(Thank you all so much for all the constructive feedback and the encouragement to write further. While writing the second part I felt I had rushed through the first part a little. So just to warn you, this part is much slower and longer. Thank you for your valuable time if you decide to read this part. And please forgive me if you find mistakes. I am always humbled by your feedback whether good or bad. Enjoy.)
Mohit was in his office, leaning back on his comfortable chair with a pile of files on the table in front of him. He should have been working but his mind was distracted. Although he is a man in his late 30's, the last few weeks have been a reminder of what it is like to be a teenager all over again. He had been getting hard at places that he had no reason to be, he had been thinking about sex at places he shouldn't have been. The reason was his newfound obsession with picturing his wife with the man he could see from his window, scrolling his phone on the driver seat in his car, Rohan.
Both Mohit and Archana expected it to be something that gave them a rush temporarily, and help them spark life back on the bed. It did help them break the walls of their mundane sex life but in addition to that, they found themselves sinking deeper. Even on the days when Mohit was too tired to have sex, he would still want to hear Archana tell him about her masturbation sessions, her encounters with other men in the malls while shopping, perverted looks she got by younger men in the streets, and most importantly, Rohan.
Though Mohit was incredibly turned on by these conversations, Archana was a little worried that he is pushing them to a point that can change the nature of their marriage forever. She knew that it can't be all fun and games for long and sooner or later they would either have to put a cap on it, or they'd find themselves at a point of no return.
A few more days passed, and although things were not progressing physically, Mohit had now begun using the internet to learn more about his desires. He found out about the idea of sharing wives and cuckolding as a practice. He was thrilled to see that there are a lot of people who share his desires and that he wasn't a weirdo. He would spend his time reading stories on the internet and picture his wife in all those scenarios. In his mind, he was ready to take things further.
"Are you crazy!" says Archana panting, breathing heavily, and trying to keep her voice in check after an intense orgasm.
"I know, it sounds extreme, but I think I am ready for it," says Mohit as he emerges from between her legs, wiping his lips as he lays on his back beside his wife.
Archana stayed quiet for a few moments as she is still recovering from her orgasm. Mohit had recently begun using his tongue to pleasure his wife and she didn't want anything else for the moment. She was completely content with this version of her husband that was finally making her cum.
"I...I don't know. It feels so risky and extreme." she says, looking at the ceiling.
She can't help but picture the sight of Rohan in place of Mohit beside her on the bed even as she expresses her reluctance to the idea. It is not the presence of Rohan, but the absence of Mohit that makes her uncomfortable. She wanted to discuss it further but Mohit's snores soon enough killed any hopes. A million thoughts were running through her head. Her husband had just confessed that the idea of her being with other men aroused him. She tossed and turned all night but it was very late by the time she could finally close her eyes.
By the time she woke up the next morning, Mohit was already getting ready. She looked at the watch which had 9:12 flashing on it. She got off the bed with a jerk as Mohit came in the room, ready to head out.
"Oh good morning dear." He said with a smile as he saw Archana
"I'm so sorry, I was having trouble sleeping." she replies in a groggy voice
"Oh don't worry about it. I will send Rohan later to collect my lunch." says Mohit and gives a peck on her cheeks as he waves her goodbye
The mention of Rohan's name once again forces all those thoughts back into her mind. She stretched a little, putting on her robe and starting with her morning rituals. For some strange reason, the turmoil of the last night was much more pleasant when combined with the anticipation of Rohan's arrival. She quickly finished her chores and had a long shower, which had always been her favorite place for her musings. She was dressed in a long robe, having a cup of tea when she heard the doorbell. She opened the door to find what she expected, Rohan.
"Good Morning Madam, Sir has sent me to collect his lunch." said Rohan with a polite smile. It was very difficult to get a read on him with his constant polite expression.
"Oh come in Rohan, are you in a hurry?" asked Archana, as she stepped aside to let him in.
A smile appeared on her face as she can't help but look at him with an alternative perspective. It is one thing to imagine someone on top of you while touching yourself and completely another while they are in front of you in real life.
"No madam, I just have to be back by the lunchtime." he says as he steps in and takes a seat on the couch.
He wasn't very comfortable initially inside the house of his employers, but both Mohit and Archana gradually insisted so much that he outgrew his inhibitions.
"Great, then we can have tea. I missed your tea this morning and I was feeling very guilty." she said with a chuckle as she hands him a cup.
"Why guilty madam, we are all humans only." he says as he takes the cup from her hands.
Archana took the seat opposite to him and crossed her legs, the robe is long enough to cover her properly, but as she sits cross-legged, one of her legs which she shaved that day is visible. Mohit takes the slightest of notices as she sips on her tea.
"So, did your wife liked that dress? You never told me." says Archana after a few moments of silence.
"Oh yes, I am so sorry madam I never thanked you for your help that day. She was a little surprised as she had only seen such dresses in movies and TV, but once she tried it she was very happy." says Rohan with a grin which told that he enjoyed picturing those moments.
"That's great, I am happy I could be of help." says Archana sipping on some more tea.
Mohit's eyes were shuffling to Archana's legs from time to time. Archana didn't pay attention initially, but once she saw Rohan trying to steal glances without making it too obvious, she realized her legs are on display. She immediately felt a tingle between her legs, her breathing gradually getting heavier. Rohan too saw that he had been caught staring at her legs, but what surprised him was that Archana was not trying to cover it or change her position. Rohan had always had a sense of respect for Archana because she was always so nice to him, but he couldn't deny the fact that she was a very attractive woman and would be desired by any man including himself.
Rohan could feel himself getting stiffer in his crotch. His wife did shave her legs, but they weren't as nearly good looking as the woman in front of his eyes. He had jerked off in the past thinking about Archana but he had never had any intentions of doing anything in real life.
"I should get going." he said as he got up.
"I hope you liked it." said Archana, a grin on her face.
"What?" asked Rohan in a little startled voice
"The tea. I hope you liked the tea." replied Archana, smiling wider, as she caught him off guard. She hands him Mohit's lunch bag
"Oh, haha...Yes it was great as always madam." said Rohan in a relieved voice as he takes the bag and quickly heads out.
As Archana closes the door she immediately runs to the bedroom. Slipping out of her robe, she pulls her panties down to find what she expected. Her pussy looked like it was flooded with a huge patch on her panties and the aroma of her juices immediately filling the room. She wastes no time as she began to touch herself.
Her eyes close and her thoughts take her to another world. A world where she had Rohan on her bed, on top of herself, between her legs, and more. Soon enough she was panting hard, her toes curled and her eyes clenched close as she experienced a strong orgasm. She looked at the ceiling fan once more, there was no guilt or shame on her mind as a grin appeared on her face. She had made a decision.
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The bed creaks were the only available sound on top of Rohan and Vimla's moans. Vimla was on all fours as Rohan was taking her from behind. The sound of their skin slapping on each other getting louder with every passing moment. Rohan had his eyes closed, possibly trying to imagine another woman in the place of his wife. Vimla was a short woman, dark-skinned, chubby with 34c cups packed on her chest.
After a few minutes, Rohan grabbed her hips tightly, holding himself still as he began pumping his cum in her. Panting hard, he lays on his back on the bed. Vimla goes to clean herself up and joins him back in the bed. For Vimla, sex was something that she only performed for her husband. She did not have any expectations, nor did she ask any questions whenever her husband initiated it. Rohan found this a little annoying as he was a person with a very high sex drive. He was proud of his manhood and knew his stamina was better than most Indian men. Even though his wife had no complaints about him, he was really upset because of the lack of interest she showed in his efforts. He would experiment with moves, positions and recently even got her a nice dress, but for Vimla sex remained a chore.
But even Vimla could tell that something was different today, Rohan's passion was through the roof in the way he initiated and finished sex. She had no clue what had triggered him that morning but she wasn't curious about it either. Both of them were soon asleep as he had to be up early for the next day's work. Even though Rohan was just a driver, their financial condition was not too bad and Vimla didn't need to work to sustain them like other people around them, which was satisfactory enough for Vimla.
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Archana opened her eyes as she saw the clock flashing 6:30, she slowly got up and stretched herself. On her right was Mohit still asleep. Her face broke into a smile as she started thinking about what happened last night. Mohit came twice in a night while jerking himself as he heard Archana paint a detailed picture of what had happened. There was nothing sexual about the encounter between Archana and Rohan, but she had caught him staring and enjoying the view of her bare legs. This was enough for Mohit as he began to ask question after question, trying to extract everything from her wife about her thoughts, her reaction, and what went through her mind when she masturbated.
Mohit was now almost certain that she would be tempted to take things up a notch, but it would be awkward for her to bring this up herself. So, he had made an excuse about having a meeting in another city over the weekend, to which he would be leaving the next day. Archana was not suspicious about it, but the last moment announcement did make her look at him twice. She didn't mind as she was more comfortable exploring things alone. She didn't even know yet what would she do, or if she would do anything at all.
The bags were packed and Rohan was on time to take Mohit to the airport. As Rohan was loading the bags in the car, Mohit quickly slipped back inside and pulled Archana to the bedroom, out of Rohan's sight for a few moments of kissing.
"Do you think something would happen in my absence?" asks Mohit as his hands begin to play with Archana's breasts
"I don't know." said Archana followed by a gasp
"I am just a phone call away if you want to talk." he says and kisses her on her lips.
