My Life As A Cuckolds Wife Ch 05

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Chapter - 5

The immense hidden power of my own panty had transformed my life, and after absorbing the momentary initial shock, I hadn't just taken Vicky's fetish and kinky use of my soiled panties for his masturbatory pleasure, in my stride but had even secretly started promoting and enjoying such perversity. After having discovered his lust for me, I had made my decision, and wanted to go ahead and actually seduce Vicky, but didn't have the courage to implement my plans.

I had been dropping all possible hints and providing more than required encouragement but despite the ongoing use of my panties by Vicky on an everyday basis, he hadn't offered any positive signals to me. I was so hesitant that while trying to expose my willingness, I was often taking two steps backwards after taking one step forward.

Shantanu, had been intermittently feasting on Vicky's cum from my stolen back panties but wasn't satisfied with them, he wanted to enjoy the cum directly from my fucked up pussy. I too was going crazy imagining and fantasising the passionate sex with Vicky, I wanted Vicky to fuck me like I had never been fucked before. The only thing holding me back from actually committing to Vicky for sex was the fear of his worthiness in bed. I wasn't ready to sacrifice the existing relationship unless I was sure of Vicky's capabilities to satisfy me in the bed. The time that Vicky had been spending with my dirty panties, and the quantity of cum shot into them, were as such proof enough and yet I wanted something more.

My over cautious approach was making Shantanu impatient, he was highly frustrated with it. Shantanu had no problem with Vicky's love for my dirty panties, he was rather happy with it, he just wanted Vicky and me to quickly reach the next level of sexual intimacy and get going with fucking each other.

Shantanu neither had any health and hygiene issues, nor was he concerned about Vicky's intrusion into my privacy. He rather felt proud that his wife's panties were being used and enjoyed by our servant to satisfy his lust. What should have been a matter of grave concern, was being enjoyed and celebrated openly by Shantanu and while I too was secretly enjoying Vicky's perversities. The erotic visuals that my fantasies were creating were maddening, I loved imagining as to how would Vicky and I finally get together to fuck, how would he take off my clothes? How would he play with my naked body? How would he enter his cock into my pussy? How passionate would his fucking be? How would he react and shoot his cream inside my cunt, when I ask him to cum inside me? These and various other crazy questions were filling my mind and making me more and more hungry for the awaited sex between Vicky and me.

No one else knew it but I too had become like Shantanu, as when alone, I had stopped caring for my dignity and I too was secretly feasting on Vicky's cum, shot into my panties. It felt wonderful to surrender myself to accept and honour Vicky the way I hadn't even done with my loving husband Shantanu. I didn't know whether or not, Vicky would see me actually indulging in those depravities in real life, but in my dreams, I had become his slave, who was ready to please her master in every which way, that he desired. I wanted my love Vicky to use me for his pleasure as best as he could. Nothing seemed off-limits when it came to pleasing Vicky.

I was enjoying the importance and attention that I was getting from both Vicky and Shantanu. It appeared to be worth the wait as Shantanu was willing to do anything to please me and to get me to actually let Vicky fuck me. Despite everything it was extremely confusing to see that Shantanu who was so proud of my sexy body and beauty, wanted someone else to enjoy it more than him.

While I immersed myself in these degrading erotic thoughts, while enjoying them, Shantanu wanted some real action better than eating my prospective lover's cum from my panties.

"Jyoti my love, everyone in this house, including me, the only guy who should have a problem with it, wants Vicky and you to make love, and now that you have agreed to do it, why is Vicky still draining his cum into your panties at least thrice, everyday??!!" Shantanu was irritated because he felt that Vicky was unnecessarily wasting his precious cum, he was so obsessed with Vicky fucking me that he considered licking Vicky's cum out of my pussy as his right. He was also irritated with me for wasting so much time.

I myself didn't believe what I was about to say but yet, in order to both convince Shantanu that I loved only him and probably also to make him feel guilty for his desires I told him, "First of all! I am not going to make love with Vicky, I only make love with you, because I only love you, I can't deny that I love Vicky too, but that's different or should I say, was different until recently. Second of all, it's not as easy as you are making it to be, Shantanu, our dreams don't define us, it's only our actions which become known. Please understand the dilemma that I am, and probably Vicky too is facing I unfortunately can't shed my shame suddenly, if you recollect, even we took a lot of time to come close physically, despite the fact that we were at that time, not committed to anyone, now I am a married lady!"

"Sweetheart, when you share your dreams, they too come at par with your actions. In this case we have already made a promise to go ahead and embrace this fun to make our relationships more loving, open and intense, so why wait indefinitely, let the party begin!!" Shantanu's words reflected his care-free thought process and his keenness for surrendering.

"Shantanu, it's not as easy as you are making it to be, I have given my everything to the involved relationships, and I just want to ensure that as and when they undergo a change, it happens smoothly. I am doing whatever I can but I can't deny that there is both, fear and shame in my mind. I can wait forever to start the sexual relationship with Vicky but I will not do anything that will damage my relationship with Vicky or spoil my impression on him!!" I said almost in an agitated tone.

"Relax Jyoti, you are taking tension without a cause, we all, including Vicky want it, then why should we go through this agonising torture, especially when I, your own husband approves and want you to do it?" Shantanu's impatience was at it's peak and he didn't want Vicky to anymore waste his cum, Shantanu wanted Vicky's cum to be released only into my cunt, where it would simmer and turn into Shantanu's tasty treat.

This situation was bound to occur and somewhere I too was at fault, the seed of Shantanu's impatience had been sown by me only! I could have waited some more before announcing Vicky's deed to Shantanu. I had given him hope and now Shantanu wanted to encash the cheque that I had already written in his name. He wanted to open his account as soon as possible so that the gold credits of Vicky's cum could be deposited in my pussy, and withdrawn by Shantanu.

I was ready and yet not there! I had fully digested and approved Vicky's wrongdoings but I didn't want him to think that I had become a loose charactered whore, who was ready to seduce the young boy whom she had considered to be her son.

Time had enrolled me for the toughest test of my life, I had wanted a sane and simple life but on the contrary was out to embrace the complex and outrageous. I was now working to achieve some objectives which till two months ago I would have considered unimaginable. I was out to destroy something that I had created and crafted with so much love, dedication and efforts, yes my respectful, cute & pure relationship with Vicky.

That relationship had such warmth, which I dearly cherished as its dependability made me feel cosy and comfortable. Prior to getting to know about the fetish driven fascination which Vicky had developed for my panties, I had considered my relationship with him almost sacred. Even after getting to know about Vicky's desires for my panties and me, I only felt the change in our relationship, in solitude, when we were together, it was the same as before. I think both of us had successfully compartmentalised our relationship, the surface of which was silent though there was a storm brewing inside.

Shantanu had been so highly obsessed with his fetish for eating cream-pies from my pussy that he wasn't able to see beyond cream-pies and for the longest had therefore been begging me to establish a sexual bond outside our marriage and on my part I had been rejecting those requests vehemently because despite my best efforts I couldn't accept the thought of exposing my body and desires to another man.

I couldn't bring myself to agree to Shantanu's proposal because there was no possibility of me giving myself to someone, that I didn't love.

Vicky's entry on the stage of the sexual drama had changed the whole scene and now I was more than tempted to take that offer and perform the bedroom scene for which writing the script and dialogues was my responsibility after the broad storyline had been told to me. I had given up on my aversion and was unable to wait anymore for getting in bed with Vicky. My pussy wanted Vicky to be its guest who would give it social visits with regular frequency.

I have not hidden the fact that even at this juncture where I am anxiously awaiting my sexual union with Vicky, I had already crossed the lines for Vicky which I hadn't crossed, even for my husband Shantanu. Shantanu's cum never had the honour and privilege of even coming near my face so far, let alone the thought of touching my lips but Vicky's cum has already been everywhere, all the places to which Shantanu wasn't given access, my lips, my pussy, my boobs and nipples and even inside my mouth. I had even started liking the taste of Vicky's cum but I like it only because it comes from Vicky, I wouldn't do this to anyone else, including Shantanu.

Both Vicky and I secretly loved each other, we were now desperate for sex but were also scared to express. I was being constantly encouraged and instigated to shamelessly ask Vicky to fuck me until he had shot his baby-making jism inside me. Shantanu was far more desperate than either Vicky or me, if it was upto him, he would have himself taken off my clothes in front of Vicky and requested him on my behalf to sleep with me. Shantanu was also deliberately creating situations where I had the opportunity to seduce Vicky. He was trying to convey to Vicky that I was a horny and willing girl, with whom Vicky clearly had a chance, if he tried. Had it not been for my resistance to Shantanu's actions, he would have exposed my naked body to Vicky at the first opportunity.

All this is very strange because I had never considered Vicky to be a candidate for fucking me, while I was thinking about Shantanu's repeated requests for his cuckolding. Vicky wasn't a possibility then, he was there right in front of our eyes and yet for this purpose he was invisible. Then came that moment of discovery, which doubtfully enlightened me about Vicky's sexuality and my place in it, that moment was the most transformative moment of my life, in that moment I made Shantanu the media for fulfilment of Vicky's sexual dreams of me. I know it should have been the other way around and if I had to accept Vicky sexually I should have done that for the benefit of my husband Shantanu but I can't deny that it was the opposite, without even consciously knowing it, I wanted to please Vicky. In an instant I transformed my own thoughts and created an acceptance around Vicky's sexual fantasies and actions, which I thought revolves around me, without knowing it with conformity.

I had used my knowledge very tactfully and made multiple seduction plans for Vicky, none of which had succeeded so far because I lacked courage or more precisely the shamelessness required for implementation, I wanted best of both worlds, knowing well that it was impossible. My cunt and brain were going in opposite directions and has stretched me so much that I was feeling torn apart, I needed to prevent that from happening and therefore had to choose the option that I would stay with going forward.

I was very well aware that eventually I would give into the demands of my pussy because it was crying out so loud and drowning me in its juicy tears, which were getting deposited in my panties on a daily basis to reach the lover, for whom these flowing out like a flood. Vicky was fearfully enjoying the feast without knowing that it was cooked only for his consumption, and if he showed the courage, which I couldn't, then he could enjoy the tastier delicacies that my body wanted to offer to him.

We were both probably going through lustful agony for each other but his agony had got added to my agony because of my knowledge of his desire for me. He didn't think that his fantasies possessed the strength to become possibilities and therefore wasn't making any efforts for attainment, whereas I was preparing myself to jump across the barrier of pure love and friendship without benefits.

Well let me also not forget the third dimension of this yet to be established relationship, Shantanu who had ignited the spark which was now threatening to become a full scale fire. He was eagerly awaiting the fucking of his wife, which he wouldn't do himself as it was his heart's greatest desire to see me, his wife being fucked by another man, the man who wasn't faceless anymore. The boy turned man who had suddenly filled up that blank and passed with full marks. Unknown to any of us but if there was another man, other than Shantanu, it was only and only Vicky.

Shantanu was at an office party that night and was to come home late. I was just lazing around at home but couldn't find anything to watch on the TV. I was also feeling a bit tired, after telling Vicky that I was retiring for the day I initially went to my room.

Since I was suddenly feeling lazy and sleepy, I didn't even bother to change my clothes and just got into the bed. However I lost my sleep completely when I heard the sound of doors opening and closing downstairs. I waited a minute or two and then tiptoed downstairs, as expected my invitational ultra sexy and flimsy red panty that I had put into the laundry basket was missing, my heart literally skipped a beat. I wanted to barge into Vicky's room right away and jump into the bed with him but couldn't gather the needed courage and instead headed to my room.

I was now fully awake and alert, upon reaching my room I took my clothes off and when I saw myself nude in the mirror the image of a sexy lady that I saw made me and my pussy excited. My mind started drawing images of Vicky pleasuring himself with my sodden panty filled with fresh supply of my cunt juice, which I had produced for him with extra fingering efforts and the thoughts Vicky loving me through my panty made me wild.

I inserted my fingers into my pussy and imagined myself in bed with Vicky, receiving a wonderful fucking. It felt kinky to be simultaneously indulging in fantasising of fucking each other, as I knew that precisely at this time Vicky was also thinking of fucking me, as he masturbated, I wondered if he had already shot his jizz into my red panty, which I had left for him in the laundry basket. I wanted to enjoy Vicky's cum as fresh as possible and tonight I was willing to take any risk to get that cum. The pot of my patience had filled up to the brink, my mind was working to cause some provocation to let Vicky know that I knew about, and supported his lust for me. These provocative thoughts had turned me into a bitch-in-heat.

My sexual energy needed a release so I opened up the drawer in which I had kept all my panties loaded with Vicky's cum and started playing with them. I smelled kissed and licked those panties before rubbing them all over my face and body, tickling my nipples with them and even teased my clitty with those cum laced crusty panties. My lips and pussy-lips were both thirsty and wanted to quench that thirst with Vicky's cum, which was unnecessarily getting wasted into my panties. I wanted Vicky to properly read the book, that my pussy had become, and not just focus on its cover - my panties.

Vicky was still in his room and while I was aware that most probably at that time he was enjoying himself with my red coloured panty that I had taken off that day I wanted to somehow see his act of self-pleasuring and unbelievably I started talking to him. "You like my juicy panties only babu, why kiss my panties baby when I am ready to give you my fresh juices directly from my crazy pussy!"

It was becoming crazy and unbearable as we were alone in the house at this time and if I was bold enough and had shown courage, fucking was a distinct possibility.

I continued to finger-fuck my needy pussy, as I imagined Vicky sucking and licking my juices from my panty that he had with him, I too wanted to return the favour, and wished that he finishes his self-gratification soon, so that I can have my fill from the panty used by Vicky.

I was so sex-starved that without even realising I withdrew my fingers from my juicy pussy and inserted them into my mouth, licking and sucking them like crazy, this was also a first for me as never before I had tasted myself. Suddenly I wondered, had I become like Shantanu, who also wanted to eat his own cum. I almost laughed aloud when I realised that actually both Shantanu and I, didn't want to taste our own cum, we rather were thirsty for Vicky's cum.

While I waited I too decided to enhance the fun that I was having, I wanted to be naughty and made myself a strong drink, I also selected previous day's panty from my collection and opened-up, the used panty from its crumpled state and wore it back on. It felt great to feel Vicky's cum so close to my pussy. I rubbed myself until I climaxed and just as I came into those panties I realised that probably by now another fresh panty was waiting for me in the laundry basket.

I had been suppressing my desires since the discovery and understanding of Vicky's desire for me. Further, I was also irritated and frustrated with Shantanu's dismal performance in the bed off late and after finding the solution so close, was ready to give into Shantanu's cream-pie requests.

If I had to fuck outside my marriage, there couldn't be a better alternate to Vicky and now I was looking to remove the last obstacles that stood between Vicky and me. I needed to allow transformation of the respect and affection that existed between us into lust and passion, we needed to expose the sexual desires that had developed between us, but that wasn't easy for either of us. I couldn't expect Vicky to make the first move ever, he had already done the best that he could have done.

I already knew Vicky's sexual thoughts or at least their direction and to a large extent I too had aligned my own thoughts with them. For the past few weeks, it was only Vicky who had been fucking me without actually fucking me, in my thoughts I only saw Vicky fucking me now, I saw Vicky having sex with me even when it was actually Shantanu, sucking and fucking me.

I had been thinking too-too much but now needed to act on my thoughts, my shame and self-respect was holding me back and I needed to shed them as their heaviness was weighing me down and preventing me from deriving the pleasure that I so badly needed now.