Authors note : (It would be a good idea to read the previous 2 chapters of this story. Even if you don't you ll still enjoy this. The story contains some very Indian words and references, however any one can understand it. The story follows me and my now hot wife Kritika and how shameless she is about being out with her Bull/ Ex in PUBLIC! leaving me in a pool of cuckold angst)
Both of us just stared at each other...unsure of what to say.
Kritika had fucked her beefy ex Prathamesh last night. Well fucked would be an understatement. Got completely ravaged would be the correct term. When she returned to our hotel room, I had licked his cum out of her pussy in the frenzy of lust. The next day after a day of normal couple roaming around in Goa, she had given me my first ruined orgasm while making me moan her ex's name. Though it took months to build up to, my wife had gone from being a shared hotwife to a cuckoldress in the span of just one night.
As if that progression wasn't fast enough, a package was sent to our room soon after my ruined orgasm and our meditational kiss. It was a risqué black bikini sent by Prathamesh who was staying in the beachside villa of the resort we were in. Now Kritika had worn two piece bikinis before when we were touring outside India. As she held this one straight out of the package, I could see that this one was a designer type -- black one piece that tied behind the neck and was completely open, down to her ass. The risqué' part however was the neck that went as deep as the navel and it also had a see through lining along the deep neck plunge which I hoped would end just before her nipples. Somehow the bikini was more attention seeking than a two piece.
What was more disturbing than the bikini was the note sent by HIM with it.
'Hope you liked my gift. Wear it and join me for a drink by the poolside.'
No 'if you can' or 'Please'. Just a plain and simple order.
We had talked about fucking in the room...nothing about both of them being out in public. I didn't know how to feel about it.
Kritika looked at me and could see I was visibly disturbed. I did not know if I should allow this or not. She smiled at me and came near to kiss me on the cheek. I almost moved away from the kiss.
"Awww...what happened?"
I looked into those hazel eyes which wore the shroud of innocence but could easily throw it off in a second.
"Well..I don't know how to feel about this.."
"About what? Me wearing this bikini? I have worn much sexier clothes. "
"Well...not exactly that..I dunno about you going out for a drink with him...in PUBLIC!"
"I have been for drink with before we decided to do this holiday. Also, you are welcome to join. It's not like HE prohibited it.." The shroud of innocence was gone. Her hand caressed my tired but somehow still excited dick. Clearly my dick and my brain were not on the same wavelength.
"I..I don't think I want to. We didn't talk about any public stuff.." I managed to respond.
"What public stuff? It's not like am gonna give him a BJ by the poolside. I won't even give YOU a BJ by the poolside. It's just a drink."
My dick was starting to get hard again by her caressing. My previous relationships had always taught me to be very cautious with trusting women. I didn't wanna feel like I was losing control.
"I don't want you to go. "
"But why? You haven't given me a good answer. As I said, you are welcome to join. HE's not gonna bite. Biting is reserved for me..."
She said teasingly but the thumping in my mind was taking control. I shrugged her off and looked outside the balcony. The sun was setting low, the lights of the resort were coming on... people mostly foreigners were exiting the pool to lie by the poolside chairs for a drink. In most of our fights, I was usually the one to apologize first. This time however, after letting her enjoy such a transgressive experience, I wanted her to be a bit grateful.
"Ok. You can sit here if you don't wanna join. Just gonna be back in 15-20 minutes." She said casually and went into the bathroom to change.
By that time, the thumping in my head had turned to a headache. HOW COULD SHE DO THIS?! DIDNT SHE KNOW ABOUT MY PAST?! WAS I LOSING HER?! WAS LETTING HER FUCK HER EX A MISTAKE?! I stood there swirling the storm of doubts and questions. The doubt was being replaced by anger.
I was shaking out of my stupor of hatred by the opening of the bathroom door. I stood staring at her.
Kritika had tied her long waist length brownish hair in a single pony tail. Perhaps to highlight her milky back clearly visible in the bikini. I could still the tapestry of nail and bite marks made by HIM last night on her milky back. I hoped they won't be visible in the evening light outside. She turned around to look at me and I could see she had bright red whore lipstick on, along with some light make up. The plunging neckline towards her navel highlighted her busty figure and her curvaceous waist. Even in my disturbed state I couldn't help but stare for a second.
"Look honey, you sure you don't wanna come?" She asked with what seemed like genuine concern.
I was angered by the audacity of this bitch. My loving caring wife turning into a cruel mistress I could handle. But her turning into a apathetic cold bitch was something else.
I looked at her with as much anger I could...wanting to smack her left right and centre. I held myself back and choose not to answer.
"No?..okay. See you in 15." She said as she put on black stiletto heels and walked out the door swaying her ass.
I wanted to scream and cry. There were almost tears in my eyes. What had I done wrong? I was also angry. I could have punched a hole through a concrete wall.
From the balcony I had a good view of the pool. I could see her ex Prathamesh was already there lounging on a beach chair. He was of course in black swimming shorts that showed off his excellent beefy physique...toned abs, muscular thighs, bulked up shoulders without appearing too much like those creepy Mr. Universe types. He sat there sipping a beer with a smile on his face. I was always jealous of him but looking at him now I felt like hitting him in the face with a hammer.
I remembered the things Kritika had told me about how Alpha he was when they were in a relationship back in college. Coming from an Indian middle class background, they had never had sex..sexual intercourse that is. But he always liked giving orders and she always liked following them. She told me once when in college, he had been outside her apartment late at night. He had called her and asked her to come out naked in the balcony. After much hestitation 19 year old Kritika had stepped out in the middle of the cold night wrapped in nothing but a blanket. Only when he came in her view....she had dropped it. Given him a twirl and ran back in clutching the blanket. Signs of a submissive slut if there were any.
The incident was always a favourite scenario of mine while jerking off. Now it made me angry. How was she after so many years still listening to his orders?! Was I not 'Alpha' enough for her? I wasn't the typical submissive in any sense. I understood submission and domination equally well. I had made a lot of girls dance to my tune before...including my wife. Things had really changed.
I watched Kritika walk towards him with almost a pronounced gait to her ass. It was almost as if she was giving him a show. As she sat down beside him, even in the amber evening light I could see their skin contrast. Kritika had a typical buttery fair Brahmin girl complexion. While I was on the slightly browner side of the scale, Prathamesh was proper dusky. Evident of the traditionally 'lower ' castes, the colour and the caste contrast were both a taboo and a turn on for me and my wife. Even in my state of despair, their skin contrast especially in the yellow bulb lighting was as alluring as interracial porn.
I could have easily watched him pound the fuck out of her ass as she begged him for more. I couldn't watch them chat and laugh in public. I was looking for a sexual adventure not a love triangle. I went back into the room, lest I decide to make a public scene or worst...a fight out of this. There was whisky on the counter. I made myself a large on-the-rocks. I needed to handle this properly when she came back. I sat on the bed staring blankly at the shut down TV.
Curiosity got the better of me, as I went back to the balcony again. Maybe it was the whisky but a part of me wished I had been the confident husband who joined them at the table. Perhaps my anger had made me look weak and irritating. Whether submissive or dominant, a woman may enjoy both kinds of men...but no women likes a whiny little bitch. I tried to look at the other hot firang girls in bikinis sitting to have a drink by the poolside. But me eyes were drawn to my desi wife and her ex chatting.
She was now sipping a glass of wine, listening to what he had to say...tucking a strand of hair behind her ear- the universal sign of a girl blushing. He casually put his hand lightly on her thigh and I could visibly see her move as if uncomfortable. Maybe it was the whisky but this was somehow turning me on. I was still angry but his dark rough hand on her meaty buttery thigh was a scene to behold. I could only imagine how their marathon sex session would have looked last night. I thought of all the fun we could have ended but my bitch wife wanted to act over-smart.
I made myself another drink and walked back out. They were both staring at me and talking. Were they joking about me? Talking behind my back? Fuck, they could have done it in front of me and maybe I would have enjoyed it...but this was irritating. I hadn't ever met Prathamesh in person though every cuckolding guide told me I was supposed to meet the bull before I let my wife with him. I figured it would be too awkward since him being her ex and all. We had only exchanged messages once or twice. Once from him to confirm I was okay with this. Twice to definitely confirm I was okay with him fucking my wife. He seemed good enough. Didn't make fun of me or make it awkward. But this was definitely making it more than awkward.
His hand was higher on her thigh and she was blushing like a 16 year old on her first date. He whispered something in her ear and at once I could see her in a dilemma situation. She was smiling initially but looked at me through what I could assume from this distance was concern. I was transfixed, I didn't know what was about to happen. Something in me did. She looked at me with concern and looked almost for a solid minute straight into his eyes intensely. He didn't blink. She took the glass of wine on the table and gulped it in one go. He raised his pint of beer to me with a smile. I thought he had crossed some line and she was finally done with him and coming back. I raised my glass almost instinctively from the balcony.
Then it happened. He put his hand on her cheek, then slowly slid it to the back of her neck. She looked at me for one small second and closed her eyes. He moved his big thick lips on top of her red juicy ones. They kissed. Not a peck. Not a small kiss. A big kiss. The passionate lover kind. The kind she had never given me in public. I stood there shocked. My glass somehow still up in the air. I could see from this distance their mouths opened and their tongues wrestling. Even the foreigners around who had no clue of their relationship were looking and smiling. Her ring finger covered hand went up his tattoed bicep..barely able to grip even a half of it. Their mouths turned and for what felt like an eternity they kissed lost in ecstasy. My wife and her ex Bf kissed liked a passionate couple in public while I watched from the balcony.
Kritika shamelessly went on..while Prathamesh tried sliding his hand to her boob. Finally she broke the kiss. Not with a jerk...but slowly. Even I could feel the electricity between them in spite of the anger. She waited a good few seconds trying to reclaim her breath. She smiled and presumably said good bye to him. She started walking towards the room bouncing on her toes excitedly. Wiping her lips and trying hard to wipe the grin off her face. He just sat there while he sat casually drinking a beer taking in a view of her ass. I came in to the room and smashed the whisky glass against the wall.
This was a mistake. A big one. Kritika belonged to me. That milky curvy slut was MINE. MINE to share or not share. We had decided to have an adventure. WE being the key part. If I wasn't onboard she shouldn't have gone and had a drink. Let alone kiss him in public in front of me like that. I didn't care if they arrested me. I was going to hit her. Hard. Their lips intermingling like two beasts doing a mating dance...I wanted to spank her. Hard. His rough hand casually on her thigh...I wanted to bite that thigh. Hard. I noticed I was HARD.
The minute she opened the room door, I could see she was shaking a bit. Perhaps from the daring public encounter or perhaps when she looked at me. I was literally heaving up and down like a raging bull. I may be a cuck at times...but I was heavy in my own right. She didn't know how to respond to me. I looked at her thighs where his hand had been. Her deep Madhuri Dixit like navel showcased in this bikini that arrogant bastard Prathamesh had brought her. Those boobs which he wanted to crush...and then finally my eyes landed on her red lips. Red not just because of the lipstick...but because of the mauling they had been through at HIS mercy. I noticed her lipstick was in smudged, the way it is after a really sloppy kiss.
