Copyright â“’ 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 perversions, 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 3 - Preet's slutty adventure in India
Images of Inder banging my gorgeous wife raced through my mind as I boarded my next flight. I was restless the entire day, mostly sleeping and dreaming about her. I regained some of my senses the next morning and reflected on my present situation. I had the same pangs of anxiety that each cuckold has when he actually lives out his fantasy. The realization that I had been a pawn during the entire game made me feel even worse about myself. However, the result was that I had a persistent erection, maybe the most excruciatingly rigid erection I have ever had in my life.
I avoided talking to her and spent the entire day tossing and turning in bed. Inder and Sunny were at the top of my list, and I had always assumed that Inder would score with her, although her chemistry with Sunny was far better. It startled me she had also mentioned Inder's father's name; he was considerably older, and her inclination to even entertain his thoughts disturbed me. All the advice I got makes sense now. Once such things get going, they take on a life of their own, and I'd never be able to control them.
Preet had recently turned 26 years old, and these men would enjoy her youth. Inder's blatant remarks about impregnating her just inflamed her desire to mate with him. I knew she had a boyfriend prior to our marriage, and Preet assured me she ended the relationship about a year before our wedding. I was curious whether she would try to rebuild her relationship with him now that she had begun on her slutty path.
During our discussions, she informed me he wasn't marriage material. Every time she saw him, he was more intent on mounting her. Each date with him was a physical affair, with Abhi continually groping and fondling her privates. That's how she ended up giving him blowjobs. I've always wondered why he never took her virginity. After all, it would be easy for a woman to lose her virginity after a two-year romance.
Even though Preet hinted it may all be an elaborate fantasy, I knew she wasn't lying. Inder had most likely tasted my wife, and she was merely pretending to gauge my reaction. With my stiff erection, it was clear to both of us I enjoyed the prospect of her being his slut.
We didn't talk until the next evening. I asked about her boyfriend after we exchanged pleasantries.
"Why do you want to know about him?" she inquired.
"Did Nupur divulge anything about him to you?"
Nupur was Preet's close friend, and I was well acquainted with her. She was the same age as Preet, but she was a mother of two. I had an excellent bond with them because of Preet's persistent connection with her. Nupur was a plain-looking, regular woman with a remarkable capacity to converse and make friends. Nupur's husband was also a charming guy who seemed to have a crush on Preet. Especially during our video conversations. I caught him gazing at Preet's breasts. I also fantasized about him taking Preet a few times.
"No, why? What happened?"
Preet remarked, cautiously, "For the last few months, Abhi has been persuading me to meet for old times' sake, while Nupur has been telling me not to. I assumed she was talking to you about it."
"Oh, really?" I exclaimed with glee.
"Be serious, Manni," she chuckled, "he doesn't have good intentions regarding your wife."
"After all, he is your ex-boyfriend. What's the harm in doing so?" I responded with laughter.
She smirked. "If I had known you just thought with your dick, I would not have married you."
"But, Preet, is there any other way to think about it with you?"
She laughed and asked, "Why are all the men around me so eager to mount me?"
"Because you are one hell of a hot woman," I said firmly.
"After having been with Inder, it wouldn't have bothered me," she added, "but Abhi was my boyfriend, and it's plausible that I'll develop feelings for him again."
"I don't mind if it encourages you to have a lot more sex with him," I said.
"You're so kinky, Manni," she said.
"Abhi is such a jerk," she said, "after he realizes you're a cuckold, he'll come over and breed me on our marital bed."
"Didn't you say he wanted to have intercourse with you, but you wouldn't allow him?"
"I didn't, but he made excellent use of my mouth," she said, lowering her eyes.
"Well, maybe he can enjoy all your holes now," I joked.
"You're crazy. Doesn't it concern you that your wife's ex-boyfriend continues to molest her even after marriage?"
"Preet, you already know the answer," I responded.
"Abhi was really enterprising," she said.
"He eventually found my phone number after a lot of digging and got in touch with me a few months ago. He's been attempting to get our address ever since."
"Apparently, he was visiting the US for business and was asking whether he could stay at our place."
"Of course, why not?"
"Nupur is here," she stated, adding, "I will phone you later."
Preet was seeing Nupur's family that evening, so we couldn't speak until later in the evening. Since Preet mentioned the text messages exchanged between Abhi and her, I double-checked my computer backups. After supper, I began browsing through her texts and discovered that Preet, Nupur, and Abhi had exchanged a lot of messages in the past few weeks.
Abhi was clearly persuading Preet to resume their relationship, and Nupur was dissuading her. Nupur seemed to know all about Preet's terrible past. Farhan, Nupur's husband, came up during their conversation. Nupur had married a Muslim guy and was well aware of her husband's feelings for Preet. Nupur appears to have assured Preet that she was OK if Preet wanted to spread her legs for her husband Farhan's Muslim seed.
It blew my mind to read about Nupur and Preet's nasty conversation. Preet would erase all offensive content from her history, so it wouldn't have been noticeable until I reviewed these backup records. Preet wasn't aware of them, and as I had no intention of judging Preet or using them against her, I didn't feel guilty about it.
Nupur was a few years older than Nupur, maybe 29, and her husband, Farhan, was 37 years old. Farhan had divorced his first wife since she couldn't bear him children. Nupur was his second wife. Nupur had two children within four years of her marriage, and Farhan determined to have a large family was pressuring her to have another baby quickly. Preet and I had discussed it; we both knew Preet was excited about the prospect of being pregnant and nursing.
We would often joke about Farhan making good use of Preet, his sister-in-law. They had that vibe in their relationship, and Nupur didn't mind Farhan and Preet's little flirtation. Because it appeared like Preet was eager to have sex with Abhi, Nupur urged her to give Farhan a chance. She even offered the use of her farmhouse, which was in a quiet area and provided plenty of seclusion.
"Is Farhan also visiting?" I texted Preet.
"Yes, they are staying here for a few days before going to the wedding," she texted.
"Are all of you downstairs?"
"We're upstairs, Manni. There isn't enough room below for all of us."
Preet's parents lived in a two-story conventional home. Her parents usually lived downstairs and used to rent out their upper apartment after Preet graduated from high school. However, it was available, maybe because of Preet's visit. The upper apartment included a kitchen, two bedrooms, a living room, and a small terrace. It appeared to be a nice place for them to stay because it provided ample room and privacy. If Nupur was encouraging Preet to entertain her husband, I thought it was completely plausible that this might happen during this visit.
"Interesting. Is it possible for Farhan to enjoy the benefit of being in the company of his sister-in-law?" I sent a text. In the Indian context, the relationship between a woman's younger sister and her husband is special. In the olden days, Farhan would have considered Preet as his half-wife and enjoyed some of her charms.
"Wouldn't you wish that?"
"But, of course, Preet; he deserves it, doesn't he?"
"You seem to be eager to raise his children [smiley]. Nupur asserted he breeds his women."
"I thought you loved circumcised cocks. Don't you?"
"You have a one-track mind. We're now watching a movie. Please do not bother us," came her succinct reply.
I began reading her interactions with Nupur and realized that Nupur knew about Preet's backstory. Abhi was a few years Farhan's junior and knew him well. That was predictable, given that they all lived in the same neighborhood. Farhan always had feelings for Preet, but married Nupur since Preet was unavailable for whatever reason. Nupur was a lovely woman with a light complexion and a slim physique, but she was small at 5' 3", compared to Preet's 5' 8" height and Farhan's 6' 2" height. Abhi was perhaps my height, standing at 5' 10".
Farhan had a darker complexion than Inder. Abhi had a normal North Indian skin tone. Preet said I was the most attractive of the three and that if given another chance, she would have still married me. She did, however, admit that Abhi and Farhan were sexually attractive.
Among the messages, Nupur had included a photo of Farhan's huge penis as proof of his prowess. It was as dark as coal and as thick as her favorite dildo Marcus. I could understand Preet's fascination with tall men. Only these tall dudes could have such enormous cocks to please a woman her size. I couldn't imagine a small woman like Nupur coping with someone like Farhan.
It was strange to read their texts since they could have spoken about it, but Nupur believed it was preferable to text to avoid awkwardness. She explained that if Preet had an affair with Farhan, she would be happy with it, and would even encourage it. Farhan had a strong sexual appetite and needed something on the side to satisfy it. Muslim men may have many wives, and Nupur wanted Farhan to have mistresses rather than multiple wives. Preet was already yearning to mate with Abhi, which is why Nupur had advanced this proposal.
