My Life As A Cuckolds Life Ch 10

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Chapter 10

I woke up a different and far more confident woman, the next morning. I had actually done something which had looked impossible. The baby making cum that Vicky had ingested into me after a wonderful fucking, I had offered and expelled it into my husband Shantanu's mouth as per his own request. I had agreed to do this but didn't expect Shantanu to so lovingly receive the degrading mixture which was nothing short of insulting and humiliating.

Shantanu hadn't kept the promise that he had made at the time of our marriage and I wanted to hate Shantanu for sharing me with another man, but somehow I couldn't do that, I was rather feeling grateful for his fetish, which had opened up the doors of multiple sexual possibilities in my life.

I had been blessed with a beautiful body and I now wanted to make its potential use, to get every possible sexual pleasure and offer it to Vicky too.

Shantanu had literally worshipped me during the previous night, both before and after, I gave him his first cream-pie, he appeared so grateful, as if I had invented a 'life saving drug' that would keep him alive. Shantanu had demonstrated his very strong fetish for 'Cum' and I hadn't been able to decide as to how he was oriented sexually, was he 'gay' or 'bisexual' or was he only a 'Cuckold' who wanted me, his wife to be fucked by others, so that he could enjoy their 'cum' mixed with my cum, out of my fucked pussy? I was left wondering, whether devouring 'cream-pies' was the purpose of Shantanu's life?

As such I had no reason to complain because I was undoubtedly feeling happy for all of us, Shantanu's fetish had become the source of my sexual liberation and orgasmic satisfaction too, but I couldn't avoid thinking that I was probably just a media for him to procure his treasure, which was being produced between Vicky's legs for being served to Shantanu in the bowl, which my cunt had become.

I fought myself to push away the negative thoughts which were engulfing my mind, because I didn't want to live in misery. I too had made a commitment and wanted only happiness coming my way. I wanted Shantanu as much as he wanted me, and was ready to cooperate with him, to the extent possible, but at the same time, keeping Vicky happy had become of paramount importance for me. I never knew, what a loving and capable cock can do to a woman, until I visited the pleasure heaven with Vicky, the divine experience that he had given me, seemed to be the most valuable thing in life.

I needed him not just close but inside me, my desperation was making me feel incomplete. Vicky has made me understand the true worth of sex, it was only after being fucked by him that I had realised, how good it can be!

I was craving for Vicky and yet starving myself for sex with him, there was no reason to avoid him because after Shantanu's departure for his office, we had complete privacy, but suffering in that scenario had its own charm.

To deny yourself what you desperately need, when it's freely available, is a sacrifice which brings bitter - sweet misery, and that's what I too was enjoying.

It had become a game of 'Who blinks first?', because I very well knew that Vicky too wanted me, just as much as I wanted him.

Even after having fucked me multiple times, Vicky was hesitant in initiating sex with me, he still had the servant mindset and wanted to take care of my desires, whenever I wanted, whereas I wanted him to go crazy for me and my sexy body, and in that process forget about the perceived inequality in our relationship.

I was enjoying giving Vicky, VIP treatment, I was doing everything in my power to take care of Vicky and doing everything that he liked, everything I made and did was his favourite, as far as I knew his preferences, I was trying to please him and in that process making it obvious, that I was waiting for him to make his move. I just needed the words or actions to come from him, but otherwise, I was practically begging him to fuck me, without expressly saying it.

I very well noticed that Vicky was as horny as me! It was written on our faces and yet we waited.

It turned out to be a long day and I was extremely happy when Shantanu finally arrived home, because he was my passport for my travel to the sex-land, where I would enjoy my favourite 'लण्ड' (Cock)!

I was undoubtedly looking forward to be fucked again but it appeared that Shantanu was even more eager for the fucking that he wouldn't be part of.

I had already experienced and seen it all, and yet I was finding it to be unbelievable that 'cum' could be such a precious gift, that my husband had risked his relationship with me, for it. Shantanu's preference had initially shocked and astonished me, especially because I had considered oral sex and cum disgusting, and moreover he was weighing and valuing a few drops of sticky sperms more than his relationship with me.

Entire risk of execution was being borne by me because Shantanu wasn't going to get pregnant with Vicky's cum, because if at all, that would be me, in case things didn't go as planned, so why was it so important for him to slurp cum, I just couldn't understand?

As soon as I entered our room, an impatient Shantanu came to me and handed over an extremely sexy & revealing set of lingerie comprising a translucent baby pink lacy bra & bikini panty together with a short, see-through frilly nightie, the attire which he had selected and wanted me to wear was so suggestive that it would me feel more naked than naked in front of the young Vicky, who at least for Shantanu was also our servant. The lingerie selected by Shantanu was an open invitation for sex, as it practically left nothing for imagination, wearing those flimsy & skimpy nothings in front of someone only meant that you were begging, for being fucked.

Undoubtedly, my husband had enjoyed the experience of previous night and his current selection intended to encourage & excite Vicky to give me another unforgettable fucking.

Though Shantanu's desire was driven only by a selfish need arising from his perverse fetish to eat a cream-pie out of his wife's pussy, yet he wanted Vicky and me to enjoy our copulation as much as possible, because the quality of our orgasmic bliss would impact the quantity that Shantanu wanted to get to consume and enjoy.

Shantanu wasn't desirous of getting me fucked by Vicky to prove his own worth, he rather wanted to be made to feel worthless and be humiliated for his weakness and inability to satisfy me sexually. It was abundantly clear that Shantanu wanted me to fuck Vicky again to bring him his much awaited treat. I was expected to excite Vicky to enhance the production of his cum that he would deposit in my cunt that night after fucking me.

After handing over the clothes to me, Shantanu hugged me and encouragingly said "Get ready and go sweetie, your lover must be waiting!"

I could see transparently that Shantanu's focus and objective was the 'Cum' that I would bring back after fucking. I had wholeheartedly agreed for my participation in this kinky and perverse sexual deviation and yet I was feeling 'used', and therefore spoke in an irritated tone,

"First of all, He is not my lover and second of all he may not be waiting to get inside me but you definitely are waiting for him to fuck me, no actually cum in me!!"

"You are absolutely right, sweetheart! I am a little impatient!" Shantanu conceded shamelessly.

"You are undoubtedly impatient, Shantanu, moreover do you realise that he knows you are awake?, We have to wait and be careful, because we can't make things so obvious, and be caught redhanded, unless you are ready to announce to Vicky that, it's not he, who has seduced me, but actually you who has seduced him through me, and that I am only a media for you to source & slurp on his sperms!! Are you ready to make this disclosure to your young servant, at least I am not! I want him to respect you, if he gets to know the truth about your complicity, I would feel much more ashamed, of myself than I already am for seducing a boy, I once considered my son!" I spoke in an agitated tone, because Shantanu's impatience was making my wait, even more difficult.

"Jyoti, I can't believe that you said this! why should you be ashamed for wanting to have sex, which is a natural need and should be perfectly acceptable between any two consenting adults. All of us whether it's you, Vicky or me, we love each other and feel attracted towards one another. So why should it be wrong or shameful for us to have sex, as we want!? I don't believe that if we are committed to each other as life partners, then we can't have physical relations with anyone else, especially when I have your consent or you have mine. I am sorry, if you feel this way! You can stop this, if you want" Shantanu stunned me and put me on back foot. He probably knew that I was already addicted to the forbidden fruit, after having tasted it, and now there was no stopping me in any case.

"Shantanu, don't you think it's a bit too late for that, and don't get me wrong, I am not saying that you need to feel obligated to me, but I have done what I have done, because I love you and since you want this sex desperately, I too have learnt to like it, you very well know, that I would do anything for you, baby!!" I pushed back to make Shantanu realise that it was only at his behest and for his benefit that I had fucked Vicky.

"Thank you sweetheart, I too love you and therefore, don't want you to indulge in anything only for my sake, you should sleep with Vicky only if you too enjoy doing it. Whatever I am doing is worth only & only if you too enjoy doing it to me, and that means actually enjoy making me feel small, insulted & humiliated. It would be the best of sex, if you can destroy my ego and reduce me to a nothing in the bedroom, without our relationship changing in the eyes of the world." Shantanu begged me to put my foot on the accelerator of his sexual humiliation.

I may have said otherwise but now I wanted Shantanu to continue his obsession for cream pies made by Vicky and me and while doing all this I also wanted to be politically correct, I wanted to project as if I was making the biggest sacrifice of my life, for my husband, "Shantanu, don't do this! You don't know what you are saying, I am trying very hard to not to enjoy what I am doing, I want this to be just fucking and not lovemaking between Vicky and me. I am ready to change where such change makes you feel happy and satiated but in that process I don't want our emotions & relationship to change. I am not ready to pay that price. I can give my body to him for you but my heart is only for you!!"

"Jyoti, thank you for all that you are doing but do you realise that why am I sharing you with another man, who actually is our young servant?" Shantanu questioned.

"I have never actually given it a deep thought but isn't it because you crave to eat sperms but can't have your own?" I spoke without any shame or concern for Shantanu's emotions, as it seemed perfectly all right to call a spade, a spade, when our target was to make Shantanu feel like a piece of shit!

"Well Jyoti, I don't want to take you for granted but wish to prove to you every now and then, that I am the best for you, and I want to do so by fighting for you with others and winning you every time. I want to give you what no other would give to their life partner, even if costs me my dignity and self-respect. I want to do whatever it takes to give you ultimate pleasure and comfort. I want to be the doormat under your feet. I am ready to be the toilet paper that you use to clean yourself. Please let me lose my identity. The fetish that I have is also dependent on you and I can't take care of it all by myself and without your involvement, it means nothing. If I want to eat sperms it's only from your pussy and not otherwise, anyone who ever he may be, has to good enough for you to be good enough for me and my fetish!" Shantanu was probably speaking his heart out but I was hearing what I wanted to hear, because I had developed this strong belief that he wanted to make me look complicit, so that the onus of the deviation in our relationship is not only on him.

"Shantanu, it's our life that we are dealing with, please don't damage yourself to please me, because I want you to be strong, whereas you are showing your weaknesses. I don't want to be the reason for you to experience degradation!!" I spoke truthfully, well almost truthfully because Vicky's involvement had changed me and my perspective, he was the one and only person, who could have made me indulge in extramarital sex. I don't know whether it was Shantanu's good luck or misfortune, that I had discovered and positively responded to, Vicky's sexual interest in me.

"Jyoti, though it is very-very difficult to explain, as far as I have understood myself, I love you and your happiness is of paramount importance to me, I want to be your slave with liberty for you to do what ever you wish, without any concern for consequences. I want to suffer degradation and humiliation at your hands, I want to live in fear where I feel threatened that you may leave me for someone else, and therefore I have to please you in every which way, even if it becomes insultingly unbearable for me. I love you and I want you to love what you are doing, it's important to me that what we do feels real!!" Shantanu gave me encouragement, which wasn't anymore required. I was already grappling with the truthfulness of my actions.

I all along believed that this was only a sexual game, which we would play only for a short period, and once we get bored of it, we would stop. However now I was unable to fight the ever growing love and lust that Vicky had pushed into me through his cock. His cock had been the key with which, he had unlocked and given entry to love and lust into the hidden and vacant rooms in my heart, which were proving to be too small. The sexual itch was making my cunt crazy!!

"Shantanu, do you understand the implications of what you are saying! Why do you want to lose your dignity and respect? Shantanu this way you will lose both your self-confidence and self-respect!" I warned Shantanu only to do my wifely duty, as I didn't anymore have honest intentions of stopping him. I would have protected him from himself earlier but now my self-interest was encouraging me to take full advantage of the situation.

"Jyoti, it doesn't work that way with me, this gives me an outlet and satisfies a deep need that I have, believe me that after you agreed to fuck Vicky for me, I am feeling more confident and happy. After seeing you free and satisfied, I feel relieved and sure that you can get whatever you want! When you have the freedom to enjoy yourself in front of me, you won't go behind my back!! It's such a pleasure to accept your worst, even if you have gone there because of me!" Shantanu offered his illogical explanation, with which he wanted to impress me.

I got goosebumps listening to Shantanu, it really made me feel as strong as a goddess. I was truly liberated or so I thought, not knowing that within the next few days I would cheat to get more, within this honest setup. Anyhow we will cross that bridge when we reach there.

"I am doing whatever you wanted but let me please remain sane, you are and were always crazy Shantanu, but now your madness has become infectious and is impacting me too. How can I love Vicky, when I love you?" The question should have been the other way around because, I was already feeling very strong love for Vicky and in that scenario, finding it difficult to love Shantanu like before, though I hadn't stopped loving him.

I was scared, actually very scared because I was unable to fight the extremely strong emotions which I was developing for Vicky. For the first time in life I had understood the true strength and importance of sex, I hadn't ever felt as desired as Vicky had made me feel. He had shifted my emphasis for getting to giving, and I now wanted to make Vicky very-very happy.

I had been a very private person all along, and never wanted anyone to think of me in a sluttish manner, my sexual behaviour was absolutely personal to me, I wasn't even willing to open up to Shantanu regarding my dark sexual desires. Exhibitionism was something that I didn't even know about but Vicky had changed it all, for me. I didn't just want to bare my body but also my soul to Vicky. Things that had been unthinkable and dirty, I wanted to explore them also, with Vicky. I knew very well that I hadn't got into 'Cuckolding' because of Shantanu, I had done it to have sex with Vicky.

Shantanu also probably wanted the same, I mean that he also wanted to make me feel happy but somehow I couldn't see him beyond his selfish need. At some level I hadn't accepted and adapted to the fact that my husband didn't want sexual exclusivity over me, especially when he considered me exceedingly beautiful and sexy. I loved my husband Shantanu and therefore wouldn't have shared him with anybody else, then how was he ready to give me away, for a few drops of another man's sperm?

"Why Jyoti, he is our family now and didn't you already love him? I very well know my limitations baby, and I am fully aware that I don't have his capabilities in the bed, the orgasm that you had while fucking him was our distinct dream earlier, just think of the pleasure and satisfaction that he would provide you even in future, which I can never give it to you!" Shantanu had already sold the idea of sex with Vicky to me, but continued to advertise it, so that his business of 'Cockilding' continues to flourish.

The important thing for me was that I was already 'more than addicted' to the wonderful sex that Vicky had gifted me with, and to that extent no further glorification of Vicky's sexual prowesses was required, but Shantanu's instigation was fueling my fire and making me act, pricy and pious, something that I had ceased to be.

"Shantanu, you're right but my love for him is much different, or should I say, was different, as it didn't have even an iota of lust in it, mine was sort of motherly love in its purest form, that I had for him!" Shantanu wanted to feel threatened and I was nothing short of threatening him, but if he was scared, it wasn't about losing me, rather he was scared because he didn't want me to come back into the zone of sexual exclusivity with him. I didn't know whether or not he enjoyed fucking me as much, as he enjoyed watching me get fucked by another man.

It was also astonishing that till date Shantanu hadn't discussed with me the risk of my getting pregnant. Shantanu wanted to be cuckolded and served with 'Cream-Pies' too, and it was therefore imperative that my lover or fucker, whoever he may be, shoots his cum inside my pussy, after fucking me, the onus of protecting myself from pregnancy was entirely on me. I was also aware that unlike me Shantanu was indifferent to the source of the 'cum' coming out of my pussy and flowing into his mouth, for him just any man would have been okay, so far as the cum, hadn't originally come out of his testicles.

I wasn't about to do it at any cost whatsoever, but I couldn't avoid fantasising about having a baby with Vicky, who had already filled my cunt to the brink, with his cum on three occasions and I intended to continue enjoying this ultimate intimacy forever. The thrill of the risk of allowing Vicky to shoot his jizz inside me was nothing less than the thrill that a 'paratrooper' or a 'bungee jumper' gets out of their jump.