We were planning to go to a discotheque to celebrate the New Year. Rahul was planning to tag along since Rohini couldn't make it due to her pregnancy. The plan was to go out and have a nice ball and then come back and stay at our place. Rahul was planning to go home the next day. But now, it was clear that he would be able to sample Mansi's charms at our house before we move to their place.
"When do you plan to do it?" I asked.
"After we return home from our outing," she said.
"You need to hit the bed early," she added.
"May I request a favor?" she asked.
"What?"
"Could you sleep in the guest room tomorrow night?"
"It wouldn't be comfortable for us sleeping on the single bed," she said.
"I don't mind," I replied, "But wouldn't that be odd?" I asked.
"Not if you do it right?" she responded.
"If you pretend to be drunk and half asleep as we return then it isn't hard to believe that you enter the very first bedroom and hit the bed."
"Subconsciously, Rahul would know that you approve of him spending the night with your wife, in your marital bed."
"In other words, you accept me being his mistress and enjoy his fucking," she added.
"It would be best if you take a sleeping pill before you hit the bed," she suggested.
I was surprised by Mansi's plan and admired Rohini for her ability to brainwash Mansi into becoming Rahul's mistress. I wondered if this arrangement was only till the point we stayed at their place. I wouldn't mind if our sex life improved tremendously as a consequence of this, though.
Cut to the New Year day, I woke up with a massive headache. My cell phone was ringing -- the call was from Rahul's place. It was 3:00 in the afternoon -- it was 3:00 pm in the afternoon. I checked where Mansi and Rahul were -- Mansi was fast asleep in the master bedroom and Rahul, it seemed, had left. I answered the phone; it was Rohini.
"Are you up," sleepy head she responded to my "hello?"
"Wish you a very happy new year," she said.
"Wish you the same," I replied.
"Congratulations!"
"Your wife is officially Rahul's mistress now," she said excitedly.
"And you owe me one more favor," she said.
"No, she became mistress after the new year," I countered her.
"Do you forget the new year smooch?" she asked making it clear that Rahul had shared the details with her already.
"But he didn't consummate sex with her until in the New Year," I complained.
"Does that little technical detail matter," she asked jokingly.
"Isn't it proof enough that your wife swaps saliva with Rahul in front of everyone as we enter the new millennium?" she asked.
"Shouldn't she be in your arms at that moment?" she reasoned.
She was right, Mansi had accepted the idea much before she enacted on it. So, technically or otherwise Rohini had won the bet and hence I conceded defeat.
"I will collect the favors once you folks move here," she said.
"I am sure, we would have lot of time alone," she added.
"Would you mind sharing the details of what happened on the dance floor," I asked.
"I couldn't tell what they were talking about," I said.
"I will but at an appropriate time," she replied.
"Did you take the sleeping pills?" she asked.
So, Rohini had suggested the idea of sleeping pills to Mansi. Moreover, we never had sleeping pills at home, so Mansi had made a trip to purchase them at Longs. However, Rohini wasn't aware that I had cleverly avoided taking the pill though Mansi herself handed me two pills with a glass of water and instructed me to take it immediately in her presence. I carefully avoided it and eaves dropped on their session. I, however, didn't want to share this with Rohini.
"Yes, I did and so I am waking up just now!" I replied calmly.
"What is Mansi doing?" she asked.
"Asleep?"
"She needs rest!" she said mockingly.
"Go easy on her tonight," Rohini suggested, "use your tongue as much as you can," she added jokingly.
"Do that a few days until she gets used to his size," she said.
"Was she able to accommodate him," I eagerly asked although I knew the answer.
"Yes, with a little bit of difficulty," she responded.
"Did Mansi offer a new year kiss last night?" she asked.
"To whom?" I asked confused by her question.
"You!" "Who else?" was her quick response.
"No, I just managed a peck," I said dejectedly.
"Why do you ask?" I asked wondering the motivation behind her question.
"Never mind," she said and bid goodbye to me.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
"When do you plan to do it?" I asked.
"After we return home from our outing," she said.
"You need to hit the bed early," she added.
"May I request a favor?" she asked.
"What?"
"Could you sleep in the guest room tomorrow night?"
"It wouldn't be comfortable for us sleeping on the single bed," she said.
"I don't mind," I replied, "But wouldn't that be odd?" I asked.
"Not if you do it right?" she responded.
"If you pretend to be drunk and half asleep as we return then it isn't hard to believe that you enter the very first bedroom and hit the bed."
"Subconsciously, Rahul would know that you approve of him spending the night with your wife, in your marital bed."
"In other words, you accept me being his mistress and enjoy his fucking," she added.
"It would be best if you take a sleeping pill before you hit the bed," she suggested.
I was surprised by Mansi's plan and admired Rohini for her ability to brainwash Mansi into becoming Rahul's mistress. I wondered if this arrangement was only till the point we stayed at their place. I wouldn't mind if our sex life improved tremendously as a consequence of this, though.
Cut to the New Year day, I woke up with a massive headache. My cell phone was ringing -- the call was from Rahul's place. It was 3:00 in the afternoon -- it was 3:00 pm in the afternoon. I checked where Mansi and Rahul were -- Mansi was fast asleep in the master bedroom and Rahul, it seemed, had left. I answered the phone; it was Rohini.
"Are you up," sleepy head she responded to my "hello?"
"Wish you a very happy new year," she said.
"Wish you the same," I replied.
"Congratulations!"
"Your wife is officially Rahul's mistress now," she said excitedly.
"And you owe me one more favor," she said.
"No, she became mistress after the new year," I countered her.
"Do you forget the new year smooch?" she asked making it clear that Rahul had shared the details with her already.
"But he didn't consummate sex with her until in the New Year," I complained.
"Does that little technical detail matter," she asked jokingly.
"Isn't it proof enough that your wife swaps saliva with Rahul in front of everyone as we enter the new millennium?" she asked.
"Shouldn't she be in your arms at that moment?" she reasoned.
She was right, Mansi had accepted the idea much before she enacted on it. So, technically or otherwise Rohini had won the bet and hence I conceded defeat.
"I will collect the favors once you folks move here," she said.
"I am sure, we would have lot of time alone," she added.
"Would you mind sharing the details of what happened on the dance floor," I asked.
"I couldn't tell what they were talking about," I said.
"I will but at an appropriate time," she replied.
"Did you take the sleeping pills?" she asked.
So, Rohini had suggested the idea of sleeping pills to Mansi. Moreover, we never had sleeping pills at home, so Mansi had made a trip to purchase them at Longs. However, Rohini wasn't aware that I had cleverly avoided taking the pill though Mansi herself handed me two pills with a glass of water and instructed me to take it immediately in her presence. I carefully avoided it and eaves dropped on their session. I, however, didn't want to share this with Rohini.
"Yes, I did and so I am waking up just now!" I replied calmly.
"What is Mansi doing?" she asked.
"Asleep?"
"She needs rest!" she said mockingly.
"Go easy on her tonight," Rohini suggested, "use your tongue as much as you can," she added jokingly.
"Do that a few days until she gets used to his size," she said.
"Was she able to accommodate him," I eagerly asked although I knew the answer.
"Yes, with a little bit of difficulty," she responded.
"Did Mansi offer a new year kiss last night?" she asked.
"To whom?" I asked confused by her question.
"You!" "Who else?" was her quick response.
"No, I just managed a peck," I said dejectedly.
"Why do you ask?" I asked wondering the motivation behind her question.
"Never mind," she said and bid goodbye to me.
(TO BE CONTINUED)