I quickly moved into our bedroom and waited for Mahuya to return. She wasn't long. Mahuya was sound asleep after her brief interlude with RajivJi this morning. However, the comparison between RajivJi and me were playing in my head. I wondered if she praised RajivJi only to make him feel better? Did she really find that disgusting guy so attractive? Why didn't she let him know that conceiving from him was out of question? Could she even contemplate of conceiving from such a nasty guy? All these questions were popping in my mind while Mahuya was sound asleep after her morning rendezvous with RajivJi.
I felt our sex life was great and bringing another male into our relationship was only to add some excitement to our lives. I still couldn't quite comprehend why she chose him in the first place. He is not at all attractive and I wonder how she smooches him. While my dick does get excited by the visions of them swapping saliva, my conscientious mind despises me for getting excited about it. I started to wonder if she had purposely chosen him as a mate to humiliate me. He was gifted with a majestic cock, though, and I admire Mahuya's instincts in picking up such a well-endowed guy. At the same time I wondered if size mattered at all? The sounds I heard this morning were something very different from what I am used to. But then it could also be that she was feeling slight discomfort due to his excessive size.
thought the orgasms were a result of the novelty and forbidden factor of the sessions between RajivJi and her. I conjured up numerous arguments to counter RajivJi's superiority in the sex department. How could such a physically unfit and aged person be better than a man in thirties? He harbored a potbelly and never exercised so it made me wonder if he really was that good. On the other hand, I was fit and trim and had a decent sized cock. More importantly, my wife, till now, never complained about my performance in the bedroom.
The more I thought of it the more I agonized over who was better in bed for Mahuya. Given a choice whom would she prefer to have sex with? Would she prefer to conceive from RajivJi given a choice? I knew these were difficult questions to answer but without getting an answer my mind wouldn't rest in peace.
Next day, I wanted to confront her regarding her preference in this matter. I knew I was impatient and always messed up things in a hurry to settle scores. So, I retreated to my study room after breakfast to think over it at length before I broached up the topic with her. I was working from home that day.
Around noon, I came up with a brilliant idea that would put rest to my doubts - one way or another. I wanted to get an honest opinion from Mahuya - if she would have crossed the line to conceive from RajivJi were there no societal restrictions. I had to involve her in the conversation before I broached up this sensitive issue, though. I had to bring it up inconspicuously but with some seriousness to get an honest answer from her.
Post lunch, I moved to our study room to work on some pending items from office and Mahuya was feeding Tushar in our bedroom. It wasn't long before Mahuya joined me in the study room. We were both fresh as we had lots of sleep in the night after our frantic sex which didn't last for long.
I was working on my laptop while Mahuya was applying skin lotion to her legs on the sofa next too my study table. The sight was incredible - Her hands gliding over her slender long legs with some trace of body hair, a sign of virility in Indian women. Unlike other Indian women she was fairly tall and wasn't bulky, although after Tushar she did put on some weight but that only added to her voluptuousness. Her body showed no signs of motherhood but the signs that RajivJi left were still showing clearly – couple of hickeys on her neck.
She was lost in thought and didn't notice that I was watching her. I asked, "What are you thinking?" waking her up from her reverie.
"Ah," she responded coming out of her thoughts. As our eyes met her smile widened and her rosy lips made way for her perfect white teeth. It was a smile that could captivate any man. I couldn't imagine how lucky RajivJi must have been to not only those lovely lips but also penetrate them with his dick.
"Nothing. Just thinking how much our relationship has matured in the past 4 years," she said after a pregnant pause.
Indeed we had matured marvelously into a perfectly happy couple; a startling contrast to Indian marriages, which were usually punctuated with numerous fights and separations. Our marriage had been rock solid. It was, perhaps, this faith in our relationship that gave us the courage to charter into such a forbidden territory. Such kind of experimentation is uncommon in India, if not rare. I was sure she was referring to this bold step of ours with that remark.
"Did you think I would live your fantasy some day," she asked me.
"Actually, no. But you see hope never dies," I said smiling back to her.
"Even I never thought I could live "our" fantasy," she said with clear emphasis on "our" part.
"So, it finally became your fantasy too," I said hinting towards my persistence that broke her resolve.
"Yes your constant persuasion made me contemplate about it and I enjoyed the thought of being center of attraction," she said
"You were pretty happy with it being a fantasy though," I said taking the credit for the new turn our relationship had taken.
"Yes I was," she said and then added after some thought, "But the erotic stories that we read on the Internet were too enticing."
"Were you as keen to live the fantasy, though," I asked
"Not as keen but I was excited at the prospect of being penetrated by someone else," she added bringing sexual overtone to our conversation. I was happy the way conversation was progressing.
"Since when did you start contemplating living our fantasy?"
"Don't exactly remember but it was definitely after Tushar's birth."
"I remember," I said and paused for a thought and added, "I had started pursuing this very aggressively after Tushar's birth. I felt we should live our fantasies before our children grew up."
"Actually, it wasn't because of your constant pressure. That I could handle," she said and then after collecting her thoughts she added meekly, "It was more because somebody pursued me very aggressively after Tushar's birth," countering me.
"Who that lecher RajivJi?" I asked. A rhetorical question, though. Her pouted lips partly opened to answer me but then she opted to just nod.
"I guess after giving birth to Tushar I transformed into a complete woman," she clarified.
It was true that Tushar's birth had transformed her from a girl into woman. She looks like a woman in her prime and fertile enough to deliver a cricket team.
"A woman, who could awaken RajivJi's desires after a long period of celibacy.
"A woman, whom he couldn't let just pass by!" she exclaimed patting herself for driving a 45-year old to pursue her so aggressively that she had no choice but to succumb to his advances.
"Well, I wouldn't blame him," I said agreeing with her views as I moved to the sofa and sat astride behind her, gently embracing her from behind.
"Anybody who gets close to you would have such an urge. Moreover you indeed have transformed into a much desirable woman," I said in a playful tone moving her hands towards her magnificent breasts.
"Oh! Stop it," Mahuya said brushing aside my compliments and my hands.
"I really mean it!" I said almost pleading but this time my hands just besides her.
"In just one year you have gone back to your original shape. No one could tell that you have a 1-year old son," I said justifying my compliments.
"Anyway, his relentless pursuit broke my resolve and I gave in to his advances that day."
"It wasn't as if there were no conversations with sexual innuendos earlier."
"But that night desire and opportunity were at a peak and I offered him the much awaited kiss," she added as she got from her seat and took the opposite seat on the chair.
"And then nature took its course," I completed her sentence smiling.
"I had to succumb to his advances that night as otherwise it would have sent a strong negative signal to him," she elaborated.
The opportunity was there. I was in an inebriated state and was quite unlikely to wake up from that state of drunken stupor. However, I was not quite sure what she meant by her desire being at peak. So, I asked, "Understandably the opportunity was there but what exactly do you mean by your desire being at peak?"
I could see Mahuya blush in response to my innocuous question. I noticed her beautiful eyelashes and her deep dark brown eyes as she stole glances at me while staring at our well-polished marble floor. Her cheeks were visibly red – a sign of excitement and embarrassment.
"Don't ask such a naive question, RAVI?" she pleaded.
I was completely clueless and didn't know what she meant. So, I asked, "What?" I exclaimed not knowing how to respond.
"Aren't you aware how excitable women are that time of the month?" she meekly responded lowering her eyelids.
I wasn't quite sure what she was hinting at. Was she talking about her menstrual period? I was lost in thought trying to understand what she implied to which she responded, "What?" Looking into my eyes initially playfully but then guessing that I had no clue what she was talking about she almost yelled,
"Ravi, I was in the middle of fertile period, damn it!"
It was very surprising that although, her talk about breeding with RajivJi tremendously excited me, I couldn't figure out such a no-brainer even after getting an hint. More importantly, it dawned on me that her periods must have started very recently.
She didn't have her periods since Tushar's birth till now due to her constant breastfeeding, which acts as a natural contraceptive. I am sure she was neither ovulating as she got it tested couple of months back due to her concern about her periods not starting even after 10 months.
I felt our sex life was great and bringing another male into our relationship was only to add some excitement to our lives. I still couldn't quite comprehend why she chose him in the first place. He is not at all attractive and I wonder how she smooches him. While my dick does get excited by the visions of them swapping saliva, my conscientious mind despises me for getting excited about it. I started to wonder if she had purposely chosen him as a mate to humiliate me. He was gifted with a majestic cock, though, and I admire Mahuya's instincts in picking up such a well-endowed guy. At the same time I wondered if size mattered at all? The sounds I heard this morning were something very different from what I am used to. But then it could also be that she was feeling slight discomfort due to his excessive size.
thought the orgasms were a result of the novelty and forbidden factor of the sessions between RajivJi and her. I conjured up numerous arguments to counter RajivJi's superiority in the sex department. How could such a physically unfit and aged person be better than a man in thirties? He harbored a potbelly and never exercised so it made me wonder if he really was that good. On the other hand, I was fit and trim and had a decent sized cock. More importantly, my wife, till now, never complained about my performance in the bedroom.
The more I thought of it the more I agonized over who was better in bed for Mahuya. Given a choice whom would she prefer to have sex with? Would she prefer to conceive from RajivJi given a choice? I knew these were difficult questions to answer but without getting an answer my mind wouldn't rest in peace.
Next day, I wanted to confront her regarding her preference in this matter. I knew I was impatient and always messed up things in a hurry to settle scores. So, I retreated to my study room after breakfast to think over it at length before I broached up the topic with her. I was working from home that day.
Around noon, I came up with a brilliant idea that would put rest to my doubts - one way or another. I wanted to get an honest opinion from Mahuya - if she would have crossed the line to conceive from RajivJi were there no societal restrictions. I had to involve her in the conversation before I broached up this sensitive issue, though. I had to bring it up inconspicuously but with some seriousness to get an honest answer from her.
Post lunch, I moved to our study room to work on some pending items from office and Mahuya was feeding Tushar in our bedroom. It wasn't long before Mahuya joined me in the study room. We were both fresh as we had lots of sleep in the night after our frantic sex which didn't last for long.
I was working on my laptop while Mahuya was applying skin lotion to her legs on the sofa next too my study table. The sight was incredible - Her hands gliding over her slender long legs with some trace of body hair, a sign of virility in Indian women. Unlike other Indian women she was fairly tall and wasn't bulky, although after Tushar she did put on some weight but that only added to her voluptuousness. Her body showed no signs of motherhood but the signs that RajivJi left were still showing clearly – couple of hickeys on her neck.
She was lost in thought and didn't notice that I was watching her. I asked, "What are you thinking?" waking her up from her reverie.
"Ah," she responded coming out of her thoughts. As our eyes met her smile widened and her rosy lips made way for her perfect white teeth. It was a smile that could captivate any man. I couldn't imagine how lucky RajivJi must have been to not only those lovely lips but also penetrate them with his dick.
"Nothing. Just thinking how much our relationship has matured in the past 4 years," she said after a pregnant pause.
Indeed we had matured marvelously into a perfectly happy couple; a startling contrast to Indian marriages, which were usually punctuated with numerous fights and separations. Our marriage had been rock solid. It was, perhaps, this faith in our relationship that gave us the courage to charter into such a forbidden territory. Such kind of experimentation is uncommon in India, if not rare. I was sure she was referring to this bold step of ours with that remark.
"Did you think I would live your fantasy some day," she asked me.
"Actually, no. But you see hope never dies," I said smiling back to her.
"Even I never thought I could live "our" fantasy," she said with clear emphasis on "our" part.
"So, it finally became your fantasy too," I said hinting towards my persistence that broke her resolve.
"Yes your constant persuasion made me contemplate about it and I enjoyed the thought of being center of attraction," she said
"You were pretty happy with it being a fantasy though," I said taking the credit for the new turn our relationship had taken.
"Yes I was," she said and then added after some thought, "But the erotic stories that we read on the Internet were too enticing."
"Were you as keen to live the fantasy, though," I asked
"Not as keen but I was excited at the prospect of being penetrated by someone else," she added bringing sexual overtone to our conversation. I was happy the way conversation was progressing.
"Since when did you start contemplating living our fantasy?"
"Don't exactly remember but it was definitely after Tushar's birth."
"I remember," I said and paused for a thought and added, "I had started pursuing this very aggressively after Tushar's birth. I felt we should live our fantasies before our children grew up."
"Actually, it wasn't because of your constant pressure. That I could handle," she said and then after collecting her thoughts she added meekly, "It was more because somebody pursued me very aggressively after Tushar's birth," countering me.
"Who that lecher RajivJi?" I asked. A rhetorical question, though. Her pouted lips partly opened to answer me but then she opted to just nod.
"I guess after giving birth to Tushar I transformed into a complete woman," she clarified.
It was true that Tushar's birth had transformed her from a girl into woman. She looks like a woman in her prime and fertile enough to deliver a cricket team.
"A woman, who could awaken RajivJi's desires after a long period of celibacy.
"A woman, whom he couldn't let just pass by!" she exclaimed patting herself for driving a 45-year old to pursue her so aggressively that she had no choice but to succumb to his advances.
"Well, I wouldn't blame him," I said agreeing with her views as I moved to the sofa and sat astride behind her, gently embracing her from behind.
"Anybody who gets close to you would have such an urge. Moreover you indeed have transformed into a much desirable woman," I said in a playful tone moving her hands towards her magnificent breasts.
"Oh! Stop it," Mahuya said brushing aside my compliments and my hands.
"I really mean it!" I said almost pleading but this time my hands just besides her.
"In just one year you have gone back to your original shape. No one could tell that you have a 1-year old son," I said justifying my compliments.
"Anyway, his relentless pursuit broke my resolve and I gave in to his advances that day."
"It wasn't as if there were no conversations with sexual innuendos earlier."
"But that night desire and opportunity were at a peak and I offered him the much awaited kiss," she added as she got from her seat and took the opposite seat on the chair.
"And then nature took its course," I completed her sentence smiling.
"I had to succumb to his advances that night as otherwise it would have sent a strong negative signal to him," she elaborated.
The opportunity was there. I was in an inebriated state and was quite unlikely to wake up from that state of drunken stupor. However, I was not quite sure what she meant by her desire being at peak. So, I asked, "Understandably the opportunity was there but what exactly do you mean by your desire being at peak?"
I could see Mahuya blush in response to my innocuous question. I noticed her beautiful eyelashes and her deep dark brown eyes as she stole glances at me while staring at our well-polished marble floor. Her cheeks were visibly red – a sign of excitement and embarrassment.
"Don't ask such a naive question, RAVI?" she pleaded.
I was completely clueless and didn't know what she meant. So, I asked, "What?" I exclaimed not knowing how to respond.
"Aren't you aware how excitable women are that time of the month?" she meekly responded lowering her eyelids.
I wasn't quite sure what she was hinting at. Was she talking about her menstrual period? I was lost in thought trying to understand what she implied to which she responded, "What?" Looking into my eyes initially playfully but then guessing that I had no clue what she was talking about she almost yelled,
"Ravi, I was in the middle of fertile period, damn it!"
It was very surprising that although, her talk about breeding with RajivJi tremendously excited me, I couldn't figure out such a no-brainer even after getting an hint. More importantly, it dawned on me that her periods must have started very recently.
She didn't have her periods since Tushar's birth till now due to her constant breastfeeding, which acts as a natural contraceptive. I am sure she was neither ovulating as she got it tested couple of months back due to her concern about her periods not starting even after 10 months.