at her."Well, wouldn't you want to enact that fantasy of yours?" she asked me playfully as her fingers played with my lips and I had gently sucked her left index finger into my mouth."No," I said jerking her hand out of my mouth and tried to move away from her."Do you really mean it?" she asked playfully and added, "Let me see what the little master has to say." She was referring to my pecker and to my utter surprise I had an unmistakable stiff erection that was almost on the verge to explode. As her fingers traced my bulge my head dropped in shame. I was not able to fathom why I wanted her to get impregnated by Kishanchanji, or for that matter some body else. But it was clear that although I had this, perhaps, latent desire I didn't want to admit it."Your little master is saying something else," she said toying with my emotions."Manisha there are lots of complications with that," I reasoned, trying to change the topic of our conversation."You need to be prepared for them, then," she said emphatically."With the kind of engagement we have with Kishanchanji such things can happen even after taking precautions.""Well if it happens as a mistake then it is fine but we should not purposely get into it," I said"I have no intentions of delivering another baby so soon. So, you need not fret over it," she said cheering me up."So, what is the plan?" I askedNeither Kishanchanji nor I want to waste any time in taking the affair to the next level.So, we have to start at the earliest, implying that I give her an earliest opportunity to consummate her relationship with Kishanchanji.I had to work on a very important sale and needed to visit my office today despite being a Saturday. Running your own business has its own issues. I guessed Manisha could utilize that time to get much better acquainted with Kishanchanji.That day I had great difficulty in driving out the thoughts of my wife screwing Kishanchanji out of my mind. I had an important sale at hand that needed my complete attention but my dick wouldn't let me concentrate on my work. Finally, I had to jack off in the office restroom to relieve myself. Only then I was able to focus on my work. I had spent almost 3 hours on my work before a phone from a friend interrupted my concentration.After having some casual talk with my friend I thought of giving a call to Manisha to find out what was up. Surprisingly, there was no answer. I tried a few more times but again she didn't pick up.After another 5 minutes, I got a call from Manisha. She was short of breath and cursed me for calling at the wrong time I told you not to disturb me she said in an irritated tone and suddenly her conversation changed."Honey, I am fine. I was in the shower and hence couldn't take the call. I got to go now."I knew that something was definitely up at home. Either they were into the act or had just finished the act. I had a tough time getting my thoughts back to the proposal at hand. With great difficulty I submerged myself into the files and only got up after the proposal was ready. It was around 9:30 pm and I got a call from Manisha to find out when I was returning.I wondered if she wanted to have one last session with him before I returned and hence called up to find out. Anyway, I was to be back home in half-an-hour so was not sure if they would cut it so close.I was home by 10:20. She was waiting for me at the door, wearing just her sexiest night suit. In no time I pulled her into my arms and our eyes met. She looked a bit tired, perhaps with the extended session with Kishanchanji. I checked for any signs of her rendezvous with him. Her skin seemed to be a bit more flushed and I saw a few bite marks around her lips, remnants of passionate kisses that were exchanged that day, perhaps. Her lips themselves looked tender, succulent, and reddish in color.I lowered my mouth to hers, she didn't resist but neither did she reciprocate. My lips were engulfing her lips in an effort to penetrate her lips. Gradually her lips parted and I could feel my tongue sneaking in through her lips. She responded to my kiss by pushing her tongue deep into my mouth. I wonder if Kishanchanji had just left for the day and I tasted their mixed juices. Her breath smelled normal and their wasn't an tangy or salty taste so she definitely hadn't given a blowjob to him just before I arrived.With our intense tongue play, we found us moving into the living room and crashed onto the love seat where Kishanchanji had seduced Manisha last night. My hands were all over her body and I slowly unbuttoned her top. My hand sneaked into the bathrobe caressing her smooth skin onto one of her mound. Manisha gasped involuntarily as my fingers played with her nipples.As my hand massaged her tits, I could witness the signs that Kishanchanji left for me. Her breasts were unusually fuller and red. Her flawless fair skin had lots of bruises and hickeys on her breasts. I lowered my mouth and took one of the nipples into my mouth. I gently rolled my tongue over her nipple and caressed her areole with my tongue. I then took her nipple into my teeth and very gently started nibbling at them. Manisha enjoyed this foreplay a lot."Easy Vinit!""Kishanchanji has already drained my milk," she moaned."He did!" I exclaimed."All evening he was latched onto my breasts.""What else did he do?" saying that I was moved slowly towards her crotch."Slow baby, I am yet to recover from his assault. He has ravished me in last 4 hours. I have never been used this way."Her panty was very wet with the juices of their mating. I had an urge to see how much open her lips were. I was not sure if she could have easily accommodated him, as his equipment was considerably larger than mine. I wondered if she purposely didn't take a shower and perhaps wanted to present herself in the state in which Kishanchanji had left her.Ever so slowly I kneeled down all the while caressing her well-used body gently. She was comfortably lying on the love seat with her legs spread wide and her suit bunched up near her waist.She let out a gasp as I moved in to smell her pussy from close quarters. It had a distinct smell of a well-used pussy. Without wasting much time I moved the thin silk material of her panty near the crotch area aside to expose her cunt lips. What I saw took my breath away! Her normally pink pussy lips were deep red in color and they were wide open showing the entrance to best place on earth.She had played safe with Kishanchanji, as there were no signs of semen around her pussy. Her lips had the telltale signs of a much-used pussy. Her breathing was a bit labored as my fingers traced contours of her wide-open pussy. I wondered if she would be able to feel me after accommodating Kishanchanji."When did he leave?" I asked"Just before you arrived," she replied lazily and then added - "I had seen him off through the side-gate when you arrived.""Did he leave by himself or you had to bribe him," I asked playfully hinting that Kishanchanji might have been reluctant to leave."He left by himself, I didn't have to bribe him," she said in a matter of fact manner."So, he left just like that?""We exchanged a kiss at the door but it didn't last for long as you just arrived at that time."So, my doubts were not unfounded. Here lips were bright red from the smooch she shared with him. And I surely tasted their mixed juices as we swapped quite some saliva during that kiss."I hope, I didn't disturb you folks," I said teasing her."No you didn't, we were almost done," she replied with a smile and then added, "Although, Kishanchanji wished to stay a bit longer.""How was your first encounter with him," I asked her changing the topic.She blushed hearing about her first extramarital intercourse with Kishanchanji."It was good," she responded coyly.I could guess that she didn't seem too comfortable talking about her escapades with him. Perhaps it was too early to broach up the topic."I am glad that you decided to play safe with him," I said hinting towards the use of condom."I had too play safe but he didn't seem comfortable using a condom.""But you did use a condom right?" I asked "Yes, we did use a condom as I did not have any diaphragms. Need to buy them," she said and then after some thought added, "Just in case he gets too uncomfortable or the condom breaks, I would have another level of protection."Manisha very adroitly brought the topic of protection through the use of diaphragm at the same time hinting the possibility of letting Kishanchanji taking her without a condom. Although, I hated the lecher, the visions of Kishanchanji spewing his baby making semen inside her were too tempting."How many times did you do it?" I asked.Manisha rolled her eyes and her face showed embarrassment and she shot back at me, "Please Vinit this was our first time, I can't be so candid with you!""Okay then when was the last time he fucked you," I said making it a bit easier to answer this one.She gave me the look that said, "You are incorrigible" and said, "Just after calling you we did it one last time.""I was about to take a shower after calling you, but he didn't let me and instead utilized the half-an-hour left and took me on the very same seat."That answered my doubt of not showering; she wanted to shower before I came home. It also answered my questions regarding the state of her well-used pussy. I wanted to ask her in what position he took her but I thought that was better left for some other time.Without much ado I leaned forward and traced her open lips with tongue. Her body shivered as I did this. After making a few circles around her lips, I homed in on her clitoris. She loves it when I play with her clitoris and many a times I have made her orgasm just by going down on her, playing with her clitoris. This time, however, I found her squirm in pain as I did this and I heard her saying, "My pussy is very sore with Kishanchanji's onslaught. Please soothe it with your tongue.""I don't need to cum, I have cum several times today. Just use your tongue and gently lap up my pussy."Those words were enough to test my subservient tendencies. I knew if I had the courage to lap her pussy now, I wouldn't hesitate from doing so even if they hadn't used any protection.Those were critical words. They were the kind of words that I had been longing to hear for such a long time. I always had this fascination of mating with my wife immediately after she had sex with somebody else. This was the first occasion when I had such an opportunity. I longed to feel every nook and corner of her body after such a session. I longed to see, smell, and taste the signs that showed that she has been used by somebody else.I brought to her last orgasm for the day with gentle strokes of my tongue. She didn't waste any time after that and headed for a shower as soon as she had an orgasm leaving me to relieve myself. The dinner was uneventful as we both were embarrassed after our excitement subsided. Although I longed to hear the gory details of her escapades with Kishanchanji, I couldn't muster courage to ask her about that.We didn't waste much time that night to get to bed. Manisha fell asleep as soon as she lay down. She was totally exhausted with her encounter with Kishanchanji. There was no more action planned for the whole of next week as Kishanchanji was flying early morning on Monday for some business. I didn't fall asleep as lots of things were going through my mind that night and it was only around 2:00 pm in the night that I managed to fall asleep. I didn't have to worry about getting early next morning as it was Sunday and I deserved a day-off after working hard on the business proposal and also for soothing my wife's sore pussy.I sleep very well usually and don't wake up very easily unless the sleep was alcohol induced, as was the case on Friday night. However, today I didn't sleep well as the scenes of Kishanchanji and Manisha mating were drifting in and out of my mind. The next day I woke up very late again. The next day was pretty uneventful as we worked on cleaning our house and running regular errands. We went out for dinner that evening and met a few of our friends.That night we didn't waste much time and got immediately into bed for sex. The sex was hot and very rapid. Manisha was very aggressive and made me go down on her for a long time before letting me penetrate her. She used her vaginal muscles so skillfully that I couldn't last for long and within no time I ejaculated into the condom. Although, I was pretty unhappy about my performance that night, Manisha didn't mind and seemed quite contended.Manisha moved to bathroom to cleanup after the session. She took a shower and only then came out of the bathroom. This surprised me as she never bothered to shower after sex earlier and usually preferred to catch some sleep. I felt something was fishy and went over earlier incidents to find if something unusual happened that night. I recollected that we received a phone call as soon as we entered into the house after the dinner that night. I had to rush to bathroom to empty my bladder, while Manisha moved to pickup the phone. She had finished with phone call by the time I had returned from the bathroom. In no time after that she had initiated sex with me.Although, her actions seemed quite innocuous only later I realized what was going on.Again that night I couldn't get enough sleep as the scenes of Kishanchanji mounting my beautiful wife kept me awake until till around 1:00 in the night. Manisha was sound asleep after her relaxing shower. Even after falling asleep my sleep wasn't very sound and I kept on waking up until I noticed that it was 5:30 am, when I finally came out of that restless state. Not sure what brought me out of that state but Manisha was missing. She is an early riser but this was way too early for her to get out of bed.It was pretty dark outside. Confirming that Tushar our one-year-old son was sound asleep, I got out of bed to look for Manisha. I looked into our bathroom first to see if she was inside but the door was ajar and the sink was wet confirming that she had been to the bathroom recently. I thought she must be in kitchen to have a glass of water or something. But it was pretty dark downstairs and so she wasn't there either.I was strongly suspecting that she was with Kishanchanji; I just hoped that she wasn't at his residence. I guessed they must be using the downstairs room but then I heard some noise from the room opposite to our master bedroom. I tiptoed to the other bedroom. I could hear some rustling sounds and then I heard Manisha's voice."You are so incorrigible. Can't you wait for just one week? Vinit might wake up""No please don't"I was wondering who it was; my guess was Kishanchanji but what was he doing so early in our house. I could hear sound of lips smacking. I could see my dick rising to the tune of smacking lips. "So did he do it?" I could hear Kishanchanji talking to her"What?""Going down on you of course"I could hear Manisha unbuckling his trousers and pulling down the rubber strap of his underwear and then I could hear slurping sounds. She was probably giving him a blowjob. I didn't understand what his question was."He did, right?""Yes!" he exclaimed"I knew he was no man for you. He would be happy going down on his wife after his wife has sex with others," he said with lot of disdain in his voice.It was then lot of things became clear to me. He was talking about me going down on her last night. I wondered if this was preplanned. Did Manisha wanted me to taste their mixed juices like the other husbands in so many stories we read? That comment about soothing her pussy with my tongue seemed insidious to me now."Did he find anything different?" he asked "Nothing as such but he confused our mixed juices to be my excitement," she said."Surprising, I ravaged you so much but he didn't notice," he said"It was dark and I purposely didn't show him the state of my pussy," she said meekly."Did you let him penetrate you?""No! I already had too much for the day," she exclaimed.I could hear the sounds of fucking now. I heard Manisha's rhythmic grunts, probably synchronized with Kishanchanji's strokes, the ones that I was unaware of. She never made such sound when we fucked. I could visualize their fucking session - Kishanchanji pleasuring Manisha. I was lost in thought when the sounds suddenly ceased. I checked my clock and already 15 minutes had passed. I thought they were done with it and Kishanchanji might have climaxed but I hoped that he didn't. Living up to my expectations he didn't climax yet but the pause was only to change the position. Kishanchanji asked her if she liked this position."Not with you. With Vinit I like this position otherwise he doesn't last for long"I could hear them giggling. She was referring to her getting on top; we frequently resorted to this position to postpone my ejaculation. Even then our fucking session barely exceeded more than 7-8 minutes. Kishanchanji already gave her a fucking of more than 15 minutes, almost 20 minutes now. "Which position do you prefer with me?" he asked"With you I prefer every position where you are humping me," she responded catching her breath."Why?""You are long and thick and I like the feeling of your penis seesawing through my cunt. And you don't cum quickly that increases and extends the pleasure.""I have never bothered finding out my penis size. Am I bigger than your husband?""Oh yes!" she exclaimed, "I can feel your tip probing my cervix, trying to enter it, in missionary style. His has never reached that maiden territory. Also, you are a lot thicker than Vinit; it gives me that feeling of being full."I was reasonably well endowed for an average Indian, just above 5 inches when fully erect. Also, I thought we had a reasonable sex life with us having sex 2-3 days in a week and each session lasting for about half-an-hour to an hour including foreplay."But there is something that you can never beat my husband at", I heared Manisha saying."What?""Eating pussy!" she exclaimed. "He is simply amazing. He doesn't mind going on for hours and is okay doing it at any time. Doesn't mind the state and smell of my pussy.""Yes. I know," retorted Kishanchanji and I could hear both of them chuckling."Now hurry up. Lets finish this," she said and I could hear some movement; perhaps they were changing positions. They have been already inside for more than 35 minutes now."Even, I love this position, " said Kishanchanji, "this way when I cum in you, my sperms would have to travel the least distance to make a baby in you.""I don't understand why you are insisting on a condom," he said in desperation."Trust me I am clean," he said implying that our concerns were sexually transmitted diseases. Which weren't really as we were sure that he was not having any other affairs and neither did we feel that he had any visits to prostitutes."Trust is not the concern here. We don't want any unplanned pregnancy," she said and added, "I am out of diaphragms and pills don't suit me.""What about planned pregnancy then?" he asked her still shafting her."It is too early to think of a baby as Tushar is just an year old. I want to enjoy sex as much as I can before getting into family way again," she responded to him.Her response again surprised me. She didn't seem to be too concerned about getting pregnant from Kishanchanji. Instead she didn't want her sex life to be interrupted with another child."Come on don't waste much time. Give it to me!" she said urging him to fuck her harder.Manisha's grunts were getting louder now and more rapid; they both were just about to climax, I guessed. In such a stage, I would have taken a few more seconds to ejaculate but Kishanchanji rammed her for almost 5 more minutes before climaxing. Both of them were catching their breaths now."What a fabulous way to begin the day!" exclaimed Kishanchanji"Manisha, I am really grateful to you for letting me in this morning. I didn't want to wait for a week to get together with you again," he said"The pleasure was all mine! I too would have missed you; good that you turned up early in the morning.""Can't you postpone this trip? You would be gone for too long!" said Manisha"I would have loved to but can't. It is an urgent matter. Lets continue after I come back," said Kishanchanji"Hard to believe that we have made so much of progress in a couple of weeks" he continued. Couple of weeks! That surprised me. So their intimacy had been increasing day by day and I was glad that she didn't let Kishanchanji think that she was a slut."Although you would have to accept that you have been pursuing me ever since you met me," retorted Manisha."Yes, I agree. You have been my best and longest hunt and I hope, you will be my longest affair too!" said Kishanchanji"With the kind of equipment you have and the vigor with which you fuck me, I am sure you have quite a few years before retirement," she added emphatically."When did you started contemplating having an affair with me? I am sure this idea has been with you for some time," asked Kishanchanji."Hmm it has been with me for some time. I remember having vague thoughts about you about couple of years ago but they got crystallized only recently.""I knew that you were interested in me and wouldn't let any opportunity pass by," Manisha continued."Now that you have sampled my equipment, do you agree that conceiving from me is a good idea?" asked Kishanchanji"That is a tough question to answer!" she quickly replied"There is no doubt that sex with you is very exciting and fulfilling and I wish I had succumbed to your advances two years ago," and then to my utter surprise she added, "and Tushar had been a product of an unplanned pregnancy during such a hot encounter with you and not with Vinit."A semblance of sanity restored as she further added, "However bringing a child in this world is no trivial matter and the decision to have one needs to be taken with due diligence and care."I was happy to know that my wife was being pragmatic. But letting Kishanchanji know about her wishes to be impregnated by him surprised me. I thought she didn't want to get pregnant from him. Looking back at our conversations she had tactfully avoided answering that specific question as to whether she would like to conceive from him. "But you had earlier said that Tushar was a result of an unplanned pregnancy!" Kishanchanji countered her."Yes he was.""So, there could be another unplanned one. What is the problem with that?" he said playfully."Not really as during my fertile time I insist on double protection - diaphragm and condom.""Besides do you want our sex life to be interrupted with a child?" she asked him."I not only want to have lots of sex with you but I also want the sessions to be fruitful," he added thoughtfully."I want to have a child with a beautiful woman like you.""Well only time will tell if you get such a privilege or not.""Now hurry up it is getting very late, you might miss out your flight and even Vinit might wake up."I quickly moved into our bedroom and waited for Manisha to return. She wasn't long. Manisha was sound asleep after her brief interlude with Kishanchanji this morning. However, the comparison between Kishanchanji and me were playing in my head. I wondered if she praised Kishanchanji only to make him feel better? Did she really find that disgusting guy so attractive? Why didn't she let him know that conceiving from him was out of question? Could she even contemplate of conceiving from such a nasty guy? All these questions were popping in my mind while Manisha was sound asleep after her morning rendezvous with Kishanchanji.I felt our sex life was great and bringing another male into our relationship was only to add some excitement to our lives. I still couldn't quite comprehend why she chose him in the first place. He is not at all attractive and I wonder how she smooches him. While my dick does get excited by the visions of them swapping saliva, my conscientious mind despises me for getting excited about it. I started to wonder if she had purposely chosen him as a mate to humiliate me. He was gifted with a majestic cock, though, and I admire Manisha's instincts in picking up such a well-endowed guy. At the same time I wondered if size mattered at all? The sounds I heard this morning were something very different from what I am used to. But then it could also be that she was feeling slight discomfort due to his excessive size.I thought the orgasms were a result of the novelty and forbidden factor of the sessions between Kishanchanji and her. I conjured up numerous arguments to counter Kishanchanji's superiority in the sex department. How could such a physically unfit and aged person be better than a man in thirties? He harbored a potbelly and never exercised so it made me wonder if he really was that good. On the other hand, I was fit and trim and had a decent sized cock. More importantly, my wife, till now, never complained about my performance in the bedroom.The more I thought of it the more I agonized over who was better in bed for Manisha. Given a choice whom would she prefer to have sex with? Would she prefer to conceive from Kishanchanji given a choice? I knew these were difficult questions to answer but without getting an answer my mind wouldn't rest in peace.Next day, I wanted to confront her regarding her preference in this matter. I knew I was impatient and always messed up things in a hurry to settle scores. So, I retreated to my study room after breakfast to think over it at length before I broached up the topic with her. I was working from home that day.Around noon, I came up with a brilliant idea that would put rest to my doubts - one way or another. I wanted to get an honest opinion from Manisha - if she would have crossed the line to conceive from Kishanchanji were there no societal restrictions. I had to involve her in the conversation before I broached up this sensitive issue, though. I had to bring it up inconspicuously but with some seriousness to get an honest answer from her.Post lunch, I moved to our study room to work on some pending items from office and Manisha was feeding Tushar in our bedroom. It wasn't long before Manisha joined me in the study room. We were both fresh as we had lots of sleep in the night after our frantic sex which didn't last for long. I was working on my laptop while Manisha was applying skin lotion to her legs on the sofa next too my study table. The sight was incredible - Her hands gliding over her slender long legs with some trace of body hair, a sign of virility in Indian women. Unlike other Indian women she was fairly tall and wasn't bulky, although after Tushar she did put on some weight but that only added to her voluptuousness. Her body showed no signs of motherhood but the signs that Kishanchanji left were still showing clearly – couple of hickeys on her neck.She was lost in thought and didn't notice that I was watching her. I asked, "What are you thinking?" waking her up from her reverie. "Ah," she responded coming out of her thoughts. As our eyes met her smile widened and her rosy lips made way for her perfect white teeth. It was a smile that could captivate any man. I couldn't imagine how lucky Kishanchanji must have been to not only those lovely lips but also penetrate them with his dick."Nothing. Just thinking how much our relationship has matured in the past 4 years," she said after a pregnant pause.Indeed we had matured marvelously into a perfectly happy couple; a startling contrast to Indian marriages, which were usually punctuated with numerous fights and separations. Our marriage had been rock solid. It was, perhaps, this faith in our relationship that gave us the courage to charter into such a forbidden territory. Such kind of experimentation is uncommon in India, if not rare. I was sure she was referring to this bold step of ours with that remark."Did you think I would live your fantasy some day," she asked me."Actually, no. But you see hope never dies," I said smiling back to her."Even I never thought I could live "our" fantasy," she said with clear emphasis on "our" part."So, it finally became your fantasy too," I said hinting towards my persistence that broke her resolve."Yes your constant persuasion made me contemplate about it and I enjoyed the thought of being center of attraction," she said "You were pretty happy with it being a fantasy though," I said taking the credit for the new turn our relationship had taken."Yes I was," she said and then added after some thought, "But the erotic stories that we read on the Internet were too enticing.""Were you as keen to live the fantasy, though," I asked"Not as keen but I was excited at the prospect of being penetrated by someone else," she added bringing sexual overtone to our conversation. I was happy the way conversation was progressing."Since when did you start contemplating living our fantasy?""Don't exactly remember but it was definitely after Tushar's birth.""I remember," I said and paused for a thought and added, "I had started pursuing this very aggressively after Tushar's birth. I felt we should live our fantasies before our children grew up.""Actually, it wasn't because of your constant pressure. That I could handle," she said and then after collecting her thoughts she added meekly, "It was more because somebody pursued me very aggressively after Tushar's birth," countering me."Who that lecher Kishanchanji?" I asked. A rhetorical question, though. Her pouted lips partly opened to answer me but then she opted to just nod."I guess after giving birth to Tushar I transformed into a complete woman," she clarified.It was true that Tushar's birth had transformed her from a girl into woman. She looks like a woman in her prime and fertile enough to deliver a cricket team."A woman, who could awaken Kishanchanji's desires after a long period of celibacy."A woman, whom he couldn't let just pass by!" she exclaimed patting herself for driving a 45-year old to pursue her so aggressively that she had no choice but to succumb to his advances."Well, I wouldn't blame him," I said agreeing with her views as I moved to the sofa and sat astride behind her, gently embracing her from behind."Anybody who gets close to you would have such an urge. Moreover you indeed have transformed into a much desirable woman," I said in a playful tone moving her hands towards her magnificent breasts."Oh! Stop it," Manisha said brushing aside my compliments and my hands. "I really mean it!" I said almost pleading but this time my hands just besides her."In just one year you have gone back to your original shape. No one could tell that you have a 1-year old son," I said justifying my compliments."Anyway, his relentless pursuit broke my resolve and I gave in to his advances that day.""It wasn't as if there were no conversations with sexual innuendos earlier.""But that night desire and opportunity were at a peak and I offered him the much awaited kiss," she added as she got from her seat and took the opposite seat on the chair."And then nature took its course," I completed her sentence smiling."I had to succumb to his advances that night as otherwise it would have sent a strong negative signal to him," she elaborated.The opportunity was there. I was in an inebriated state and was quite unlikely to wake up from that state of drunken stupor. However, I was not quite sure what she meant by her desire being at peak. So, I asked, "Understandably the opportunity was there but what exactly do you mean by your desire being at peak?"I could see Manisha blush in response to my innocuous question. I noticed her beautiful eyelashes and her deep dark brown eyes as she stole glances at me while staring at our well-polished marble floor. Her cheeks were visibly red – a sign of excitement and embarrassment. "Don't ask such a naive question, VINIT?" she pleaded.I was completely clueless and didn't know what she meant. So, I asked, "What?" I exclaimed not knowing how to respond."Aren't you aware how excitable women are that time of the month?" she meekly responded lowering her eyelids. I wasn't quite sure what she was hinting at. Was she talking about her menstrual period? I was lost in thought trying to understand what she implied to which she responded, "What?" Looking into my eyes initially playfully but then guessing that I had no clue what she was talking about she almost yelled, "Vinit, I was in the middle of fertile period, damn it!"It was very surprising that although, her talk about breeding with Kishanchanji tremendously excited me, I couldn't figure out such a no-brainer even after getting an hint. More importantly, it dawned on me that her periods must have started very recently. She didn't have her periods since Tushar's birth till now due to her constant breastfeeding, which acts as a natural contraceptive. I am sure she was neither ovulating as she got it tested couple of months back due to her concern about her periods not starting even after 10 months. I was dumb enough to not realize that this morning when I eavesdropped on their session as well where she talked about using a condom to avoid pregnancy. Things were falling in place now! "I guess then all that talk of breeding must have excited you," I said not realizing how to continue the conversation."Indeed! It did it for me. I couldn't have perhaps mustered courage to embark on this affair if the timing hadn't been right," she said rising from her chair and walking aimlessly in the study room."Did Kishanchanji know about this?" I asked innocuously."NO," she almost screamed, "He didn't!" "Although, I guess he might have sensed it," she said using her womanly instincts. She was pacing the room at a leisurely pace as she thought over the events."As far as I remember your periods hadn't resumed," I said probing her to find when her periods commenced again."They commenced last month," she responded calmly.I was curious to know what started her ovulation and periods all of a sudden. We had been having lots of sex for past 3-4 months but that never triggered her periods. Also, her breastfeeding didn't reduce significantly to trigger it. My hopes were sinking now, as Manisha was very excited at the prospect of having sex with Kishanchanji during her fertile period. Made me wonder if she subconsciously enjoyed the thought of copulating with him during that period, perhaps risking pregnancy. Worst, I wondered if Kishanchanji's relentless pursuit triggered her ovulation? Is such a thing possible? Can the desire to mate with a person trigger ovulation in a female under such conditions? Not sure if I had heard something of that sort in animal kingdom yet. It was about two months back when she finally agreed to live our fantasy and it makes me wonder if she agreed due to Kishanchanji's advances, which she found difficult to resist. More importantly, did her womanly instincts forced her to ovulate before she considered mating with this nomadic lion? Would she have risked bareback sex with Kishanchanji if I hadn't woken up? I was presuming that both weren't prepared for such an eventuality and wouldn't have had protection measures handy.Her Saturday session with Kishanchanji must have been really hot and raunchy. No wonder, he came home for another session in the wee hours this morning. I wondered if I should have eavesdropped on their Saturday session or perhaps secretly watched them making it out. My admiration for Kishanchanji grew leaps and bounds as all this went through my mind.Not wanting to stall the conversation, I asked her, "Was it always Kishanchanji in your fantasies?" changing the topic slightly."No! But his were the most compelling and recurring ones.""Didn't you fantasize about Amirchanji then?" I asked her surprised by her response."Actually, I masturbated thinking about him the very day I met him," she responded with a little apprehension in her voice as she looked into my eyes to judge my response.I was surprised with Manisha's candid response to my question. She seemed to be in an incredible mood after the morning session with Kishanchanji. Our relationship seemed to have evolved to a point where she could openly admit of her preferences for potential mates. Amirchanji indeed was pretty good looking and was in very good shape for his age."What about you?" she asked immediately not wanting me to pick on her reply to earlier question."Who was humping me in your fantasies?" she asked."I always thought of a young attractive male having sex with you."So, I fantasized you sleeping with such younger, attractive males in our friends circle but no one in particular," I said."Why didn't you opt for Amirchanji then?" I asked her continuing on our earlier thread."We hardly know Amirchanji," she said almost in desperation perhaps hinting that she would have been interested in starting her extramarital life with him."Hence I couldn't trust him with such an important secret," she said thoughtfully. "Moreover, I always felt Kishanchanji deserved the privilege of being my first extramarital lover – a credit to his persistence!" she said countering my earlier guess. There was pin drop silence as she said this. I could clearly hear our heart beats pacing at a blistering pace. And then she meticulously added carefully sitting on the edge of the chair, "It was Kishanchanji who sensed a woman in heat that evening.""He didn't let go of me even for a moment that evening," she said. Her voice trembling and her throat chocked as she said that. Clearing her throat she further added, "He adroitly seduced me in a matter of minutes in our very house."I noted that evening that Kishanchanji and Manisha were hanging together most of the time and that is what initially pissed me off and I got myself drunk. I shouldn't have any objection though, since that triggered their affair. Her talk now reminded me how much a male of species guards 'his' female in her fertile period ensuring that nobody else gets to mate with her.Manisha emphasized how skillful Kishanchanji was in grabbing the moment. I wondered if he could sense that Manisha was in heat – would that have mattered to him? I really wondered how he must have arranged to be back in our house after moving me to our bedroom. Both Manisha and Kishanchanji had changed by the time I had woken up. Did Manisha invite him for a coffee or did he get himself invited?Bringing myself to earlier thread, Amirchanji and Kishanchanji were contrasting characters – only similarity was their business acumen. I wondered what Manisha found attractive in each of them."Manisha," I broached up the topic, "Amirchanji and Kishanchanji are so very different and it is not clear to me what you find attractive about them?" I put forward innocently."I never realized that," she said"Good that you asked. Let me think about it.""I found both of them to be very focused," she said "Means?""I mean both were interested in me and pursued me relentlessly," she clarified."More importantly, both of them had the knack to deal with women," she tactfully added."But those are the similarities?" I retorted."Their behaviors were very different. While Kishanchanji was a lecher and did things surreptitiously Amirchanji had certain haughtiness and preferred to be straightforward."Amirchanji had tremendous confidence. He made me feel desirable but never went overboard."Kishanchanji on the other hand always took an additional step to make me feel prized."Both of them seemed to be domineering kind but Kishanchanji was a bit smarter at achieving his objectives. He was willing to make concessions to meet his objectives. Amirchanji on the other hand wanted total supremacy and didn't budge from his stance."She was spot on with her final sentence. That was the key difference between Kishanchanji and Amirchanji. With her thorough analysis, I wondered what it would be for Manisha to experience Amirchanji on the side. I was getting a bit greedy now and wanted to perhaps see both of them having sex with Manisha. Made me wonder if she could handle the attention of three people? Although, Manisha had opted for these two people from a practical perspective, I wondered if she found anyone more attractive in particular."Looks wise who do you find more attractive?" I asked her, an obvious question."Each of them is attractive in their own way," she replied to my utter surprise."Amirchanji is obviously attractive," she justified"He is tall with a lean structure for his age and gifted with sharp features and fair complexion.""Kishanchanji on the other hand is a sharp contrast!" she stated the obvious."Nevertheless, his dark skin has an appeal that I find difficult, if not impossible, to resist."The prospect of letting this short, stocky figure mount you would send a chill through the spine of any beautiful woman," she said contradicting herself."Yet it is the same forbidden thought that I find irresistible!""So, it is the stark contrast of complexion that arouses you," I asked inquisitively. Incidentally, I too found the stark contrast in their complexions quite arousing. Her rosy pink lips just inches away from his dark purple monster were an incredible sight."It is not just his dark complexion.""Beautiful women are not supposed to be having sex with such a despicable looking man," she said."It is the thought of letting such a man mate with you in an extramarital affair did it for me!" she said in-between her labored breathing."And that too in the middle of my fertile period," she added further hitting right on the head of nail."So, you find Kishanchanji more attractive than Amirchanji," I said putting things together, brushing aside her remarks of being in the middle of fertile period. Somehow, I was not very comfortable with discussing this thing with her now. As more information became available, I wondered if it made any sense to even broach up the subject so early. More importantly, it seemed that I would be on the loosing end anyway. Again, if she had already made up her mind then there was no point hiding from it either, so I just thought of continuing it."I find the thought of having sex with Kishanchanji forbidden," she said clarifying, "Otherwise, Amirchanji is more attractive and had Kishanchanji been attractive like him, I would have opted for Amirchanji." "I wonder how you could manage to kiss Kishanchanji if you find him so despicable?""That is what makes it so exciting. Letting a despicable lecher suck nectar from my rosy lips.""I guess the sucking is both ways," I said hinting towards the involvement of both parties in a kiss.a kiss."That is what a kiss is all about, isn't it?""Don't you find putting your tongue in his mouth disgusting? Not to mention him putting his tongue in your mouth.""Both are the same – a process of exchanging saliva!""I still wonder how you could kiss that foul-breathed bastard!""Ekes!" she screamed."How could you imagine such a disgusting thing?" she shot at me."His breath is fine!""Not as fresh as yours but not so bad to put me off.""You serious?""Of course!""What do you think?""I can't imagine having sex with someone whom I can't kiss.""Moreover, I found him to be well-groomed and presentable since past couple of months.""A change brought in him, perhaps, by the hope of nailing me in the near future.""Isn't it surprising that both of them are much older for you though?" I asked her changing the topic."I never thought about it but subconsciously I have preferred older men, I guess.""Why?""Older men, specially in the range of 40's are much secure and experienced.""They are wiser and know how to please a woman in bed."I found her line of though a bit out of the ordinary and said, "I thought younger men were better in the sex department – more virile, with a strong sex drive.""Hmm... true but they are amateurs!""Also, I am not too convinced about sex drive thing," she said rejecting my hypothesis."Why?""I feel both Amirchanji and Kishanchanji have a strong sex drive even now.""How do you know?""Never underestimate a woman's instincts!" she said emphatically."It wasn't hard to guess that Kishanchanji's drive was still strong.""After sleeping with him I can certainly say that he has many more years before his sex drive could take a plunge."About Amirchanji it is still a strong hunch."Nevertheless, older men prefer to have extramarital affairs with younger women.""I have nothing to loose but only to gain from their vast experience!" she said defending her strong preference for older men."Point conceded," I said accepting her point of view."But how could you sense that he would be good in the bedroom, and ..." my words trailed as I mustered courage to complete the sentence."And?" she asked looking into my eyes."That he was well-endowed!" I said it without even blinking an eye after her. She smiled and responded, "Instincts!""Really?""Yes! And that night when he guided my hand to his erection during a passionate smooch, I knew my instincts were spot on.""But you weren't 100% sure before, right?""Obviously, how could I? I am not a fortuneteller VINIT!""Your behavior that night was very risky. What if I had woken up and walked on you both? What if Tushar had woken up.""I know that is what made it so exciting," she said giggling. "Moreover, Kishanchanji had me worked up so much that I couldn't resist," she added justifying her actions that night."You had the guts to give him a blowjob in the kitchen," I said almost complaining."Isn't it better than having intercourse in the living room?" she retorted."Besides, why are you complaining? I am sure you too enjoyed it from your vantage point.""Yes I did," I said conceding that I too had immensely enjoyed."Kishanchanji wanted to continue in our spare bedroom. That would have been very risky as you could have woken up anytime for the match.""So, you weren't aware that I was there all the time?" I asked her puzzled about this new piece of information."No, it was only during my blowjob that I realized you were watching discretely from the staircase."I was glad to hear this piece of information. So, her reaction to Kishanchanji's advances weren't calculated and she was her natural self. As the scenes played through my mind, I could recollect how adroitly Kishanchanji had maneuvered the conversation and only at the right moment did his actions became physical. Her passionate kisses were proof that she found him attractive enough to mate with him."And that didn't affect you?" I asked surprised with her answer. She never showed that she was caught in the act."Actually, my heart did skip a beat but then it was dark for me to ascertain that you were there.""Moreover, I was already into the action.""Yes! You were into the act completely. Devouring every inch of his monster!""Oh Yes!""It was fabulous – my first extramarital rendezvous!""When did you know for sure that I was watching you?" I asked."Only the next day when you mentioned it."I cursed myself for not being able to control myself. She was totally unaware about my presence. Although, she did think that I was watching them it was too difficult to make out in the dark. "I had no intentions of continuing it in our spare bedroom," she said bringing back the reason why she took such a risky-step that night."But Kishanchanji wanted to continue.""Perhaps, he was not sure if such an opportunity would arise again," she added. I could understand that. She could have shrugged of what transpired that night if it hadn't gone beyond some petting. It was imperative for Kishanchanji to put a stamp that it was much more than petting. So, that he could coerce her to continue the affair if her guilty conscience prevented her from resuming the affair the next day. And stamp he did put – by penetrating her lips that night. Does it matter which ones?As fate would have it, Tushar's loud cries interrupted our conversation. It broke the momentum our conversations had gained. As Manisha hurriedly left the study room, I wondered if we would be able to continue this conversation again. I turned my attention back to my laptop and tried to continue from where I left off. However, I wasn't in a state to work. I needed more of the gory details and within five minutes decided to join Manisha in our bedroom.Manisha was breastfeeding Tushar; she believed that added to longevity of our son and also helped her regain her size quickly. She motioned me to keep quite as Tushar was content feeding and was, I guess, almost on verge of falling asleep. I tiptoed to the bed and silently lied down next to her my body pressing against her entire body. I wiggled in position to line my throbbing erection just next to her ass crack.I nudged her neck with my lips and whispered into her ears, "Why don't you continue your story?" She turned back slightly and looked into my eyes to sense how desperate I was for this. Our eyes met and lips sealed into a passionate kiss. We fervently swapped saliva while Tushar, our one-year-old one, was suckling."He wanted to be relieved," she said breaking her kiss. Her lips glistened with our mixed juices. "What was going through your mind when he implored you for that," I asked urging her to give me the gory details."I had the urge to take a peek at his manhood that would penetrate my virginal married vagina sooner or later," she said giggling at the thought of it."He was well-endowed. I felt the entire length of his cock – a good eight inches – before he motioned me to kneel down."It was clear she was not good at numbers. It was clearly around 10 inches almost twice my size. I was not sure if his size enticed her but it seemed so now. Anyway, I wasn't to let her know that he was almost twice my size."Did you plan to give him a blowjob? Or just masturbate him.""All I wanted to do was inspect his majestic equipment that felt so nice concealed in his pajamas," she said nonchalantly."But I was also concerned about the possibilities if you walked in on us in that state," she said in a concerned tone."On an after thought, we would have been more safer if we had moved to dining room but some reason we just decided to do it in the kitchen.""What did you find when you peeled off the pajamas?" I asked her as my hands moved cupped her sizeable bum and gave her a gentle squeeze."A thick black one-eyed monster stared at me," she responded carefully choosing the words to titillate me. Her lips only couple of inches from mine – her intoxicating breath revealing her excited state."He wasn't completely hard, though.""Perhaps due to his age," she added thoughtfully."The visions of this monster ramming into my tight snatch were driving my crazy," she said breathing heavily."I played with his prick and in no time it was as taught as a cable wire, leaking copious precum.""Did you feel like tasting it at that time?""Perhaps."I didn't feel like wasting his precious precum and used my thumbs to spread it on his penis, instead.""And then you pulled forward his foreskin," I said continuing her story."Wow, you were quite watchful," she said blushing. "Yes I was," I said as I leaned forward to kiss her lips again. This was a short wet peck though."Kishanchanji was gently pulling me towards his erect penis.""Relenting to his pressure, I leaned forward as I pulled back his foreskin and massaged his bulbous knob.""It was dark purple in color and much larger than yours," she mentioned nonchalantly. It had to be, he was much larger than me I heard saying to myself."Lust filled my mind as the strong smell of sex hit my nostrils.""I was just inches away from his penis and the musky smell of his sex was intoxicating me.""It was in that inebriated state of lust I relented to his continued pressure and kissed his knob.""A peck, right?" I interrupted her saying what I had seen. Manisha picked Tushar and got up to put him in his cradle the other side of the bed."It was a kiss as my lips had parted just enough to conceal his pee hole in the kiss," she said as she put him safely in the cradle."I had an urge to pleasure this monster as it would be soon pleasuring me," she said returning back to me."And then I got into the act completely.""You went overboard in pleasuring him!""Just in your first encounter you were going in for his perineum?" I said in an accusing tone."I told you I was full of lust for him that night," she said justifying her conduct and gently pushing me downwards hinting for me to go down on her."Weren't you afraid of portraying a sluttish image in front of him?" I asked gently sliding down towards the bed. I rolled her nigh suite and kissed her slender beautiful thighs. "That thought didn't cross my mind. Perhaps, I was secure having invested so much time in making sure that I am not an easy lay.""In any event that is what he wanted me to be," she said revealing her inherent desire to please him. Her fingers clasped me hair and gently pushed me towards her vagina."A slut for him!""A slut - who wouldn't stop at anything for the sake of pleasuring him."I was surprised at the submissive streak that Manisha was revealing. I always thought she was dominating kind and after living with her for four years this was a sudden sharp turn in her behavior. She has always been in command in our relationship – not that I regretted it. I wondered if Kishanchanji had struck the submissive chord in her."His large sacs complimented his equipment well," she continued. I found her panties and gently pushed the panty aside to expose her reddish lips. She was definitely in a very excited state as she had some secretions as well, which she usually has when she is extremely hot."I bathed his sacs in my saliva – an urge forced me to feel every part of his genitals with my mouth.""It was an awkward position that spoiled my efforts otherwise I was determined to find his perineum," she said."Looks like you wouldn't have minded even tonguing his asshole," I exclaimed feeling the throes of passion she was in. My remark had caught her off guard and perhaps I was burdening her with my thoughts. I wondered if she could give him the privilege of being the first to experience analingus from her."I didn't think about it then but I wouldn't have minded if he had asked for it," she surprised me with her witty reply. The answer clearly showed that she was quite keen to impress him and willing to even indulge in acts that she never even performed with me. Her hands put further pressure and pulled me to her vaginal lips. I gently probed her clitoris with tip of my tongue; she only moaned as my tongue touched her sensitive clitoris."Did you try attempting it in your later sessions?" "I didn't as he was more content with humping me every time he had an erection.""I was surprised seeing you swallow his load in the heat of the moment," I said quickly bringing her back to original thread. She again guided me to her honey pot and urged me to lap it up. I wasn't sure why she was so persistent about having me go down on her. I was more interested in hearing what she had to say rather than please her with my tongue.It just then dawned on me that she didn't have a bath after her morning session with Kishanchanji. As on Saturday she wanted me to lap up their mixed juices. I also remembered her talk about me going down on her on Saturday and not realizing what I tasted. Did she enjoy the idea of making me go down on her after her sessions with Kishanchanji? She didn't try that with Kishanchanji as she showered immediately after our last night's session and kept herself fresh for Kishanchanji. Made me wonder if there was a tacit understanding between them to make me go down on her after their sessions.I was not sure about what was going in her mind but I didn't mind much. I loved eating her pussy anytime of the day. After Saturday night's session, I am sure I wouldn't hesitate from going down on her even if Kishanchanji hadn't used a condom. The eroticism of lapping their mixed juices was too enticing!"Actually, I didn't plan on it." I heard her say as I gently lapped their mixed juices from her pussy."It just happened."It took quite some effort and my jaws were aching by the time he reached the point of ejaculation."I was too engrossed in the act and didn't realize that he could ejaculate any moment."His tight clasp of my hair should have indicated but I had the urge to take it to the edge until he could no longer hold it."When the first spurt hit the roof of my mouth, I realized that I was late." Hearing that I stopped and looked into her eyes. They were oozing sex; it was just a matter of minutes before she would let me to mount her."I could have pulled out - but two things prevented me," she said and stopped in for a breather or perhaps to create an impact with what she was about to say next. And the she pulling me to her cunt again added, "His tight clasp of my hair and my latent desire to taste his cum. His cum – the fruits of my first extramarital encounter." I fervently chewed her lips hearing that. "Easy," she said, "Don't get too excited a lot more is still to come.""While I didn't enjoy the taste of semen, the eroticism more than compensated for that bitter taste," she continued."In the heat of the moment I not only swallowed his cum without wasting a single drop but I also sucked it until it finally shrunk to its original size.""Wish you had not woken up that morning, I could have had another go at his dick.""Sorry, I didn't know you had further plans for that night," I mumbled not letting go her tasty lips that were penetrated this morning."I didn't plan but nature would have taken it course if you had not interrupted it.""Didn't you have a go at his dick Saturday evening?""I did but didn't swallow his cum.""Why?" I asked looking up, my tongue still inside her lips."Because he preferred to ejaculate inside me," she said looking into my eyes to find what response that remark of her elicited in me."And what do you prefer?" I found myself asking a very important question as I rested myself on my elbows. I wasn't to be challenged; I took the challenge to her letting her know that I am more than game for such a thing."What is your guess?" she asked my playfully gently pulling me into her again."Come on, I asked first.""Well, I prefer to have him ejaculate inside me..." her words trailing towards the end."And not in the condom." She completed her sentence."His copious semen needs a better receptacle than a condom!" she said emphatically. Come on please don't stop, I need you to lap my cunt and keep me on the verge for me to continue the story."Moreover, condom ruins half the pleasure," she continued."Kishanchanji longed to feel my naked skin inside," she said as I got back to my job of sucking her lips."I too long to feel his bare penis inside me, especially during my non fertile days.""That reminds me; you did mention about getting a diaphragm," I said bringing the topic of contraception she had mentioned in the passing Saturday night."Yes, I need to be very careful during my fertile period and a diaphragm along with condom should ensure that nothing unplanned happens," she responded. I was glad to note that she did seem pretty serious about not having a baby so soon. So, I knew if I could broach up the topic during this conversation she would give the decision in my favor. My hopes were still alive despite what all had transpired so far."You need to insist on a condom always. It is safer that way.""Yes, I know. But Kishanchanji doesn't prefer condoms besides there is always a chance that in the heat of the moment we might forget the condom or run out of them.""Would he be fine with you using spermicide with diaphragm?""He should be as he doesn't seem to prefer giving oral sex although he does relish receiving it.""But it could be a problem for you, right?""And for me!""After all where would I go for oral sex, if Kishanchanji doesn't give me that," she said coyly implying that she relished oral sex with me and perhaps intercourse with him. A negative signal for me as this could sway the decision in Kishanchanji's favor. I relished oral sex with her and would have hated the taste of spermicide while going down on her. "I have decided to avoid spermicide for now and opt for both a condom and diaphragm during my fertile days.""Are you implying that you might let him take you other days without a condom?""Would you use diaphragm on those days?" I asked pushing her to be precise and the same time driving my finger deep into her pussy."Vinit it is hard to be so certain that we would always resort to condom's and diaphragm during my non fertile days," she said and then added, "But I intend to have at least a diaphragm during all the sessions with him.""The reason I am bringing this up," I started, "I am not sure if he has a strong sex drive but he definitely is driven by his need to inseminate you. And we need to guard against that."Manisha smiled to that remark of mine.