Copyright ⓒ August 2021 By Vyasya ALL Rights Reserved
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The circumstances of a chat friend of mine inspired this story.
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 5 - Inder's father consummates Manni's marriage.
Preet warned me that whatever stories Nupur may feed me were not entirely true. She had a penchant for storytelling and exaggerates things to suit her purposes. Enjoy them, but don't take them seriously; she doesn't know the entire story and should not know it. It surprised me that Preet was aware of our private conversations and wondered if she knew about us having sex as well. Preet, however, told me it was Inder's father who romanced her on the train, on the way back to Delhi. She discouraged me from prying out details, but seemed to answer my pointed questions. She confirmed that Inder's father blackmailed her and got physical with her on the train.
My fantasies of Inder's father with her, although rare, were the most intense. Inder's father was well built, had served in the Army during his younger years, but rose a little in ranks and left after a decade. He had a regiment to keep himself fit. He had married pretty early, as was common in those days, and hence was only 17 years elder to Inder. So, he was 57 years old at the time of our marriage, but he looked a lot younger, perhaps like a man in his 40s. In fact, quite a few mentioned he looked like Inder's elder brother.
He was a tall man. Standing at 6' 1", he was 3 inches taller than Inder. He was similar in complexion to Inder, but considerably tanned. Still, he wasn't as dark as a black man; perhaps shy of 3/4th mark between a pale and black complexion. He didn't smoke but consumed alcohol in moderate proportions. Women were his biggest vice; he had an urge to pursue them, especially the married ones. Although he visited prostitutes, it was only as a last recourse. Last, he was a Hindu Brahmin but very unlike one.
I couldn't sleep well that night as my sexual excitement kept on bothering me. I woke up to the sounds of someone in the living room and saw that Nupur was awake. It was 4:00. She latched onto my lips and I felt her stale breath. She pushed me down on the divan and straddled my pelvis and unceremoniously shoved my stiff penis into her snatch. Her pussy was much loose, but wasn't as lubricated as Preet's. I pushed against her and fucked her. We both were already on the edge and it took 5 minutes for us to climax. Even as I ejaculated in her, I knew that my session with Preet the previous night ranked higher. Even though she didn't allow me to penetrate her. Inhaling her body odor and feeling the warmth of body while grinding my pelvis against hers gave me much more pleasure than the actual intercourse with Nupur.
Nupur's talk about Farhan being the only one to have her pussy was baseless. I knew Nupur liked me and would have happily married me, as the cuckolding lifestyle enthralled her. She too could have sampled other men, but believed she couldn't compete with Preet. Preet was far better in every respect for this alternative lifestyle.
Nupur was persuading me to steer Preet away from her husband. Even though Preet enjoyed sex with Farhan, I didn't think he was foremost in her mind. I believed it was Inder or his father, based on my new findings. I had met Inder's father several times, but that was before our marriage and as my cuckold tendencies had taken shape, even before my marriage, I considered him to be a worthy candidate even though Inder ranked higher in my mind, perhaps because of his age. However, Inder's father didn't visit the US after our marriage and given the backstory, it seems surprising that he didn't.
Preet always had an open mind and adventurous streak. Although she was conservative, at least outwardly, she felt women naturally attracted men. Societal norms prohibited the union of unmarried men and women, but nature had no such restrictions. During the early few months of our marriage, when the subject of other men ogling women came up, she told me, "It's natural, Manni. What is taboo excites everyone. It shouldn't be surprising if they get into bed with married women. It happens; perhaps a lot more than we like to admit."
She had brought up the subject of middle-aged men (45+) who could impregnate women but were paired with older women who had lost their charm. This was more common in Indian settings as women after marriage don't take as much care of their bodies as they should. And she herself had mentioned pairing a younger woman with a middle-aged man and an older woman with a younger man was a panacea for this epidemic. Maybe that's why she didn't fall for Sunny. He didn't qualify as a strong, virile man, as in her mind they were older men. Or perhaps she knew his wife was young and pretty and hence he didn't need this concession.
Preet's libido was strong, which I always knew, but hearing about her session with Farhan and Abhi had shaken me. Abhi had fucked her 3 times and Farhan 2 more times and each session lasted an average of an hour. It still was only 7 hours. She was exaggerating, but not purposely. What count's is the sense of time one has in such situations. Preet was active throughout that period with brief breaks of 15-30 minutes while Abhi and Farhan alternated. Neither of them spent any time on eating her but expected her to fellate them on every occasion. She was tired because of this hard-work; of course she loved doing it. No wonder she relished my tongue after Abhi left last night. She perhaps missed it the previous night.
It was apparent that a normal lifestyle was not possible, and that she had to have steady sex partners on the side.
Nupur suggested, "There are different ways to live this lifestyle-the best is to keep things open with no boundaries or conditions attached except for maintaining discretion."
"Inder & his father would prove to be more suitable than you think. Inder lives nearby and his father visits him a few times a year. Between the two, they keep her satisfied for a few years before any sort of monotony sets in."
"With no checks, Inder may as well marry her. He prefers his women young and Anju no longer qualifies as one," I retorted.
I had no such thoughts before urging Preet on spreading her legs but the more I had heard about her past, the more insecure I had become and now that I had ejaculated, only half-hour ago, I was in my senses to understand the real danger.
"Shut up Manni," she countered. "Preet loves you and would never leave you for anyone."
"You are such a considerate husband. What would she gain by leaving you?"
"You wanted her to stay home and not work anymore," she continued. "That understanding would help her enjoy sex with them any time she wishes."
"How would a father-son duo make sense of such a relationship?"
"It's strange, but not uncommon. There are hundreds of stories of father-in-laws breeding their son's wife. In fact, Inder's father may have misbehaved with Anju, and she must have not liked it. That's why they two don't get along and Inder's father rarely ever stays long with him. Even while visiting him, he prefers to stay by himself."
I wondered how she knew so much about them. Preet had definitely confided in Nupur. Still, Preet had become reserved about such topics and advised me to keep my mouth shut as well.
