My Life As A Cuckolds Wife Ch 06

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Chapter - 6

Next morning as I fearfully came down, I could clearly hear my thumping heartbeat. I was feeling extremely nervous and didn't know as to how Vicky and I would face each other. However by now my lust had become bigger than my fear and therefore I was ready to take the plunge.

I noticed that Vicky hadn't come out of his room as yet, taking advantage of the situation, the first thing I did was to check the laundry basket for the historic red panty, but it wasn't there even now, it was a clear indication that after being caught with it, Vicky hadn't been able to gather courage to keep the cum laced panty back, as he suspected that my laying hands on the panty filled with his cum would become a cause of greater embarrassment, and therefore he had considered it better to keep the panty with him, until it had been washed and cleaned of his cum, that he had shot into it, in my very presence.

I was trying to compose my thoughts but couldn't do so because I wasn't at peace. I was by now sure that it was inevitable that I too let Vicky know of my reciprocal sexual interest in him, just as I knew about him and had no problem with it. Status-quo wasn't a possibility now, it had to be one side or the other. In my mind I had absolute clarity that Vicky wasn't going anywhere, under any circumstances.

Making the decision hadn't been as difficult as was committing to the choice which I had to do now. Well actually there wasn't even a choice, as it was all about conveying my unavoidable acceptance for the forbidden love.

Even after knowing for sure that in order to maintain positivity I would have to sexually indulge with Vicky, I still wanted to have a twin faced relationship, where he would be my son during the day, and lover during the night. I wasn't actually bothered about the rest of the world, including Shantanu, I just wanted to have these two separate and yet conjoined relationships with Vicky, one that my heart wanted and the other that my cunt was now desperate for.

I had come down with an open mind and wanted to give positive vibes and smiles to Vicky, but he wasn't around to receive them. I was expecting Vicky to be ready to face the music, which I had full intentions of keeping melodious, but Vicky seemed to be avoiding me.

This hurt and angered me a little, I should have been mature but my thoughts had turned kiddish, if not egoistic. I was losing my balance and in that process getting impatient and frustrated with myself for being so reckless last night. I could and should, have handled the situation much better.

I felt that I had been selfish last night because before fleeing from the erotic situation, I could have given Vicky some positive indications, even a naughty smile would have conveyed to Vicky that he needn't worry because we had loving and fun-filled days ahead.

I had made Vicky suffer unnecessarily throughout the night, and was now feeling guilty about it, I wanted to comfort Vicky by telling him that I was open to his transformed love together with the sexual attraction that it embodied.

I was finally ready to actually commit myself to the change which would initiate new and unconventional relationships between the three of us, only because these were to take shape in my comfort zone of my love.

I knew that the acceptance that I wanted to convey to Vicky would shatter my image in Vicky's eyes as well as my self-image of a faithful and devoted wife but I knew that I couldn't anymore cling to that 'Sati-Savitri' image because I had agreed to be 'Draupadi', though only among two and not five men. My cunt which had been happy with husband Shantanu's cock, now wanted more.

I was indeed ready and hungry for the elevated sexual intimacy and fun with both Shantanu and even more so with Vicky, and yet I wasn't feeling as if I was about to indulge in something immoral because my love for both Shantanu and Vicky was true. I had ceased to see any immorality in the adulterous sex that I was keen to indulge in, because I had convinced myself that our love was entitled to break the societal barrier and conventions.

By now I knew that my future twosomes with Vicky and Shantanu would eventually lead to threesomes but whatever it was to be, I was ready and excited for the experiment. The sexual permissiveness that I was preparing myself for, seemed perfectly proper.

I waited for Vicky to come to the kitchen for preparing the customary morning tea, as Vicky used to invariably come out of his room by 7 a.m. in the morning, but that day when he did not come out of his room even after 8 a.m. feeling both concerned and irritated I reluctantly went to his room.

Vicky was lying face down and didn't react to my entry despite the noise that I made in order to make my presence known to him. His behaviour was an acknowledgment of his guilt but to me it appeared as if he was throwing tantrums, I was expecting such maturity from him, which probably I myself didn't possess. I should have shown sympathy and understanding towards Vicky at this time, but I rather felt irritated.

To my mind, Vicky was making things apparent with his behaviour, whereas I wanted him to ensure that whatever had happened remained only between us. Shantanu getting to know about last night was certainly not a matter of concern and yet I purposelessly wanted to avoid any questioning by Shantanu regarding Vicky's abnormal behaviour. I wanted to protect Vicky because we shared a special bond of friendship in which even Shantanu was an outsider and I wanted it to remain that way.

I wanted Vicky to at least acknowledge my presence in the room but he was acting ignorant. I was ready to give attention and more but also needed some attention for myself. Vicky's attitude was putting me in doubt because I had come to him, prepared to make an even bigger commitment than the one that I had made to Shantanu in our marriage and therefore was expecting a warm welcome.

The drastic step was to be a life changing event and I wanted to take this 'leap of faith' with full confidence. Vicky's actions were however denying me the positivity that I was looking for. However digesting the behaviour which seemed insulting, I acted normally and asked, "What happened Vicky, are you okay?"

Vicky didn't reply but just nodded a 'Yes' in reply to my question.

I had expected Vicky to be as normal as I was being with him, but when he didn't offer a proper reply I got irritated and in a frustrated tone blurted out,"Then what is this fuss about?"

Vicky was shocked with my reaction, he however absorbed the shock quickly and looked up at me with a surprise. He was clearly at a loss of words as would anybody else be, I could talk as I did, clearly because I had the upper hand in this situation.

"Don't you think that you are acting funny? Don't create a scene unless you want Shantanu to start asking questions!" I warned him.

"I am very sorry, Bhabhi" Vicky pleaded without looking up into my eyes.

"There's nothing to be sorry about, we will talk once Shantanu leaves for office, can you at least be normal until then?" I said sternly!

My words must have given Vicky a lot of relief, I don't know if they gave him hope too. I had done my best to give a clear indication to Vicky that he shouldn't fear the worst.

Vicky just nodded a 'Yes'.

"Get up and make tea then!" I said in an unprecedented and rude tone.

There was no reason for me to be talking the way that I was, the confusion and complexity that I was creating with my words was totally unnecessary. Vicky was already in tension, his guilt was no different or more than my own guilt, and yet I was acting bitchy and trying to make him feel guilty for what I had seen him doing, last night.

Last night the situation had suddenly gone out of my hand, party because I was in an inebriated state and partly because I had been thinking with my greedy pussy. I had no regrets because the incident was rather a blessing in disguise, because it had created an obligation amongst Vicky and me to talk about the matter. I had both desired and avoided the initiation of sex between us, for the longest and this sudden push was certainly required.

I left Vicky's room and came to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Shantanu. Vicky joined me in the kitchen after a minute or so but he couldn't look into my eyes as he was extremely embarrassed.

Shantanu was still in the bathroom and as a tactical move, I asked Vicky to get some eggs from the market. Vicky for the first time ever was a little reluctant to obey and to go to the market as he probably understood my intentions and was therefore apprehensive of something being exposed in his absence, however I gave him no choice and he had to go.

Soon as Vicky left for the market, I went to his room and searched for my red panty, it didn't take much effort as I found it hidden behind his clothes in his closet. The panty was still very wet as probably the cum that Vicky had shot into it in my very presence had turned into watery liquid, but astonishingly and in addition, there certainly was another load of his jizz in the panty, which was relatively fresh. It was quite evident that my panty had been used by Vicky at least twice that night. I smiled with the realisation that despite the fear of exposure, Vicky hadn't been able to avoid my thoughts and in order to relieve himself of his tension, had resorted to the use of my panty once again.

I was as ready to face the situation now, as I ever could be. I wanted to take it headon and therefore without a second thought, and despite knowing that I was causing a provocation, I stole my panty back and walked out of the room. I could have simply dropped the panty into the laundry basket but instead, after briefly loving the cum in the panty with my lips and tongue, I kept it in my cupboard that only I had access to. This panty was to be the queen among the collection of my panties, laced with Vicky's cum.

I knew that this action of mine would embarrass Vicky further because this panty in its present condition was a clear indication of my knowledge of me being the queen of Vicky's masturbatory fantasies. This was a strategic move on my part and I wanted Vicky to clearly understand & acknowledge that I hadn't just seen him masturbating, but I also knew that his masturbatory fantasies revolved around me.

I was desperate for sex with Vicky but wanted to hide my desperation behind Vicky's lust, so that I was seen as the kind, considerate and such a caring women, who was willing to make a huge sacrifice for love.

I really don't know as to what I was thinking, but for sure, I was acting like a 'bitch'. Don't know why, but I wanted an upper hand in this situation!

Even if I didn't want to show my acceptance, I didn't need to show my rejection, but my weird actions and words were conveying just that without actually intending to do so.

The beauty and sexuality of my voluptuous body was playing in my head and I wanted Vicky to beg me for sex before giving it to him. I was being a snobbish cunt, who was ready to play with the emotions of the people, she loved the most. The emotional cost was the price that the 'whore' in me, wanted to charge Vicky for sex. Undoubtedly, I myself was also desperate for sex with Vicky, but I didn't want to show my desperation to him.

After coming back from the market Vicky appeared tense and anxious, he made an excuse to go to his room and came back looking totally shocked and perplexed. He wanted to talk to me but I didn't give him the opportunity.

For the first time I decided to tease him a little and while he waited to talk to me I called up Sandhya, my friend and continued talking to her purposelessly. I used the words like red and fresh etc. on multiple occasions in our conversation. These words were clearly indicative of my knowledge. I didn't look in Vicky's direction as that would have given him the leeway and become bold but my tone said it all. It also told him that he would have to wait.

I was somehow enjoying the moment very much. My panties filed with Vicky's jizz were not new to me as I already had a fabulous collection of them but for the first time I was in possession of my panty loaded with Vicky's cum with his knowledge. I was keeping him at bay intentionally, Shantanu wasn't around at this time, and had I intended, we had the privacy to talk, I was probably getting sadistic pleasure out of Vicky's miserable wait.

I was crazily horny at this time and was even now wearing the black panty from last night, the one which had Vicky's dried cum stains on it, it had been dry when I had worn it but had now become very wet with the fresh secretions from my pussy, which were leaking out in plenty continuously. I was now mad with lust and wanted to appear in front of Vicky clad in just the wet and cum drenched red panty, which was equally wet but with Vicky's cum.

This day I knew was a big day of Vicky's and my life. It had come to transform our relationship and I wanted to enjoy that transformation. I needed to convey my acceptance to Vicky to comfort him and wanted to do so very much, but my pride was fucking-up my love for him and making me rude with him.

Last night could have been different had Shantanu not arrived earlier than expected to spoil the party, further my inebriated state would also have helped but today we had to begin from the beginning.

Vicky, who had been waiting for Shantanu to leave came to me and sat on the floor on his knees, he folded his hands and without looking at me said. "Bhabhi, thank you for not punishing me but can you also forgive me please!"

This was a make or break moment and yet momentarily I maintained my composure and said in a stren voice. "What are you talking about, Vicky?"

"Bhabhi, I am truly sorry and I promise you that I will not repeat my mistake again, so can you please forgive me?" Vicky begged as he became teary eyed.

"Vicky you are now an adult and free to do whatever you want, who am I to stop you from anything?" I replied in an indifferent tone.

"You know Bhabhi, I only have you and no one else and then also I committed this absolute blunder, you can scold me, slap me, beat me or punish me as you like but please don't say that you don't have a right over me!!" Tears rolled out of Vicky's eyes as he pleaded.

I wanted to myself sit down and take Vicky in my embrace, before locking my lips on his lips for the most passionate kiss ever. I was equally tempted to hold and expose the bulge which Vicky's cock was making in his pants, even in this tense situation, but for some reason held back.

I wanted to do one thing but I was doing the other, I cannot say that I was trying to do the right thing and doing the wrong one or the other way around because the distinction between right and wrong had already been lost. At the moment probably the right seemed wrong and wrong the right. I was at this moment utterly confused and probably scared too, it was an extremely delicate phase for our relationships and the changes to which we had already committed, would be irreversible, what I was about to do couldn't be undone.

Undoubtedly the sex was going to infuse new excitement in our lives but the price to pay for that enjoyment was not going to be small. I have never been more scared of myself, because I just couldn't control my own behaviour which had become totally unpredictable.

Where I should have shown acceptance I was giving an impression of rejection, somewhere the authority that I had over Vicky was also coming in the way of the transformation of our relationship. My attitude was going against my desire and had also scared Vicky to the hilt. I wanted to do away with the mistress-servant aspect of our relationship but to break that mental barrier and to surrender to him was not that easy for me. Appears that I wanted to have the cake and eat it too.

Till that day, Shantanu had been my only sex-partner who, not only expected, but begged me to play the dominant role. He loved being treated like a submissive, and more particularly a sex slave. By now I knew that he was a true cuckold and while he did not have any interest in other women he wanted me to find a man who would fuck me and fill my pussy with his cum so that Shantanu could fulfil his obsession of eating cream pies out of my pussy.

I had resisted his demands and requests for more than a year but he had continued pursuing and begging me to find a sex partner for myself. What had been impossible for me to do, became desirable the very day, I discovered Vicky's use of my dirty panties for quenching his thirst of lust. Unknown even to me, but Vicky was the remotest possibility among all the impossibilities, it was his interest and desire for sex with me, that made it known to me that from inside I too was a lusty nymphomaniac. I took almost no time in developing reciprocal sexual feelings for him.

All in all Shantanu had spoiled me by giving such royal treatment, where I was used to getting without giving anything in return, I had become used to Shantanu's submissive behaviour in bed.

I probably expected the same from Vicky also. I was torn between what I was used to and what I wanted. While initiating the physical relationship I wanted to play a dominant role but what was also true, was the fact that I also had a submissive streak in me and wanted to submit to Vicky, I too wanted to go through the experience which Shantanu enjoyed so much, and to that extent I had been secretly licking Vicky's cum from my own panties.

I was absolutely on the brink of having sexual relationship with Vicky, something that I had been preparing myself for past many weeks, but now my own rigidity was spoiling my prospects and I realised that I needed to calm down and compose my thoughts together.

I myself can't say why was I still playing hard to get, despite not just being ready but also impatient to receive Vicky's hard cock in my awaiting pussy.

Just when I considered relenting, and becoming soft with Vicky, things took a turn. As luck would have it and just as he had barged in and made an untimely entry, the previous evening, Shantanu came back to spoil or at least delay our prospects and requested Vicky to accompany him to his office that day as he needed some help and could depend on Vicky for that matter.

Shantanu also told me that something urgent relating to his business has come up and therefore he would be taking a night flight for a business trip and that he would come back the next day evening.

Despite extreme mental stress, I was now as ready for Vicky, as I could ever have been and yet I felt a sense of relief when Shantanu asked Vicky to accompany him.

After the previous night's revelation, I was by now determined to seduce and sleep with Vicky that very day but I needed a little more preparation for shedding the authority and shame that was left in me.

Bodily I was fully ready for Vicky but I wanted to be at my very best for him, his going away gave me the opportunity to beautify my body to enhance it's sexuality, the happenings of the last evening had been very abrupt and despite being more than ready I wanted to be perfect for Vicky.

Shantanu just gave me that breather.

I noticed that Vicky was very uncomfortable that day, he was desperate to talk to me in absolute privacy, his condition was like that of a patient, waiting for the final diagnosis of some suspected serious illness, he wanted to face the outcome as early as possible, irrespective of the consequences. it wasn't the first time that Shantanu had asked for his help, but that day Vicky didn't want to leave the scene of the crime.