Copyright ⓒ February 2025 By Vyasya, ALL Rights Reserved
This is a story about an email friend of mine. After he retired, he started thinking about his life and searched the internet to learn more about his peculiar fetishes. It was quite comforting to find that his fetishes were not as uncommon as he thought, as the plethora of cuckolding stories revealed. Some of my stories struck a chord, and hence he reached out to share his experiences.
As usual, I have taken liberties to make the story enjoyable for my readers. This is a continuation of the "Priyamani The Seductress" story. We now move on to his own cuckold journey.
This is a cuckold story. A cuckold is a husband who receives vicarious pleasure from his partner's having sex with other men. If this is not your thing, please stop offending yourself and move on.
You are committing an act of perversion by reading this story, and there are no better or worse kinds of perversion, only the ones that you like and the ones that you don't like.
This story explores the husband-wife-and-another-man relationship where the husband is not equal to the wife in the relationship, and the wife gravitates towards the other man for sex. The wife prefers having a deep, intimate bond with the other man for prolonged periods of time and gives it more importance than her relationship with the husband. If this is not your thing, please stop offending yourself and move on.
You have been warned!
Chapter 2: Deeksha Bonds with Her Father-in-Law aka Is Raat Ki Subah Nahin (No End to This Night)
Many thanks to my editor Comentarista82, who made several improvements.
That day was a blur. We had so much happening that we barely spent time with Deeksha. The kids loved roaming the busy city streets and kept us busy with their nonstop questions. My parents shared that Deeksha's parents approached us with a marriage proposal. Everyone was glad for me, as they adored Deeksha. This even thrilled Murugam, although I felt the news would disappoint him. Her beauty and fair complexion dazzled the kids. As expected, some remarked about her being taller, but that was so with even my parents, so that point didn't stick for long.
Deeksha was far more promiscuous and adventurous than my mother, and I reflected on whether she was the right choice. I gravitated to Deeksha perhaps because I desired a woman like my mother: beautiful, confident, and unafraid to assert herself. I also wondered if she were marrying me only because I could be her cuckold. The answer was obvious, but that didn't change my mind. Deeksha loved me but doubted my capability to fulfill her sexually. Maybe if she had married Murugam, she wouldn't have had to look elsewhere for satisfaction. Still, Deeksha wouldn't have shunned any chance encounters; that definitely was her appeal; she was uninhibited and embraced everything passionately. She was the right one. I could have stopped Murugam any time but I didn't. I craved intense jealousy and sexual anxiety, and Deeksha served both on a platter.
We arrived home late in the evening. Deeksha already prepared a sumptuous dinner and carried the food as we entered our room. It was definitely a relief, as my mother was not in the mood to make it. The kids congratulated us and playfully teased us. Deeksha looked lovely as usual, dressed in a vibrant, flowing skirt and a matching patterned blouse. Afterward, the kids pleaded to sleep with Deeksha upstairs and now felt even more entitled, since she was their sister-in-law. I was unsure and wondered if Deeksha's parents would approve. Deeksha assured them that many more opportunities would be available now that we were to marry.
"When are your results coming out, Adwait?" my father asked during the dinner. "We need to decide on the wedding dates and further details."
"They should be coming out any day," I said.
"Uncle, we don't have to wait," Deeksha interrupted. We laughed heartily, realizing how eager she was to marry me.
"When are you returning?" My mother asked Murugam.
He had work and also needed to pack for his training. The initial plan was for him to stay home, but he wanted to spend some time with us. My mother suggested he return tomorrow in her usual commanding tone. This displeased him, but his reporting day was only a few days later. The dinner continued in silence. My parents were discussing something, and my father did not agree with my mother's requests. She waited before stating, "Deeksha, it would be nice if you could sleep with the children on the terrace as you did yesterday. Uncle has a few things to discuss with you."
My father rolled his eyes, but he knew better than to counter my mother, so he nodded.
"Yes, we have to talk," he said.
"It may rain tonight," Deeksha said.
My father looked at me, and I knew he wanted to talk to her about something sensitive, and this couldn't be done with kids around.
"Let me set up the bed and the tarps," I said.
In the humid weather, the terrace was my favorite den, where I spent the most time. I often studied there. It was usually quiet at night, and over the years, it became my favorite spot to study. I set up a shed that worked well for the day with light rain. All I had to do was move my bed closer to the storage room.
"Yes, I have seen that contraption of his," Deeksha added. "It's nice. I am sure the kids will love it."
Kids were celebrating and looking forward to sleeping on this fancy bed. Mother deciding to send my father to talk with Deeksha seemed odd, as normally women of the family spoke to the bride. She was authoritarian and didn't pay attention to what others thought; she decided and everyone obeyed. Still, her unconventional decisions often proved to be in the family's best interest. Deeksha was naturally rebellious, and I wondered how she would accept my mother's treatment.
My mother slept in our neighbor's room like yesterday while the children slept in our room. I made my way to the terrace and quickly pushed the bed towards the wall and pulled the tarp to shield it. It was dark but felt cozy, and the sound of raindrops served as white noise. My father had already freshened up, and my mother had retired.
Murugam left after dinner to spend time with friends. The outdoor activities were taking a toll on the little ones, and they started yawning. I guided them to the terrace. My father followed and seemed amused with the contraption. Our building terrace had a large tank above the staircase to supply water. The area behind it was converted into a storage room, and the bed sat by the wall. The tarp provided shelter. I closed it from the end closer to the staircase but left the other open for air.
I lit the small lantern that I often used.
"Where is Deeksha?" The kids complained.
I rushed to see what Deeksha was doing. Since it already drizzled, I wasn't expecting her to take the usual path because of the rain. As I stepped out, I saw Deeksha entering through the gate. She was dressed in a vanilla-white skirt and blouse. As she stood under the umbrella, she confidently placed her hand on my buttocks and pulled me closer to her.
"My parents are already looking for an auspicious date," she whispered. We have a custom to perform such ceremonies only on favorable dates according to astrology.
I inhaled the light fragrance of her soap as I smelled her fresh breath.
"Are you happy?" she added.
"Very," I said, as I pushed her hand away. "Someone may notice."
Deeksha smiled and asked, "What is this about? Your father wants to talk to me?"
