As the sun rose and a new day began...I dozed off feeling her warmth close to me...my dick still hard but mind weirdly calm for a change. Later I would perhaps wake her up, make her coffee and fuck her senseless first...or perhaps I would eat her again as she narrated the details...What had he planned for her? Did they want to spend the day together? Like a couple? I didn't know how to feel about it. Suddenly her phone rang. Resisting the urge but giving into it, I checked it. It was a Whatsapp message from Prathamesh...
I waited for a few seconds before checking it. We had a simple pact; we would never check each other's phones...and that was before I had given her my express permission to flirt with her ex. But we had also given each other's our phone passwords as well. A balance of trust and discretion.
Kritika's coming back to my room early in the morning after getting thoroughly fucked by her beefy ex Prathamesh just to cuddle with me was beautifully reassuring. Her face had a satiated yet tired look that I have only noticed on newly-wed brides after their first night. Her milky body bore a tapestry of nail and bite marks which were a visual treat. Her dozing off while spooning against my panty covered rock hard dick without telling me the details or offering me at least a hand job was frustratingly awesome.
I had no way of knowing if the denial of my pleasure was intentional. But by her mild snoring that started within minutes of her cuddling against me, I thought perhaps it wasn't. Somewhere in my mind, I was hoping it was. While I had experimented with domination a lot, this level of submission was entirely new to me. It felt something akin to a spiritual experience, to have a goddess like woman who loves you and respects but is willing to dominate you sexually...it felt ethereal. I always felt like Kritika was more interested in the wife-sharing part than the cuckolding part. But I can't deny the twinkle of mischief I saw in her eyes when she teased and denied me.
This was the ultimate tease and denial though, our first-time wife sharing adventure and I would have to wait a few more hours for her to wake up to tell me the details. I had already jerked myself off 2-3 times while waiting for her to come back to our room. But I still wasn't done. I just ate a man's cum, HIS cum out of her pussy while she just moaned, held my head, came for the umpteenth time that night and went back to sleep like it was nothing. I LOVED IT. My dick was growing harder again because of being encased in her dirty light blue panties and to add to it, it was spooned against her meaty ass.
I kept wondering if they had shared any emotional moments...how stupid of me...they were a couple for a few years...of course they must have. Did I even want to know that part? I was mostly invested in the physical details of her hunky alpha male ex and how he used her milky creamy body or so I thought. I 'd be lying to myself if some corner of my mind had only allowed her to play only because it was her ex. There was some comfort there of him not turning out to be a blackmailer as well as some risk of me being side-lined more than I would like. With risk comes excitement. With excitement comes fear. I picked up her phone and opened it to read his message.
"Hey babe, I know we promised no pics or videos. But this shouldn't count. Something for you to always remember" followed by a wink emoji and an audio clip.
My physical body only existed in two places -- my hard pounding heart and the growing erection in the panties. I was afraid whether it was some declaration of love. I mean...maybe that happened...of course to fuck someone even a man needs some emotional connect, women even more so...but did I want to hear it? Is this where I drew the line in our newly discovered openness? I had been cheated on once before marriage. It was not at all a sexual experience but an emotionally devastating one. This time however it was consensual. I had permitted even encouraged my wife to break these taboos. I looked at Kritika who was completely within my arms grip, I downloaded the clip, found the head phones by the bedside counter and listened to it.
There was a slapping noise before I heard deep commanding voice,
"Who do you belong to?!"
All I heard after that were the most ecstatic moans outside of a porn movie. But of genuine ecstasy, not of acting.
"I belong to you!" Kritika's voice pleaded.
Another Slap!
"Who do you belong to bitch?! Say my Name!!"
" I belong to you..aah...I belong to you Pratham!"
I heard him grunt now and her scream.
"Who's your Daddy, slut?!"
"YOU ARE MY DADDY! OOOOHH PRATHAM...PLEASE... TAKE ME!!"
"KEEP TELLING ME! WHO'S YOUR DADDY??!!" The victorious anger and the increasing force were apparent in his voice.
"YOU..AAHHHH.... YOU YOU YOU AND YOU ONLY!!! I BELONG TO YOU PRATHAMMMMMM!!!!" All I heard after were the screams of a mad woman like she was being given electric shocks. I hadn't ever heard her scream with such pain, pleasure and passion. Her song of pure ecstasy was peppered with occasionally uttering HIS name without any further prompting from him...like a crazy devotee singing a worshipping chant to some primal angry god. The clip ended at about half a minute but am sure the screaming went on for much longer than that.
If Kritika was less tired than she was, am sure the gush of blood to my dick nestled against her ass would have awoken her. I otherwise could've waited till she woke up...but after this I needed to calm myself down. With the pounding in my chest, I think I was sweating as well. The marks on her body, the torn clothes, the dried cum on her face were nothing compared to this sign of her being thoroughly owned by HIM. Because of just the voices, it felt even more intimate than a video.
I slowly moved myself out of the covers. Just my hand couldn't silence my dick right now. I went into the bathroom and found a bottle of oil. As I looked into the bathroom mirror, my body as cleanly shaven as a man's could be, wearing my wife's light blue jockey panties with a HUGE cum stain on the front...I felt pathetic and even more horny. I took the panties off poured the oil on my now swollen dick. I stood in over the toilet with my legs wide apart. Put on the 30 second clip again. Closed my eyes and started stroking. Imagining the scenario.
I had heard my wife scream his name many times before. In fact, in the last few months that's all she did when we were in bed. Earlier on my orders, later naturally on her own. But to hear her scream it with such pure unfiltered ecstasy, that too on his orders...my hand was a blur on my dick. My legs almost gave away as I had to hold on to something while I dumped another tired load over the toilet. Usually for intense black out orgasms like this, I preferred lying down before cumming because it makes it easier to go back to sleep. But I didn't even have the patience to go back to the bed at the moment.
I sat on the toilet to recover. My dick had shrunken, tired of the rigorous exercise it had gotten after 2 days of waiting. I was physically tired too but somewhere still horny mentally. I got up and splashed cold water on my face. I had to get out of pervert mode for a while at least. I brushed my teeth and with a much fresher and calmer mind went back to bed.
It was maybe around 11: 00 a.m or so when the Goan sun really started shining in through the white curtains. Kritika was still asleep mildly snoring. I had only seen her this tired after we had been to trek once. I moved the hair from her cheeks and gave her a small peck. She moved a little and muttered a sweet 'good morning' before wiggling back to sleep. I could only imagine the kind of sex she had had last night. Even our most intense BDSM sessions had lasted perhaps an hour or so. Our actual longest fucking might have been 10-15 mins at max. The most I had ever fucked her was 2 rounds. She had been at his place for around 5-6 hours.
Before I could start playing with my imagination and my dick again, I got up and made myself a coffee and drew open the curtains. The change in the light woke her up. Kritika finally got up...the blanket falling from her naked body as she stretched her arms with a yawn. She was a sight to behold...even more so in the daylight. I leaned against a wall drinking in the coffee and her beauty. There were deep red bite marks all over her neck and around her 36b boobs. I could see scratch marks...nay wounds her wrists where red bangles had been last night. The smudged red lipstick still left a fading trace from her lips to her ears. There were still dried spots of cum on her face that I had missed licking up.
By my kinky smile, she recognized what I was looking at...but then noticed the open curtains. The room had a balcony that opened up to the pool and there were rooms across the pool as well. She immediately covered herself, blushing a bit.
"Draw the covers! Am naked!"
