Copyright ⓒ August 2021 By Vyasya ALL Rights Reserved
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This is a completely fictitious story and is loosely based on the circumstances of a chat friend of mine.
This is a story about a cuckold. A cuckold is a husband who derives pleasure from his partner's sex with other men. If this isn't your thing, don't offend yourself and move on.
You are committing an act of perversion by reading this story, and there are no better or worse types of perversion, only those that you like and those that you don't like.
This story is about a husband-wife-and-another-man relationship in which the husband is not the equal of the wife and the wife gravitates toward the other man for sex. The wife is shown to prefer having a deep, intimate bond with another man for extended periods of time and values it more than her marriage. Please refrain from offending yourself, if this is not your thing.
You have been cautioned!
Chapter 2 - Preet narrates her slutty journey
Preet evolved into a completely new person. During that week, she repeated the same episode multiple times, but sexually starved me. She only allowed hugging, kissing on her cheeks, and licking her pussy. She didn't even jerk me off. And she made me deliver those bottles every day, and Inder picked them up a few times. He had an odd gleam in his eyes as he accepted the bottles; perhaps it was just my imagination playing tricks on me.
We spent a lot of time on the journey to India chatting to each other about our current predicament, which I will outline here.
"Did anything happen with Sunny?" I inquired, after she warmed up and was prepared to engage in such a discussion.
"Sunny was hilarious," she remarked quickly, "he tried his hardest, practically pleading about how much he was deprived of sex because of his wife's lack of desire for sex and her fear of having sex while pregnant."
"Really?"
"He was such a crybaby; I was trying to console him and he misread it and kissed me on the lips."
"I could see his wife and her family leaving the hospital with the baby, but he was in such a desperate situation that I let him kiss him for a few moments. Unfortunately, that was enough for his wife to see us in that precarious situation."
"Who makes such pleas? Requesting a sexual favor from another lady who is in the last month of her pregnancy because his pregnant wife denies him sex?"
Sunny's wife had delivered their baby a couple of months earlier, and they were visiting the doctor for a checkup. Apparently, Sunny couldn't make it on time, and so Preet drove his wife and her mother to the hospital. Sunny arrived on the scene and ran into her when this happened.
"Did you kiss him back?" I asked. I remembered how Sunny's wife had complained that she had seen them in a passionate embrace in the car. She avoided them and took a cab that day in order to avoid making a scene.
"I kissed him back, but it was perhaps only a few minutes," she said.
I had a rather long conversation with Sunny's wife, and she clearly told me that both Sunny and Preet were taking advantage of our trusting nature. As explained earlier, Sunny's wife, Simi, and Preet were good friends; Preet helped a lot during Simi's second pregnancy. It was common for us to spend time at each other's places. Fortunately, I had run into Simi only a week back when she elaborated on what actually happened there.
Apparently, Preet had pulled out of their parking spot the moment she noticed Simi. They parked in a remote corner and used that opportunity to make out with him. They kissed in the car, and she jerked Sunny off. That wasn't the only time they engaged in foreplay; in fact, during most of our meetings, they apparently made out. Simi had spotted it several times during the last trimester of her pregnancy. Clearly, she was helping Sunny out. Until now, Preet never shared it with me, and I didn't feel the need to bring it up.
"What about our neighbor's son?" I asked.
I took a chance to see if Preet would come clean or hide it and, to my utter surprise, she narrated the entire episode. She jerked him off in the car and kissed him as a prize for showing the courage to pursue her. In some sense, it quelled some of my doubts about her character. She was neither an ultra conservative woman nor a reckless woman. She tried to live somewhere in the middle of those two extremes.
"Did you really kiss him or just give him a peck on his cheeks?" I asked.
She cheekily replied, "It was a deep kiss. I vigorously stroked him until he came, which was in a few minutes."
"Later that evening, he showed up for more spoils," she continued, "and I indulged one more time in our living room. This time it was an intense kiss, and he also took much longer to ejaculate."
One thing led to another and finally the topic of Inder came and Preet came clean on that story as well. The gist of it was that after Anju saw the dildo and the special panties, she became good friends with her and during those discussions, she narrated her own plight. Anju was a frail woman who had a lot of issues with childbirth, but she was also apparently frigid in bed due to which Inder's extramarital affairs continued. She shared Inder was sexually attracted to Preet and perhaps she was the first woman from our community that he was sexually attracted to. If Preet ever considered having an extra-marital affair, then she should surely add him to her list. Preet politely declined it.
Inder and Anju were not Sikhs, and neither were they Hindu Punjabis. Inder immigrated to the US at a very young age and built a gigantic business for himself over the years. He is well connected and well known in our local community and even had connections with politicians.
Inder and I had been good friends for almost a decade; he was about 15 years older than me, but our relationship had a friendly vibe to it. His first wife passed away in an accident; it didn't affect him. After living a semi-bachelor life, he married for the second time, and even with her, he wasn't happy. Anju was quite short, about 5' 2", with a frail body and a whitish complexion. She was an attractive but ordinary woman. I often heard him quibble about her and how he did not seem to get what he deserved. It was common for him to have affairs with attractive, married, white or Latino women. He preferred married over single ones as the single ones wanted to settle down and that was not an option for him.
Recalling all of that context and collating it with what Preet shared, it made sense to me. As I explained, Preet could have easily modeled for companies selling plus-size lingerie. She had that aura, the youth, and the body to pull it off. Anju may have noticed this and, realizing that she was sex starved, her conclusion from finding a dildo in our bathroom and that nasty pantie, thought that Preet could fill the void in Inder's life.
Preet didn't want Anju to know that I was complicit in both the dildo and pantie things, so she told her she used it when she felt horny, which was most of the time. And the pantie was some sort of prank, perhaps by someone from her workplace or gym. They both talked about how dirty it felt to be called a whore, but inside, at least at the right moments, they felt desirable, and that's why she paraded herself in the bedroom wearing that pantie for personal amusement. Anju felt the dildo was quite small, a reflection of what Preet's experience was limited to. She took it as a clear sign I was rather under-equipped, perhaps at 4-5" or so. She remarked if I would even be good enough for her; Preet was a much bigger woman, and hence, Inder's 8-inch dick, which was quite thick as well, was a much better choice.
Preet and Anju's friendship grew almost immediately, and each time Anju dropped the suggestion that she considered starting an affair with Inder, she would politely decline. This insult festered in Anju's mind for a little while, and then eventually she used the blackmail tactic.
"How come you never told me about that, Preet?" I inquired. I had learned some of it already through her text messages, but I was clear on not interfering unless I sensed Preet was coerced into something.
"It was pointless, Manni," she explained, "it was something between two ladies; why would I bring you in?"
"Did Inder know about this?"
"Of course not," she said, giving me a strange look.
"You are his pal. Don't you know who he is? He takes what he wants; begging or asking is not in his style."
"Didn't you notice?" she inquired.
"You've attended more of his parties and meet powerful people since you got married. Now a lot more people know about you in your own office."
