We slept soon after that. Without doubt, this was our best session yet. We had certainly alleviated our relationship to the next level. Mansi understood my desire to have her mate with Rahul and even accepted it as normal behavior. I wondered if she had indeed made out with Rahul in our laundry room. Our laundry room is secluded and hence that couldn't be ruled out. It was possible that she could have offered blow job to him as her pussy wasn't dilated at all.
Her last few words vindicated Rohini's suggestion. Although we had discussed about making love to her after she has been with Rahul, neither eating her out nor impregnating her were ever implied. It was Mansi's extension to our favorite fantasy, perhaps. Mansi rarely shared her fantasies, although she always confessed that her excitement comes from illicitness of the acts involved. Rahul's oversized equipment and his insatiable libido only heightened her pleasure.
Her sudden active interest in playing along in my fantasies raised a few doubts. I wondered if she had already reinitiated her affair; worse, if she never broke off the affair. The thoughts troubled me and I couldn't sleep well. I woke up suddenly around 1:30 am with thirst. Not surprisingly, I had an erection that needed attention but I turned to the more urgent need.
Returning to bed I snuggled next to Mansi and planted soft kisses on her neck. She was fast asleep and didn't respond. I moved my hand to her exposed bum and squeezed her butt tenderly. Very slowly I slipped my hand in the narrow space between her thighs to reach her clitoris. She was fast asleep and was oblivious to my movements. However, as I gently massaged her clitoris and rubbed my penis between her legs, she started responding and her vagina got wet in no time. In her moans I heard her whisper, "Oh Rahul!"
"I thought you would never come," she mumbled. I still wasn't sure if she was awake or asleep as she didn't make any move. I continued kissing her neck and then slowly moved to her earlobes. She squirmed as my tongue traced her earlobe but didn't turn back and only spread her legs further and mumbled, "Mount me!"
"Impregnate me..." she moaned. I was stunned to hear that but thought she was only playing. Mansi was practically sleeping on her back with her legs splayed open providing enough access to her pussy. I didn't waste much time and mounted her from behind and with hardly any effort drove my penis into her. This was the first time I took her in this position. We did doggie style several times but this position was a lot harder, perhaps because I wasn't long enough to keep my penis embedded inside her while shafting her in this position. Very soon Mansi was moaning. However, having ejaculated only a few hours earlier, I was in no mood to finish so soon. Rohini's words were still playing in my mind. I had to prove that I was being worthy of her husband. Moreover, I just realized that I was taking her bareback in her fertile period. It was an incredible feeling, although Mansi didn't respond, except for her moans. After about fifteen minutes of non stop humping, Mansi said, "Let's change positions."
Without thinking I changed into our regular missionary style and started humping her again. I leaned to kiss her but she refused and pulled me further and tongued my earlobes. I knew she would resist, fearing her stale breath. As I pumped her hard, trying to match Rahul's virility, she whispered, "You are so good today."
"I almost thought it was Rahul." This excited me to great extent and I pumped her hard for another five minutes before shooting my sperm deep inside her. As we regained our composure after another wild session she playfully patted on my butt and said, "You bastard."
"You too want to sow your seeds?" she said.
"You too?"
"Who else?" I asked her surprised by her remark. It seemed as if I had caught her in the act. She didn't react but was a little uncomfortable before asking a rhetorical question, "Who else?" "Rahul!" she answered it herself.
"You never told me about this?" I acted surprised.
"What is there to tell?" she asked.
"In case you haven't realized, your wife tends to have such an effect on men she meets with," she added with a nervous laughter.
"Now, get off," she said, "Let me wash; otherwise you might really make me pregnant."
The thoughts about Rahul making out with Mansi while I slept next to her intrigued me. I wondered if Mansi was just playing along or was she in the middle of a dream. Anyway, having spent myself twice that night I couldn't worry too much about it and quickly dozed off. I woke up pretty early with a stiff erection -- partly due to inflated bladder and partly due to Mansi's lips wrapped around my member. It was a pleasant wakeup call and perhaps very first time Mansi woke me up that way. Finding me awake, she said, "You might as well return the favor," and moved on top of me into 69-position. I didn't need much encouragement and tongued her pink lips that had retracted back to their original shape. Her slit had certainly widened after having been fucked by Rahul incessantly for over a year. It made me wonder how much distended her lips would become after delivering Rahul's child. Yes, I thought "Rahul's child". I had a firm belief that Mansi would bear him a child sooner or later and somehow I felt he would be the first one to knock her up. I pleasured her with my tongue and even licked her puckered hole. Mansi was in hot mood as she deep throated me effortlessly and even fingered my asshole that drove me crazy. However, having spent myself twice I wasn't even nearing point of ejaculation even after Mansi frantically sucked on my pecker for over 20 minutes. She, though, climaxed pretty soon. Finally, she gave up and said, "Looks like you would take too long," and left me unsatisfied.
"I would be late for work," she justified as she cleaned herself up before heading out to kitchen for her breakfast. It was only 6:15 and didn't understand her rationale since she had two hours. I didn't take much time to sleep again and woke up in an hour. I freshened up myself and was about to step out when Mansi entered the bedroom and silently behind my back stepped into our bathroom. I grabbed her from behind and almost pinned her to the bathroom door and kissed her neck softly.
"You didn't finish what you started," I softly whispered to her.
"What do you want?" she retorted quickly and added, "We have done it thrice already." She very reluctantly turned around to face me but didn't directly look into my eyes. I sensed something was wrong but couldn't guess what. As I moved into kiss her she evaded my lips and said, "You don't want to kiss me now." Her looks told me she was guilty but of what I wondered. Did she do it with Rahul in the morning? Was she late because of that; it was 8:25 right now.
"If you have to know," she seductively said, cupping my hard erection with one of her hand.
"I was busy with my lover!" she softly whispered looking into my eyes. I didn't hesitate and quickly responded, "What makes you think that would deter me?"
She smiled seductively and said, "I said because it would encourage you." And very soon our lips locked and we passionately kissed each other again. For a moment I though she had indeed been with Rahul but then realized that she was just playing along as she did last night. After a little foreplay she complained that she had to hurry up or she would be late. I teasingly complained, "You never thought about it while doing with him."
Puzzled with my question she thought for only a moment and then retorted, "Well..."
"I am his mistress."
"And if I don't mate with him during my fertile period, how will I become pregnant?" she said casually. That statement of hers did it for me and I ravaged her right at there. She was late for her work by half an hour and she ensured that I wore condom before I fucked her to further humiliate/titillate me. We showered together for a change and in the shower she joked about our new role play in the bedroom. Mansi agreed that she had immensely enjoyed previous nights fucking and agreed that it indeed spiced up our relationship. Upon probing further she reluctantly admitted, "I feel ashamed to say this but sometime I miss having sex with him."
"Why have you stopped the arrangement?" I probed further.
"I can't handle the pills anymore and Rahul would never use a condom," she replied softly.
"Trust me," she said before I could say anything.
"He will make me pregnant no matter what."
As she stepped out of the shower, she warned me, "Keep him away from me."
"You can't hold me responsible for the consequences!"
Mansi left but I continued to shower contemplating about her affair. Mansi was concerned of her desire to be impregnated by Rahul and was vulnerable around him. It seemed fairly certain to me that he would nail her sooner or later. Mansi was quite intent on postponing her pregnancy until she was into her thirties, which meant five more years. Rahul, however, would have a five year window and even if
Mansi succumbs to his advances only a couple of times in these five years it would mean two children to him.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Her last few words vindicated Rohini's suggestion. Although we had discussed about making love to her after she has been with Rahul, neither eating her out nor impregnating her were ever implied. It was Mansi's extension to our favorite fantasy, perhaps. Mansi rarely shared her fantasies, although she always confessed that her excitement comes from illicitness of the acts involved. Rahul's oversized equipment and his insatiable libido only heightened her pleasure.
Her sudden active interest in playing along in my fantasies raised a few doubts. I wondered if she had already reinitiated her affair; worse, if she never broke off the affair. The thoughts troubled me and I couldn't sleep well. I woke up suddenly around 1:30 am with thirst. Not surprisingly, I had an erection that needed attention but I turned to the more urgent need.
Returning to bed I snuggled next to Mansi and planted soft kisses on her neck. She was fast asleep and didn't respond. I moved my hand to her exposed bum and squeezed her butt tenderly. Very slowly I slipped my hand in the narrow space between her thighs to reach her clitoris. She was fast asleep and was oblivious to my movements. However, as I gently massaged her clitoris and rubbed my penis between her legs, she started responding and her vagina got wet in no time. In her moans I heard her whisper, "Oh Rahul!"
"I thought you would never come," she mumbled. I still wasn't sure if she was awake or asleep as she didn't make any move. I continued kissing her neck and then slowly moved to her earlobes. She squirmed as my tongue traced her earlobe but didn't turn back and only spread her legs further and mumbled, "Mount me!"
"Impregnate me..." she moaned. I was stunned to hear that but thought she was only playing. Mansi was practically sleeping on her back with her legs splayed open providing enough access to her pussy. I didn't waste much time and mounted her from behind and with hardly any effort drove my penis into her. This was the first time I took her in this position. We did doggie style several times but this position was a lot harder, perhaps because I wasn't long enough to keep my penis embedded inside her while shafting her in this position. Very soon Mansi was moaning. However, having ejaculated only a few hours earlier, I was in no mood to finish so soon. Rohini's words were still playing in my mind. I had to prove that I was being worthy of her husband. Moreover, I just realized that I was taking her bareback in her fertile period. It was an incredible feeling, although Mansi didn't respond, except for her moans. After about fifteen minutes of non stop humping, Mansi said, "Let's change positions."
Without thinking I changed into our regular missionary style and started humping her again. I leaned to kiss her but she refused and pulled me further and tongued my earlobes. I knew she would resist, fearing her stale breath. As I pumped her hard, trying to match Rahul's virility, she whispered, "You are so good today."
"I almost thought it was Rahul." This excited me to great extent and I pumped her hard for another five minutes before shooting my sperm deep inside her. As we regained our composure after another wild session she playfully patted on my butt and said, "You bastard."
"You too want to sow your seeds?" she said.
"You too?"
"Who else?" I asked her surprised by her remark. It seemed as if I had caught her in the act. She didn't react but was a little uncomfortable before asking a rhetorical question, "Who else?" "Rahul!" she answered it herself.
"You never told me about this?" I acted surprised.
"What is there to tell?" she asked.
"In case you haven't realized, your wife tends to have such an effect on men she meets with," she added with a nervous laughter.
"Now, get off," she said, "Let me wash; otherwise you might really make me pregnant."
The thoughts about Rahul making out with Mansi while I slept next to her intrigued me. I wondered if Mansi was just playing along or was she in the middle of a dream. Anyway, having spent myself twice that night I couldn't worry too much about it and quickly dozed off. I woke up pretty early with a stiff erection -- partly due to inflated bladder and partly due to Mansi's lips wrapped around my member. It was a pleasant wakeup call and perhaps very first time Mansi woke me up that way. Finding me awake, she said, "You might as well return the favor," and moved on top of me into 69-position. I didn't need much encouragement and tongued her pink lips that had retracted back to their original shape. Her slit had certainly widened after having been fucked by Rahul incessantly for over a year. It made me wonder how much distended her lips would become after delivering Rahul's child. Yes, I thought "Rahul's child". I had a firm belief that Mansi would bear him a child sooner or later and somehow I felt he would be the first one to knock her up. I pleasured her with my tongue and even licked her puckered hole. Mansi was in hot mood as she deep throated me effortlessly and even fingered my asshole that drove me crazy. However, having spent myself twice I wasn't even nearing point of ejaculation even after Mansi frantically sucked on my pecker for over 20 minutes. She, though, climaxed pretty soon. Finally, she gave up and said, "Looks like you would take too long," and left me unsatisfied.
"I would be late for work," she justified as she cleaned herself up before heading out to kitchen for her breakfast. It was only 6:15 and didn't understand her rationale since she had two hours. I didn't take much time to sleep again and woke up in an hour. I freshened up myself and was about to step out when Mansi entered the bedroom and silently behind my back stepped into our bathroom. I grabbed her from behind and almost pinned her to the bathroom door and kissed her neck softly.
"You didn't finish what you started," I softly whispered to her.
"What do you want?" she retorted quickly and added, "We have done it thrice already." She very reluctantly turned around to face me but didn't directly look into my eyes. I sensed something was wrong but couldn't guess what. As I moved into kiss her she evaded my lips and said, "You don't want to kiss me now." Her looks told me she was guilty but of what I wondered. Did she do it with Rahul in the morning? Was she late because of that; it was 8:25 right now.
"If you have to know," she seductively said, cupping my hard erection with one of her hand.
"I was busy with my lover!" she softly whispered looking into my eyes. I didn't hesitate and quickly responded, "What makes you think that would deter me?"
She smiled seductively and said, "I said because it would encourage you." And very soon our lips locked and we passionately kissed each other again. For a moment I though she had indeed been with Rahul but then realized that she was just playing along as she did last night. After a little foreplay she complained that she had to hurry up or she would be late. I teasingly complained, "You never thought about it while doing with him."
Puzzled with my question she thought for only a moment and then retorted, "Well..."
"I am his mistress."
"And if I don't mate with him during my fertile period, how will I become pregnant?" she said casually. That statement of hers did it for me and I ravaged her right at there. She was late for her work by half an hour and she ensured that I wore condom before I fucked her to further humiliate/titillate me. We showered together for a change and in the shower she joked about our new role play in the bedroom. Mansi agreed that she had immensely enjoyed previous nights fucking and agreed that it indeed spiced up our relationship. Upon probing further she reluctantly admitted, "I feel ashamed to say this but sometime I miss having sex with him."
"Why have you stopped the arrangement?" I probed further.
"I can't handle the pills anymore and Rahul would never use a condom," she replied softly.
"Trust me," she said before I could say anything.
"He will make me pregnant no matter what."
As she stepped out of the shower, she warned me, "Keep him away from me."
"You can't hold me responsible for the consequences!"
Mansi left but I continued to shower contemplating about her affair. Mansi was concerned of her desire to be impregnated by Rahul and was vulnerable around him. It seemed fairly certain to me that he would nail her sooner or later. Mansi was quite intent on postponing her pregnancy until she was into her thirties, which meant five more years. Rahul, however, would have a five year window and even if
Mansi succumbs to his advances only a couple of times in these five years it would mean two children to him.
(TO BE CONTINUED)