Story continued due to the encouragement I have been receiving over several years. I would encourage fellow readers to try alternative, parallel development of this story on their own if the beauty and beast subject excites them.
The story contains very strong elements of humiliation, and cuckolding. Please stop if this offends you. You have been warned.
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The second day was pretty eventful. Manisha formally introduced Kishanchanji to our sexual lives. There was little hidden between the three of us now. We three had seen each other naked and also in the act of making love; or as Kishanchanji would have put it - in the act of having sex. Manisha vibrant as she was the previous evening and repeated her morning routine. They both stepped out for their morning breakfast, leaving me to take care of Tushar.
Most of the morning they were by themselves, enjoying their honeymoon. Manisha met me briefly around lunch time, when I asked her to meet me alone so we could talk. With Kishanchanji around, we had no privacy and couldn't share our concerns or excitement. We decided to meet later that afternoon. She didn't want us to be seen together on the ship as she was Kishanchanji's wife during that period.
She met me soon after the afternoon interlude with her new husband. The usual routine of me eating her freshly fucked pussy ensued. When I tried to mount her later, she resisted. She pushed me back when I tried to ignore her attempts to stop me. She held my face firmly and said, "Honey, you should not betray Kishanchanji's trust in us?"
"He let us be together knowing that you wont take advantage of it."
"You are taking this too seriously," I retorted.
"Yes, I am," she shot back.
"If it wasn't for my conscious efforts," she seethed, "Kishanchanji would have already fathered Tushar."
"What are you talking about?"
"Yes, he may very well had taken my virginity, had I not been slick."
I shook my head. All of this was a shock. I knew that he tried his luck but didn't realize that there was much more to it.
"Honey," she said in a concerned tone, "Kishanchanji has manhandled your wife much earlier than you think."
"if it weren't for myself and his daughter Mamta, you would have been cuckolded long ago."
"Perhaps within the first few months of our marriage."
"Then what was the talk about not pursuing you hard enough?" I blurted.
She smirked.
"Kishanchanji is quite often right about you."
"What?"
"You are an imbecile," she uttered in frustration.
"Honey I need to understand what is going on?"
"No," she retorted, "you just need to have faith in our relationship."
"But I need to get some idea about what is going on?"
"No," she retorted.
"You need to have faith in your wife."
"But," I interrupted.
"No buts."
"Your days of negotiating with your wife and others are over," she said curtly.
"You ought to accept that your wife is the property of Kishanchanji and Amirchanji."
"And there isn't much you can do about it," she said and added, "not now."
"What do you mean?"
"Henceforth, it would be Kishanchanji's will in the bedroom and perhaps Amirchanji's."
"Yours would be a distant third."
"Honey aren't you stretching a little too far?"
"Not really - unless you have forgotten what we have been through in the past couple of days," she said, looking straight into my eyes.
"Why are you insisting on some of the despicable things that until recently I couldn't even imagine?"
"For the very same reason you would want your young and beautiful wife fucked by an ugly, fat, old bastard!"
She said it emphatically but there was a chuckle that she couldn't contain. I stole a smile as well.
"Seriously, why?" I pushed her.
"Look it is complicated," she started.
"No one can understand what has been transpiring under our roof - the sane people may not even believe it."
"Yet this is the reality."
"You have certain perversions that you wanted us to enact and we did it."
"Similarly, I have some that we are enacting."
"But Manisha, some of the stuff is not something that I can withstand," I countered.
"Yet you endured most of it last night," she retorted.
"It is difficult," she said, "no doubt but we can endure it if we get something in return that gives us a lot of satisfaction."
"What satisfaction?"
"You are incorrigible," she said teasingly.
"You want to hear it," she said, "don't you?"
"It's like verbal foreplay for you!"
The little bit of anger that had built up in us had dissipated and we were warming up once again. Fortunately, Manisha and I never had any kind of major disagreements and as I had mentioned several times previously, it was difficult for me to change her mind once she had decided on something important that was important for her. Similarly, there were a few things were Manisha would give me more than my share of choice.
She kissed me again in an attempt to make out with me again. We were half-naked and rolled in the bed again. Unlike a few minutes ago, where her attention was mostly focused on her pleasure, this time, she focused on my pleasure and made out with me the way she would do on those aggressive nights. She pushed her hand inside into my trousers that was never done during our earlier interlude. However, this time around, she flayed upon the button in a flash and groped my my flaccid penis. And then she kissed me. There was something sublime about her kissing. We always loved kissing and kissed quite often but something had changed in her demeanor towards it, ever since Kishanchanji entered our lives.
While I found her to show a strange fervor for kissing with Kishanchanji and had witnessed her in action several times. A few times without her knowledge, so knew that she really loved kissing him. She had also admitted that although she had a revulsion for him and couldn't comprehend kissing him ever, she never let any opportunity slip by once she embraced him fully. Looking back the statistics of the kisses she had in a regular day simply stump us. During the period of our marriage without Kishanchanji, we would kiss about two or three times in a day in a non sexual manner. And the kissing in sexual manner would mostly happen in the bedroom and even then it was restricted to the foreplay activities. I would still think that we kissed far more than an average Indian couple during the first few years of marriage. Apart from our tremendous physical attraction for each other, we also took good care of our bodies, which meant having a bath before heading to bed on most evenings. This also was accompanied by our clinical breaths that turned both of us off. We never spoke about it explicitly but knew that the kisses during those sessions were not as deep nor as long.
Although, we both showed an aversion for unhygienic conditions, we rarely let each other know about it explicitly. Instead, it was tacitly conveyed to the partner and sure enough a change would happen the following evening. This confidence in each other instilled a willingness to entertain each other in any condition. This is how I learned that I liked eating Manisha's stale pussy. Now, this is not to be confused with a creampie. It is the state of pussy between 12 hours and 24 hours after bath. Anything longer than that usually has a strong stench and shorter than that doesn't quite have the delicate aroma or taste that I longed for. On the kissing front, I more or less preferred a cleaner breath; not the clinical breath that you get after rinsing with a mouthwash or brushing your teeth. However, I would by lying if I said that I shunned away from kissing her just because of her poor breath. It would be extremely unlikely for her to have one as she was too finicky about it and secondly my urge would usually be much stronger.
Manisha on the other hand always preferred me in more or less clean state. Hence, her acceptance of Kishanchanji's unhygienic ways leave me often with a gnawing feeling. She disliked the strong pee smell and avoided fellating me during the times when she was unsure about my state. But that was never an issue with him; not that I am complaining.
Anyway, coming back to the kissing. Manisha's kissing activities had practically quadrupled.
Her kissing would be languid often at times when we explored other aspects of our body. Our intention would be to lengthen it as much as we could by keeping our lips glued but exploring our bodies alternately. And quite often her hand would move to my pecker and would gently stroke it. My pecker was gaining back its proportions again.
"Don't you love this?" she asked, between her kisses. Her lips gently touching mine as she puckered her lips.
"Why do you ask for anything more?"
"Wouldn't these and the lips below suffice for you?"
"Kishanchanji is annoyed due to your encroachment," she added.
"When did I insist?" I complained.
"Then I argued with for nothing?"
"Anyway," she said, "I want to be connected to you but we may have to curtail our errant tendencies."
"What tendencies?"
"Your urge to fornicate with me."
"That's normal."
