Deeksha The Temptress Ch 03

Copyright ⓒ April 2025 by Vyasya, ALL Rights Reserved.

This is a story about an email friend of mine. Having retired from his job, he reflected on his own life experiences. Getting on the internet, he stumbled upon various cuckolding stories and satiated his curiosity. Some of my stories reminded him of his background, and he reached out, sharing his own 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 onto his own cuckold journey in this chapter.

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.

By reading this story, you are committing an act of perversion, 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 3: Deeksha learns more about her mother-in-law aka Is Raat Ki Subah Nahin II (No End to This Night II)

Many thanks to my editor Comentarista82, who made several improvements.

"My first wife passed away early in our marriage, and I lived as a widower for a while," he started. "I slept with a few women during that phase and a couple of them regularly."

"Were they married?" asked Deeksha.

"Yes, they were and were the daughters-in-law of a close acquaintance named Basava," he said. "City fever reached the young, and they ventured out looking for a reliable livelihood, leaving their families behind."

"That may not be surprising," he continued. "But it meant some young women would be sex-starved and susceptible to advances of other men. Lucky for me, I slept with all three of his daughters-in-law regularly; only the youngest was still living in the village, with the other two in the city with their husbands."

"Were they pretty?" asked Deeksha.

"In some ways, but more importantly, they were young," he said in his charming manner. Deeksha blushed, realizing how predictable men were; all they needed was a wet, hot hole.

"The funny thing was," he continued. "My friend, Basava, was regularly seeding them, and he only introduced me, and that's how my affairs began."

"Oh," Deeksha muttered, intrigued by the unfolding story. "Sort of like between us."

"Deeksha, you are heavenly; more beautiful than even Mani, and no one from our village or surrounding ones would have seen one like you. I am not sure if even Adwait deserves you," he said.

"Of course he deserves me, uncle," she commanded. "Adwait loves me, and he is quite a capable man."

"Anyway," he continued. "Basava used our house for his secret meetings, particularly during the day. We had an unspoken agreement to leave our sandals at the door as a sign that the room was in use."

"I was never one to pry, but the distinct scent of semen on the sheets sparked my curiosity about his potency. The door would sometimes remain closed for hours, further fueling my curiosity. However, it was only when his middle son got married that broke my resolve," he said.

"It's getting more intriguing," she said. "And I can see your snake is getting listless again."

It surprised me how at ease she became with my father and pondered whether he approved or if her behavior bothered him. He showed no reaction but briefly glanced at his penis and then proceeded, "It was within the first month when Basava abruptly took his new daughter-in-law away on some excuse. I hadn't seen her but was curious, and that's when I felt a tinge of jealousy. Her soft moans were audible as I cautiously approached the nearest window, and sure enough, he was already inside her and gently stroking her. The young woman wriggled beneath him, trying to adjust, and reached climax within a few minutes. What happened next was an epic fucking that lasted almost half an hour as he continued fucking her missionary. That's when I saw his horse dick and knew why his daughters-in-law wanted sex with him and even conceived from him."

"Hmm... Did you find it arousing to witness Basava consummate his son's marriage?" she asked, sensing his partially-stiffened member.

"Yes," my father exhaled, leaning forward to kiss her. Deeksha was gently stroking his penis as she returned his kiss. He moaned as Deeksha worked her charm, and after a few minutes of intense kissing, she said, "Uncle, it seems you find this exciting. I am sure there is more. I want to hear every detail."

He looked at her exposed chest and gently caressed her, planting another kiss on her lips. Deeksha lay down and, placing her head on his arm, looked at him lovingly as he continued, "Well, I suppose everyone goes through a phase of self-awareness. At that moment, it dawned on me: I wasn't the man I thought. None ever groaned or moaned like her, and I never had such prolonged intercourse with anyone. How Basava's daughter-in-law responded to Basava aroused me."

"I savored her for a few months but never received a similar reaction. She only revealed her true self in passionate moments. She wanted sex with me but enjoyed Basava more."

"That's surprising," she whispered. "You are exceptional and much better than Adwait."

My father smiled. She supported her head on her palm and gently stroked him. In her sensual voice, she asked, "Did you get a close look at his genitals?"

He gave her an odd look and said, "No, but I kept listening and sneaking looks at his bulge whenever I could."

"And?"

"I felt utterly humiliated and inadequate," he said. "Despite it being obvious, Basava stood 6 feet 3 inches tall with a robust physique like the Zamindar, but darker and muscular because of his active farm work."

"Anyway, it was eventually his youngest daughter-in-law, Chinni, who sort of guided and taught me about the art of making love. She taught that pleasuring a woman orally intensely pleases her, although not as much from intercourse with a well-endowed man."

"Yes, those orgasms are intense, and women seek men who don't mind doing that," Deeksha said.

"That's why we became close, and she suggested that I propose to Mani instead of fantasizing about her," he said.

"Wow, nice," she excitedly exhaled.

"But when she saw how beautiful Priyamani was, she warned me that Priyamani would stiffen all the men from the village -- especially the Zamindar. She warned me Brahmin women were untrustworthy, naturally slutty and immoral. It was ironic she didn't realize her own promiscuity by sleeping with other men, including her own father-in-law."

Deeksha laughed, whispering, "We are all bigoted."

"Mani was very attractive, and in the first month, I caught one villager eavesdropping while she bathed. Our bathroom was a small shed and easy for someone to peep in. He fled before I could catch him, but the next day, I caught Basava looking through the same spot and touching himself. This time I didn't have the courage to confront him. My eyes focused on his whopper, which would give Mani a lot of pleasure, as he pulled out and started stroking it. He grabbed one of her loincloths and came into it. It disturbed me to see him ejaculate into it and hang it to dry."

"Did he not see you?"

"Mani was smart to bathe in the evenings, when it could be darker. We didn't have electricity then, and hence most didn't roam after sunset."

"When did this happen?"

"It was perhaps the 3rd week after we married; she washed those loincloths to prepare for her menstruation," he said.

"Did you confront him?"

"No. I wasn't sure," he said.

"But none of those were his wife, and none were as beautiful as Priyamani," Deeksha said.

"Not even half as pretty," he emphasized. "But Basava was special. The sort of bull who could do justice to Mani's youth and beauty."

"What about the Zamindar?"

"What about him?" he asked. "He was the Zamindar and free to choose anyone he wanted. It wasn't clear how long he would want Mani as his mistress, though."

"Did you consider the consequences if the Zamindar discovered their affair?" she asked.

"Basava and I would have been castrated," he smiled. "But one can't think clearly when erect."

They laughed, and after a few moments, Deeksha asked, "So, how did you tell Mani?"

"I didn't have to," he said.

"Mani was astute and understood almost immediately," he explained. "We got married in the city where Mani was, and during that time, Basava frequently used our house to seed his daughter-in-law. When we returned, Mani detected the unmistakable smell of semen and sweat on the sheets. She wondered if it was mine but perceived from the thick spots that it was someone else's."

"You see, Mani doesn't speak much, and she always ascertains things before saying anything. It took her a few weeks to learn I got excited with other men mounting her. Still, we hadn't spoken about it, and I surmised it was a fetish."

"Her periods began, and she had been refusing intercourse with me," he said.

Deeksha chuckled hearing that; it was common for couples to avoid sex when the woman menstruates, but some indulged in oral sex or dry humping.

"You are right," my father said. "It indeed was humiliating, but it happened sort of magically. We were making out intensely one of those nights, and Mani had gotten horny kissing me voraciously and stroking me. Although she was in the middle of her period, she seemed insatiable.

Basava spied on Mani already, and I wondered if she knew. The following evening, while we were chatting in the village square, Basava uncharacteristically excused himself. Around the time when Mani took her baths, he headed to our house. He was bold to risk it, but I sensed Mani knew, explaining his lack of concern. As usual, he spurted into her loincloth, conveniently hanging there."

"Did you ever inspect it?" she asked. "I mean the soiled loincloth?"

He paused. "Yes, it was embarrassing, but I couldn't resist. It was loaded; both the quantity and stench were unmistakable. A few times he used it to wipe his privates, so it possessed his unmistakable odor."

"Really?"

"I was sure of his virility and sexual prowess and wondered why Mani never mentioned the loincloths. She didn't come out even after he left. Perhaps she knew but didn't want to address it to not cause a scandal. Shouldn't she have known why her loincloths were ending up smelling of semen?"

Unsure, Deeksha nodded for him to continue.

"Or maybe she would stop drying her loincloths in the backyard," he reasoned.

To my father, the Zamindar mounting my mother was perhaps not a bitter pill, but her craving to become Basava's mistress and desiring the seed of a lowly wage earner was too much. Even though it was apparent he had cuckold tendencies, and perhaps having a well-endowed man, Basava was the reason. Such thoughts slowly sprout in your mind, and watching a well-hung man pleasure the young women you have sex with never lets you escape the downward spiral. Marrying a maiden from the heavens only intensifies the struggle to resist these temptations.

Deeksha, at a young age, understood that such thoughts not only arouse but also create intense jealousy. She leaned forward and softly kissed him, fondling his stiffness, and whispered, "You knew, didn't you?"

He looked at her; she momentarily evaded his eyes, and smiling sensually, softly added, "You knew the effect she would have, but failed to anticipate how it would affect Basava but more importantly, failed to grasp what it would do to the woman you married."

"Hmm..." he muttered, lost in his reverie. Deeksha knew he was a cuckold, but still admitting that he desired it from the outset seemed strange.

"You are lying," she calmly said, looking into his eyes. "You desired it from the start, but didn't foresee the consequences."

"Why?" my father asked. "Such things cloud your mind. Only in hindsight do we learn what we desire."

"Perhaps," Deeksha said. "You didn't expect her willingness to engage with a dark-skinned, low-status daily wage earner. Maybe after you saw how calmly she dealt with the Zamindar, you realized she would willingly breed with this close associate."

"You are right," he said.

"A man who wants to guard his wife from such influences takes precautions," she said.

"Like?"

"Like making sure the bathroom doesn't have holes for peeping Toms, warning her not to dry her undergarments in the yard, and warning about some men's inappropriate behavior," she clarified.

"Yes, looking back, it seems clear now, but it wasn't so apparent," he reflected. "Mani was a young, demure Brahmin woman to me. Even when she shared some of her past before agreeing to marry, it was more of a sad tale of her life and not some sordid story. Until that evening, I didn't know that Mani discovered his antics."

"That evening I waited to see if Mani would inspect the loincloth, but she didn't. After an hour, I went inside to find that Mani prepared my bath. Adwait was home, so we couldn't do much except whisper a few sweet nothings because of no privacy. We performed our usual household chores, but I fastened my gaze on her; she looked stunning and vibrant. With our close family and friends eager to celebrate our marriage, the ceremony was a few days away. Mani had cleaned for days, which is why she never missed her evening baths."

"Mani cared well for her skin, which I didn't notice earlier. Her face glowed, and her body hair was almost non-existent. Her pouty lips looked so alluring, and with her slender waist and wide hips, she begged to be bred. Mani apparently ignored my attention as I continued ogling her. She blushed and glanced at me a few times before moving towards me.

She asked, 'Yedu, what should I wear for the special day?'

I calmly replied, 'It doesn't matter. You will look stunning regardless.'

She nervously laughed. 'That's my concern. It feels like these men haven't seen a fair woman before. Are you sure you want me to look my best?'

She was right, as word about her beauty had spread, and several bragged of bedding such a lady. I didn't argue, as she was right.

'Avoiding them would be odd,' I affirmed.

'Of course, silly,' she smiled. 'You know I have nothing against them. Everyone is nice, and I like it here.' Mani was such a flirt as she tantalizingly swayed and brought her face close but did not try to kiss me. Her fresh breath and the exhilarating scent of her soap excited me.

'We live here, so we have to mingle, which means some men would get closer. And not everyone is going to just look, right?'

She looked into my eyes and caressed my chest.

'Oh Mani,' I exhaled. 'You are quite the vamp.'

Mani could domineer, and when in the mood, she could take control and make me feel emasculated. That day, she towered over me as she leaned forward, kissing me on my neck. Her hand descended slowly and reached for my bulge.

'How did you cope all those years as a widow?' I asked, offering my lips to kiss, but she nibbled on my earlobe and whispered, 'You think only married women can have sex?'

She pushed her hand inside and grabbed my stiff rod and stroked it. Returning her lips to mine, she looked into my eyes and sealed my lips with hers. We passionately kissed for a few moments, and she breathlessly whispered, 'And who is talking now? Wasn't it you who was peeping down my blouse all the time?'

I chuckled. Mani was exceedingly beautiful, and from the first day, just getting a glimpse of her face excited me, and any sign of the flesh of her belly, chest, or shapely calves hardened me instantly.

'So, who were the admirers?' I asked.

'A few,' she whispered and confidently added, 'But that's not for today's discussion.'

She confirmed she had my complete attention and then, looking into my eyes, said, 'Yedu, you are sure, right?' I didn't quite understand what she was hinting at, so she clarified. 'If they can see I spread my legs for commoners like you, would you blame them if they tried their luck?'

Mani's audacity stunned me at that moment. My penis hardened like a rod as she continued stroking it, showering small kisses on my mouth. Her hot breath completely fucked my mind, but her boldness scared me. I don't know why I imagined she was demure and that I could satisfy her. We were standing by our backdoor, by our small bathroom. Adwait was inside playing with our dog, so we felt comfortable indulging.

Still, Mani's lewdness scared me. She extracted my penis and started giving it complete strokes. She continued kissing and stroking simultaneously. It was surreal. It seemed she saw it all and wanted us to move to the next chapter of our journey."

Deeksha was stunned. She dominated me a few times and perhaps played with Prabhakaran's son, so she understood the dynamics. She leaned forward to check on my father, and he was very aroused reimagining what happened almost 20 years ago.

She inserted her hand inside his pajamas and whispered, "Would you have wanted me in her place?"

"Oh, Deeksha," he moaned as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. Deeksha was lust-filled and kissed passionately; she possessed this urge to go back in time and experience it all; my mother's story struck such a deep chord.

"I don't know, Deeksha," he whispered, breaking the kiss. "If Mani could have defeated any woman from our district in a beauty contest, you could have aced the state-level one."

"You are such a liar." Deeksha blushed.

"No, really," he assured. "You are so young, beautiful, and lusty; no one could have resisted your charm. It would have meant nonstop sex and pregnancies for you."

She blushed. "No one talks about such things, uncle; they just happen."

She kissed him again and, not wanting to disrupt the story flow, urged him, "Please continue. It's like a movie, and I imagine myself in her shoes."

He smiled.

"So, after some intense foreplay, she whispered, 'Yedu, so what do you say? I heard even grandfathers here have very strong backs and are very virile.'

'What?' I asked, stunned. 'Where did you hear that?'

'Does it matter when I have incriminating evidence in my hand?'

'What evidence?' I mumbled.

There in the darkness, I could see the loincloth that she pulled from the rope. As she pulled it up to our faces, the familiar pungent odor, along with the musty odor of genitals, floated to our nostrils.

'What's that?' I feigned ignorance.

'I thought you discovered it. All your bedsheets were stinking of it when I came,' she said.

'Here,' she said, and offered it for me to smell, but I pulled away in disgust. 'And there is a lot, too. Such a waste!'"

"Oh, wow, she directly confronted you!" Her audacity stunned Deeksha.

"Mani was not herself, and to some extent, she alarmed me.

'Of course, Yedu,' she said. 'You know who would be so bold in the village, right? Why don't you speak some sense to him?'

She took the loincloth and pulled it up under her saree, with me looking at her dumbfounded. I thought she was simply throwing it away, but she didn't, and after carefully tying the knot, she said, 'Doesn't he have any decency? One hangs clothes for drying. Besides, there are better places to make such precious deposits, right?'

She softly kissed my lips, looked at me with her sultry eyes, smiling delicately, and stepped away. My erection strained for relief, but she cared little for it at that time."

"That is so raunchy," Deeksha exhaled, kissing him forcefully.