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Dear Readers,
Thank you for your support and guidance. This episode may be ‘dark’ for some of you, so in case you enjoy only clean and dignified sex, please don’t invest your time in this chapter. This chapter wasn’t there in the original outline but I thought of increasing the intensity, with the progress of the story. Hope that you like it.
I have also experimented with the ‘Tadka of Hindi’ dialogues at few places and request for your reaction to the same. Please do let me know with your comments, if this enhanced your reading experience.
My Life As A Cuckold’s Wife. Ch – 11
Excess of everything is bad, so is it also wrong to place excessive trust and madly love someone? I had instinctively placed too much trust in Vicky, without thinking about the possible consequences, I had been giving Vicky an ‘at par’ treatment despite his newly attained adulthood and the likely immaturity associated with such tender age.
Well, I don’t know if there’s even a point in talking about all that, but the sexual connection between us was unavoidable as both Shantanu and I, as a couple had become dependent on Vicky for satisfying our sexual hunger.
While initiating the sexual relationship I should have realised that Vicky too would want to flaunt his sexual accomplishments and exploits with me. After all, making a beautiful sex-siren like me, crazy for his cock, wasn’t a mean feat.
Moreover, knowing and thinking that ‘There is no gain, without pain!’ I was trying to give us both pain of denial, with the hope that it would heighten our lust for each other. I had this belief that food looks appetising only when you are hungry, and accordingly I wanted to keep Vicky’s hunger for my body alive, by denying him complete freedom, though in that process I too was suffering agony.
I may have been doing otherwise but my cunt had a mind of it’s own and consequently the intensity of sex between Vicky and me, which was supposedly to procure cream pies to be served my ‘Cum Loving – Cuckold Husband’ Shantanu was going on increasing on a daily basis, the love, lust and passion which was developing between Vicky and me was driving us crazy. The more I was trying to hold back, the more I was making it difficult for both Vicky and me. I was enjoying being a ‘cock-tease’ but this wasn’t a cost-less proposition, l needed totally unrestricted and wild sex with Vicky, as much as he needed it with me.
Irrespective of how illogical it was, for me to fuck my young lover Vicky, only when my husband was at home and presumably sleeping and not otherwise, such sex continued between Vicky and me for more than a month. I just needed one spark to come from Vicky to massage my ego, but unfortunately he was more egoistic than me.
In order to excite and entice Vicky, I was dressing in the skimpiest and extremely revealing clothes every day, I was loving exposing my voluptuous body, and was leaving practically nothing for Vicky’s imagination.
There were occasions when we had some unexpected visitors at our place, and in such situations I was caught on the wrong foot, Vicky understood my predicament and being aware that my body show for for his exclusive benefit, helped me by attending such visitors, I had to unavoidably go in hiding to avoid being seen in my slutty attire!
The game that I was playing required a lot of self-restraint, and Vicky had been blessed with an unlimited supply of it, his self control was in fact frustrating me, I was going around probably even more naked when than the time we fucked, because my clothing was only an illusion and nothing more.
My super sexy boobs coupled with the bullet like nipples were impossible to ignore, especially in my super tight and almost completely see through tops, I had stopped wearing even those see through bras and panties underneath my even more translucent nighties. I was as naked for Vicky as I could possibly have been without being totally naked. It wouldn’t be wrong to say that I wasn’t avoiding nudity, I was rather decorating it with my super suggestive and provocative dressing.
I always knew that Vicky was much smarter than me and he was just proving that, if I was testing him, he too was testing me. I needed to be Vicky’s slave-whore, and wanted him to mercilessly dominate me, as he wanted, but Vicky probably wanted me to beg him for this favour.
We knew that we have a lot more of passion to share with each other but were unnecessarily holding it back, for the time being. I was playing a dangerous game without realising the consequences or probably wanting Vicky to make me his slave, which I now wanted to become.
Excess of everything is bad, and probably my placing too much trust in Vicky was also a bad decision. I had forgotten that he was still immature and on occasions could also go wrong. I was expecting his behaviour to be ideal even when I was forcing him to do otherwise. I had seen his resolve and somehow wanted to break it. I wanted to drive him bursa escortlar to a point where he takes me forcefully, even against my own wishes.
I should have realised that in such situations things can go either way, and yet I was pushing Vicky with all the provocation that I could indulge in, I was however doing so because I was confident that Vicky wouldn’t do anything damaging, even if he forces himself on me.
It had literally become a teenage romance between the two of us, and I had become such a sex-addict that I wasn’t able to see beyond Vicky, there were kinky things which I knew were too depraved for my conservative standards, and yet I was imagining our indulgence into those filthy fetishes.
That day I wanted to tease Vicky even more and instead of my usual, unusually sexy attire, decided to go around the house clad only in my night time fucking attire, yes just my frilly and almost transparent nighty. I had no panty, no bra, nothing but just the baby pink nighty on my body, through which all my gems were visible, especially my hardened nipples; not only their shape but also their slightly darker pink colour was also visible through the material. I was looking like a ‘fuck-fairy’, and in addition, my horniness was also visible in the form of my glistening and damp thighs onto which my juices were flowing out of my aroused and engorged cunt.
Vicky undoubtedly looked happy to see me begging him to fuck me, without the use of words. He too was time and again adjusting his cock in his shorts to flaunt his mouthwatering erection. Vicky seemed to be on the verge of making his move but was waiting for something.
Then suddenly our door bell rang and as usual I rushed upstairs to my room and allowed Vicky to receive the visitor. I waited near the end of the steps to hear the sounds but none came.
Just as I became a little relaxed, I suddenly heard Vicky’s different sounding voice, “Jyoti!! Come down darling!” This was very unusual because Vicky never called me by my name, as he had always addressed me as ‘Bhabhi’!
I should have suspected something amiss but since I trusted Vicky completely, I did as directed. Vicky was in fact taking care of a deep desire of mine, by commanding me, so I had to avail the opportunity that he had presented me with. I very well knew that something extraordinary was about to happen, but didn’t have the courage to displease or refuse Vicky, and therefore went down as asked by him.
I was shocked when I reached down because Vicky wasn’t alone, he had a friend of his, who was almost a replica of Vicky. I tried to speak to protest but I was speechless, words just didn’t come out of my mouth.
My body was at display in front of a complete stranger and I only had my two small and insufficient hands to hide my nudity. I placed one arm across my boobs to only hide my nipples, as they were peeping through the thin fabric covering them and used my other hand to cover my unexposed and yet exposed pussy. I wanted to run away but couldn’t muster the strength to do so.
My mind was in grip of fearful sexual anticipation, as I considered the implications of Vicky’s unprecedented actions and words, Vicky hadn’t given me any indications about his intentions which at least required my consent, he was playing with my modesty and taking me for granted, as if I wasn’t a person but his property, I wanted to protest and assert my rights but the fear of missing out stopped me. I wanted whatever Vicky wanted and to that extent he wasn’t wrong.
Vicky understood and laughed loudly at my plight, and then without showing any concern for the ultimate shame that I was feeling because of standing nearly naked in front of a stranger, spoke to him, “Isn’t she sexy? I hope that you too like my sexy Momma!!”
The guy seemed nervous and shy and therefore didn’t reply, Vicky however ignored our embarrassment and this time addressed me instead, “Jyoti, remove your hands and let him see you properly, let him appreciate your sexy body!! Why should you hide your juicy cunt and lovely nipples, when they are so beautiful and worth looking at!”
I was scared and numb because of Vicky’s drastic and unexpected transformation and yet tried to follow Vicky’s instructions but despite my best efforts I couldn’t move my hands to expose myself further.
“Jyoti, this is my friend Nitin, and he has come here to enjoy with us! Show some respect, especially because you need him more than he needs you, do you understand?” Vicky almost scolded me, for my inaction, as he was expecting total obedience which I hadn’t shown.
I still couldn’t move and that seemed to irritate Vicky, he wanted me to lose my honour but didn’t want to be disrespected in front of his friend. Looking at my inaction, he almost shouted, “Are you listening, my dear cunt? How many times do I have to tell you?!”
I wanted to feel agitated but on the contrary I was feeling excited, yes sexually excited, bursa escort my body had gotten used to wildness in sex and seemed ready and waiting for the advancement to the next level.
My first threesome, though without Shantanu, was round the corner!!
For me a threesome wasn’t a totally unanticipated move, because I was expecting it among Vicky, Shantanu and me, sooner than later. I had all along wanted both Vicky and Shantanu to accept each other and also have sex with me in each other’s presence, though according to their respective entitlements, where Vicky would be my ‘fuck-boy’ and Shantanu my ‘cum-mop’. I wanted our sex-life to become transparent, wherein Vicky would proudly own my body at my husband’s request and use it in Shantanu’s presence to offer him pleasurable humiliation!
I looked at Vicky begging for some mercy with my watery eyes, but he had suddenly become heartless and didn’t pay any attention to my wordless pleading, instead he once again spoke harshly, “I was thinking that you would want to enjoy this surprise even more and therefore, I troubled Nitin, but if you don’t want it, you can go back to your room!!”
Tears rolled out of my eyes but I didn’t move from my place, instead I gave my silent consent by removing my hands which were covering my privates. I had given Vicky a go ahead to execute his depraved plan!
Nitin’s eyes lit us as he saw my super sexy boobs and cunt staring at him to seek his attention.
“Why are you wearing this nighty, Jyoti?” Vicky demanded an explanation.
“Without it I will be nude!” I spoke in a nervous tone.
“Do you think that you aren’t nude already?” Vicky mocked me, and then without waiting for my answer, directed his next question to Nitin, in order to taunt me, “Well Nitin, is there anything of our Jyoti, that you would like to see, but aren’t seeing at this moment?”
“Well thank you Vicky, you were right about her being the most beautiful and sexiest dame! I can see everything but it would be nicer if those perfect boobs and juicy pussy, get uncovered!!” Nitin made his greedy suggestion, which gave me goosebumps.
I wasn’t anymore the same old conservative Jyoti, fun was my new mantra and I was open to my participation in any kind of kinky sex, after a little acting to pretend that I wasn’t ‘that type of girl!!’
Vicky didn’t respond to Nitin’s suggestion in words, he just gave me a mischievous smile and waited for my reaction, he knew of my desperation and after putting me in the situation, wanted me to expose both my body and my hunger for sex, without any encouragement from him.
I was already shamelessly standing in front of Vicky and Nitin, in my more than semi naked condition, but that wasn’t sufficient for Vicky, he wanted me to completely breakdown and bow down at his feet to seek sex from him or rather them. He wanted to show-off his sexual control over me, to Nitin.
Vicky wanting all this wasn’t the problem, the main problem was that I too wanted this to happen, an opportunity was knocking on my door and I wanted to wantonly welcome it into my body. I should have been extremely angry at this time; did Vicky have the right to take me so much for granted? Astonishingly I wasn’t angry but looking forward to the unfolding of the story, and waiting to be used in a manner, which I hadn’t even imagined.
I was mentally prepared and looking forward to four hands, two mouths and even more importantly two cocks enjoying my ‘made for sex’ body. My husband Shantanu had the privilege of taking my virginity but I had kept my mouth and asshole virgin for Vicky and though I was shy in acknowledging it, but I wanted all my holes, including the virgin ones, to be enjoyed by Vicky before their being filled up with multiple cocks simultaneously.
Vicky once again pushed and scolded me, “Jyoti, don’t just stand there, take off your nighty, if you want us to fuck you, or otherwise just fuck-off from here! Decide fast, because if you make us wait, I too will make you wait and beg us for our cocks, I know that you are dying to be fucked, so there’s no need to act modest, be the nymphomaniac that you are!!”
After springing up the surprise Vicky was feeling proud and uncompromising, he wanted to reverse the table and dominate me, his mistress and therefore didn’t lose on the opportunity to humiliate me, my sexual horizon had expanded over the past few days as I had started researching about the depth of various fetishes and was also constantly fantasising about my new found depravities. Accommodating Vicky’s big and fat cock into my pussy had expanded me inside-out and I now wanted to experience each and every sexual activity, at least once in my life, even if I don’t like it and repeat it.
I hadn’t given up on my repulsion to degrading sex but was trying hard to overcome it, in fact I wanted Vicky to push me beyond my limits of sexual acceptance and was ready to serve and be used, but I still had the fear of the unknown, how would I adapt to any situation which turned out to be inconceivable?
However I told myself that I will cross that bridge of humiliation, when I reach there because I was ready to go to any distance for offering submissive sex to Vicky now, and this included Vicky’s friend Nitin fucking me, if that’s what Vicky wanted. I deserved it all for partially denying my body to Vicky, even while allowing him to pump his seed into me after fuckfully enjoying my pussy. I was feeling fortunate for Vicky commanding and demanding his pleasure from me, in ways similar to that Shantanu wanted to be used by me.
As I contemplated my next move, Vicky came very close to me, as if he wanted to kiss me, but when I opened my mouth to welcome his tongue inside, he just spitted inside my open mouth and moved back. I just closed my eyes and gratefully accepted his liquid lust, by swallowing it.
Vicky had in a way incentivised me to hold my action, because I wanted to see how far would Vicky go with me, I had already seen Vicky at his best and now wanted to enjoy Vicky at his worst too, while still being grateful for his efforts.
“She doesn’t seem interested Nitin, let me entertain you with some videos that I have made, of our fucking, and it would be fun to masturbate to them, what do you say?” Vicky directed his query to Nitin in order to poke me.
I should have felt concerned about Vicky’s statement because I didn’t know about the videos of our sex, that he had spoken off; when and how they had been made, but that didn’t happen, Vicky rather filled me with fear by giving me an impression that this may end without Vicky and Nitin fucking me.
It wouldn’t have been a big effort for Vicky and Nitin to take my nighty off, but Vicky wanted to snatch my dignity away completely and make me feel obligated to them for my fucking. The sex that we were waiting for, would be by invitation from me, and not as an imposition by Vicky and Nitin. There was no chance of my ego being fed here, because I had been shown my worth!
My pussy, after completely consuming me, had become so powerful that it had literally sucked my brain into it, and I was therefore unable to think, I needed cock or rather cocks at any cost. The crazy cunt that I had become, without any further thought, I decided to shed my leftover shame too, and slid my nighty’s shoulder straps off and allowed it to slide down my body. The nighty should have gone down smoothly as it slipped over my silky skin but my prominent and very visible goosebumps, which were the living evidence of my horniness, offered some resistance.
“साला, माँ की चूत, क्या माल है?” Nitin spoke with astonishment, (“Ohhhhh fuck!! How mother-fucking sexy is she?”) as I stood in a threadbare state in front of him.
“That’s it!!! मेरी माँ की चूत!!” (That’s it! That’s my mother’s cunt!!”) Vicky laughed out loud as he pointed his finger towards my very visibly wet pussy.
I was so embarrassed that I wanted to die a thousand deaths, in that moment. Vicky had hit my soft spot, just like I had done to him on a few occasions by highlighting and using our, mother-son like relationship during sex to enhance his excitement to a point where he climaxed. The result of Vicky’s action was correspondingly identical and I couldn’t hold back my orgasm, which was physically unprovoked.
“He is absolutely ‘fresh’, so teach him well!” Vicky said in a mocking tone, as he pointed towards Nitin.
Vicky unnerved me for a moment as it appeared that Vicky was expecting just this guy, Nitin to fuck me that day in front of him, without himself also fucking me. I was ready to do whatever and however, Vicky wanted me to do for sex, but not without Vicky, he was essential for me, if it was to be a twosome it would have to be between Vicky and me, but if it was to be a threesome, Nitin too was welcome.
Before I could react, Vicky spoke to Nitin, “Well, she is going to teach you sex, no other teacher gives practical knowledge, but she will allow you to even fuck her! Show your gratitude and seek her blessings, before we start!”
Nitin stood up and then went down on his knees in front of me, he then touched my feet to show his respect, as if this was an actual educational class, and I his Guru! He brought his lips precariously close to my pussy, with an intention to suck and lick it, but I stopped him, by covering my cunt with my hand.
This was something that even Vicky hadn’t done to me till that day, and I looked at Vicky to remind him that I wanted it to be Vicky’s honour and privilege to suck my juicy pussy before anyone else and accordingly asserted, “Not before you!!”
Vicky just raised his shoulders and eyebrows and asked me tauntingly, “Why?”
Vicky was well aware that I would react the way, that I had done, and yet he had provoked and tested me, because he wanted to hear my words of submission, which would give him more power of influence over me.
“Because I and my body belong to you, Vicky!!” I reaffirmed my commitment and devotion to Vicky. All of me that was still untouched by Vicky’s hands, lips and cock was anxiously waiting for him. I had no resistance left in me!
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