Author's note -
This part is a continuation of my series win win sin about intercaste taboo cuckolding. You would enjoy it more if you read the previous chapters. The story contains some very Indian social terms but can be enjoyed by anyone. Also, the story is not intended to offend any caste in particular and is meant only as an exploration of social taboos through erotica.
"We don't want this if you don't..."
Kritika was the only one doing the talking as she very thematically sat on chair between us, as we both sat across the table from each other.
It was a dimly lit booth, in a fairly decent bar. The chair seemed odd there as the booth couches were sufficient for three people. But Kritika felt like she had to be in the middle before taking any sides.
But it wasn't the strategic seating that was getting to me. It was "we" in that sentence. Although she was holding my hands while doing this. I couldn't stop staring at her ex BF Prathamesh who sitting across me. He held his ground, looking assertive but not brash. We had all ordered drinks - Whisky for him, a vodka cocktail for her and a beer for me- they lay on the table untouched.
While I had already conveyed my decision to my wife Kritika in private, one of Prathamesh's conditions was that he wanted to hear it face to face. Whether it was an alpha move or out of genuine concern was something I couldn't make out. As usual, it seemed a bit of both. After all, wanting to spend a mock suhaagraat i.e. wedding night with another man's wife isn't a simple thing to ask for.
Onn a holiday in Goa a few weeks ago, where she and him had fucked for the first time with my consent. Even before allowing that we had never met face to face for this long of a time. It was something I wasn't comfortable with. But seeing him kiss her in public once that too in front of me in Goa, had had its effect. It didn't feel that out of place. After all, I kept hearing his name from mouth whenever we had had sex in the past 5-6 months. Or it was me doing the moaning since Kritika ordered me to since the last few weeks. One of her new rules was that I couldn't cum if I didn't mention his name during sex myself. I was not gonna lie to myself- the taboo thing felt extremely humiliating and hot. The thought got me hard under the table. But I had to keep a clear mind. After all fantasies have their place and reality its own.
Prathamesh looked and finally spoke.
"Look man, it's all fun and games. I know its awkward as hell for you to even sit in front of me. Believe me, I know the pain of seeing your woman with another man..." he stopped for just half of a second to stare at Kritika who was trying hard not to blush...she held my hand tighter.
"..but I understand she's married to you and loves you. This is something we could have done even without your consent...but I don't wanna overstep boundaries. You are a part of this. Because you agreed to this. Unless you agree, nothing happens. If you are not comfortable, we can go back to things were before."
I took a deep breath. I knew that the kinky decision of letting my wife fuck her gym trainer/ex BF has its risks. But it's the risk that makes the kink a kink. Me and Kritika had spent a lot of personal moments together over the last 5 years to let a kink ruin what we had. After all, there's more to love than sex. Besides, I never took a risky decision in life that didn't excite me. This definitely excited me beyond belief. I couldn't go back to how things were before.
"Alright...but on one condition...it can't be in a hotel room or a resort. It has to be in our home. In our bedroom..."
Kritika almost gripped my hand tighter out of shock or perhaps instant excitement. Even Prathamesh looked a but taken aback by my decision to let them have a mock suhagraat in our own home. It meant that my wife would be all dressed up in bridal wear and make up, spending an entire romantic night in a decorated bed...in OUR own bedroom with another man. We all smiled at each other. Prathamesh lifted his glass. We both joined in.
The first two rounds were a bit nervous and we all drank faster than usual. The talk then switched to general friendly subjects, as if a group of friends was sitting and chatting. Two whole pints of beer in a short time made me get up to take a piss. I excused myself and walked to the Men's room. The music, the dim lighting had its effect and I was in a jolly mood.
As I came back from the toilet, I noticed the chair was gone. Kritika sat beside Prathamesh in the booth. Sat would be an understatement. Stuck together with no air passing in between would be appropriate. Even though I couldn't see it, I knew he had his arm around her waist. She was wearing a crop top with a bit of belly showing. I was always a sucker for bare bellies. For the numerous times I had begged her to wear a crop top she had shyly refused. She had worn it for the dinner today. She greeted me with an awkward smile. Prathamesh meanwhile sat back quite confidently. Even with the buzz of the beer, I was angry and angry HARD.
