My Life As A Cuckold S Wife Ch 9

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Chapter 9

As the day progressed and evening approached, my excitement also increased multifold, I was beginning to feel like a conspirator, who was hatching a full scale conspiracy just for getting fucked. While I was super and more excited about fucking Vicky again, I couldn't also avoid thinking about the novelty of serving my pussy filled with Vicky's fresh cum to Shantanu, later that night.

I deeply loved Shantanu and his honour was my honour also, I wanted him to hold his head high and yet I was facilitating his humiliation in accordance with his own wishes, more than the physical aspect of Shantanu eating Vicky's cum out of my pussy, it was Shantanu's surrender and degradation which was giving me goosebumps. This was going to be a drastic step, as this submission was about to change Shantanu's status in my life forever. The love and respect that I had for Shantanu, he himself what compelled me, to gift it to Vicky. I was also feeling concerned because I had begun to seek and achieve that level of intimacy between Vicky and me, which I couldn't reach with Shantanu ever.

To put it simply, and I think that I have shared earlier in the story, the reasons for my aversion to oral sex, I hated it because it involves putting one's mouth to the source of excreta, I had found it repulsive to even consider it possible that I would smell or taste someone's pee, however as far as Vicky was concerned, that repulsion seemed to be diminishing, even though it hadn't completely vanished, but I was mentally preparing myself for it too. I was visualising as to how would Vicky's cock feel inside my mouth, and strange as it was, I was liking even the worst case scenario.

A balanced combination of love and lust had transformed me, and even though I was highly apprehensive but yet looking forward to serving the desired cream-pie, as an evidence of my equally desired infidelity, to my cuckold husband Shantanu, who wanted to celebrate the occasion with full fervour.

It had become a 'win-win' because of the mutual give and take, I was in fact thanking my stars for Shantanu's obsession for cuckolded cream-pies, because they had given me the liberty of wonderful sex, consequent to which, within a short span of time, Vicky had become the necessity for my body and soul, and if I was hiding Shantanu's involvement from him, it was only because, I didn't consider Vicky to be mature enough to accept this extraordinary and unconventional sexual relationship. I knew that he wanted only me, my body was the temple that Vicky wanted to worship and had Shantanu not been involved, my sentiments too, for Vicky would have been exactly the same. Just Vicky would have been more than sufficient for me. I didn't want to cheat on Vicky, and given a choice, I would have told him everything and even allowed him to enjoy and indulge in Shantanu's degradation. I was carrying the burden of cheating Vicky by sharing his cum with Shantanu and wanted to as soon as possible, develop the comfort to let Vicky know about this depravity. I was wondering as to how humiliating it would be for Shantanu to consume Vicky's spunk, with Vicky's knowledge and would both of them be able to enjoy this role play.

My imagination was running wild and I was dreaming of being fucked by Vicky in Shantanu's presence and Shantanu in turn sucking my pussy brimming with young Vicky's potent cum. I had lost most of my shame already but I wasn't satisfied with that, I now wanted to shed the leftover traces of shame and open up everything amongst the three of us. I wanted Vicky to feel proud for the fact that we as a couple were dependent on him, as he was making both Shantanu and me happy in sex and I wanted that Shantanu too should be openly grateful but not ashamed, for sharing me, his wife with Vicky, in return of the cum that Vicky would fill my cunt with.

I was unwillingly holding back things from Vicky, only because I was feeling insecure and didn't want to lose even an iota of his love and passion. I didn't have any problem with him wanting me sexually, I was rather loving his sexual attraction and attention and wanted him to continue desiring me. He had made me aware of the pleasures, that my body was capable of receiving and given them too. I didn't care about opinions anymore as they were a cost that I was willing to pay to satisfy our lust. Vicky's cock inside my cunt was an incredible feeling and I wanted to live the rest of my life, enjoying that divine experience. I wanted to be wanted by Vicky, all the time.

A new dimension was about to be added actually to our sex-life. It was something that we had been dreaming and fantasising about, since long, but didn't have the courage and shamelessness to actually indulge. I didn't even know as to for how long things would remain hidden from Vicky and the thought of his getting to know about Shantanu's involvement was outright frightening. I didn't want Vicky to ever feel that I had betrayed his trust and love.

Vicky and I would have been happy together as just the two of us were more than sufficient to keep on creating fireworks in sex. The way Vicky had fucked me was so satisfying that I knew by now that I didn't want anything beyond or anyone other than him. I was happy to gift myself to him time and again, I wanted to be literally used by Vicky for his pleasure, just the way, Shantanu wanted to be used by me. I too wanted to be humiliated to a point where I get to check my limits of servitude, after eating the cream-pies out of my own pussy, I wanted to know my own elasticity towards Vicky's demands and commands, what would it take for me to say 'No' to Vicky.

Shantanu was therefore looking like an imposition on us, it's not that I wanted to ignore or cheat on Shantanu, rather I wanted him to have his fill out of my pussy filled with Vicky's cum, each and every day, but in that process I didn't want to lose Vicky or even a bit of his love.

It was like, as if I was involving Vicky in a threesome after blindfolding him and expected him to even shut his brain just like his eyes. I was trying to do the impossible because I very well knew that, even though he is not well educated but yet Vicky was very smart and intelligent and therefore realised that it wasn't going to be possible to deceive him forever. I may have been thinking that I was trying to protect Shantanu's honour by keeping his role hidden but the truth was that I was scared of Vicky's rejection, what if he didn't want to be a part of the perversions that I had gotten him, into?

I also very well knew that I was acting outright illogical while portraying to Vicky that I wanted him to fuck me only when my husband Shantanu was at home and sleeping, Vicky knew me and knew me well, and therefore it was next to impossible that he would believe that I wanted sexual kick from fucking my lover, only and only, right behind my husband's back but not otherwise, and we were to otherwise to keep on losing the golden opportunities for making love, even though we were alone and together, throughout the day.

Well whatever the kink, but this risk wasn't worth taking under normal circumstances, and yet I was playing this game with Vicky to satisfy my ego. I was not just ready but desperate to fuck Vicky at each available opportunity, it's just that I wanted to feel important and desired and therefore be asked for sex, I wanted Vicky to tell me that he needed me more than I needed him, I had become so weak and desperate that I knew that the moment Vicky asks me, I would offer him my nude and ready to fuck body, without any doubt! There was no resistance left in me to fight the urges of my sex-starving body. The beauty of the sex that I had gotten from Vicky was that the more I was getting, the more I wanted.

I had never been in a more confused state of mind ever before, because I wanted all three of us to not only get the best but also the maximum possible from our relationships without losing respect for each other, wherever possible, and was myself losing my own balance in this process.

I had been placed in a position where I could expect keeping on getting without giving anything in return.

I didn't know whether we were playing an erotic game with our lives, or had the game become our life. It appeared that life itself was playing a beautiful and yet dirty game with us. Things had become too real to be considered illusionary.

Shantanu had at least committed to our perversions knowingly and therefore had himself to blame, even if he was eventually unable to digest the damage to our relationship caused by his own actions, whereas Vicky on the other hand was likely to be caught unawares. I was therefore hoping and praying that Vicky too would accept the lifestyle that we had embraced and forgive me for sharing him with Shantanu without his consent and knowledge. I needed Vicky to be like-minded and mould himself for me, just like I had done for Shantanu.

Keeping secrets from Vicky was also bothering me because my actions were likely to expose Vicky to avoidable and constant fear of being caught by Shantanu, while Vicky was fucking me, his wife. This risk was nonexistent but unfortunately Vicky wasn't aware that he was in fact obliging Shantanu by fucking his wife.

By now I would have been happy to have Vicky exclusively for myself but was circumstantially compelled to share him with Shantanu, which was also a very exciting thing to do, because of the degradation and submission that it entailed but I was developing cold feet because the risk involved.

Prior to my actually fucking Vicky, the actual acceptance by Shantanu was the primary risk and to anyone else that apparently was still the main worry but I was by this time, confident about Shantanu, and knew that I had my tracks fully covered. My main concern on the contrary was, acceptance of Shantanu's role and involvement, by Vicky.

I didn't think that Vicky was mature enough to understand and accept my compulsions. I didn't want, to hurt Vicky or to let him think that I was using him for Shantanu's benefit. My love, lust and passion for Vicky was absolutely pure and genuine and I wanted Vicky to know this for sure. I was tempted to tell Vicky everything, including the fact that I wanted to serve him like his slave, who would be ready to be used by him, in whatever way he wanted.

After experiencing divine copulation with Vicky I had understood the worth of good sex, his probing and prodding of my ignorant cunt with his magnificent cock had awakened me sexually, my cunt had luxuriated with the precious internal massaging by his cock, and needed Vicky's cock, time and again. Vicky's penis just like him had become indispensable for me.

Vicky was behaving in accordance with my instructions to him, and holding back his desire to fuck me again and that too, in a carefree environment. He was showing respect where it wasn't anymore deserved or even desired, it was irritating me that he was exercising control which I wanted him to lose. I wanted the sexuality of my body to win over my words, because that would demonstrate to me that I still possessed the beauty and sexuality which was maddening.

Vicky's entry into my body hadn't invoked just sex, it had also made me hungry for his love and after a long day of our unnecessary sexual distancing, I was starving for some sex, as I waited for Shantanu to arrive at home, as that was to be my ticket for the fireworks, that only Vicky was capable of lighting.

I wanted nothing more than a, no holds barred, proper fucking by Vicky, but unfortunately that leisurely fucking was eluding me for now, and I knew that I wouldn't be getting it, even when I fuck Vicky that night, for Shantanu's benefit. I intended to keep the fucking that night as clinical as possible, because I wanted to demonstrate to Shantanu that I was a faithful and devoted wife, who was sacrificing her honour by fucking another man, against he own wishes, just to keep her husband happy.

My rekindled sexual desire had turned me into a naughty, 'barely legal girl' who wanted to experience the wonders of sex at the first possible opportunity, and I was therefore finding it difficult to stay away from Vicky. I knew that we would soon get the opportunity to fuck but my patience was running out, as I was craving for some intimacy and therefore went to the kitchen and going close to Vicky, whispered in his ear, when I could have spoken loud and clear, "Be ready, I will come down, after Shantanu sleeps!!"

Vicky just gave me a questioning smile because he had no other reply for my seemingly illogical foolishness, he neither had the courage to refuse me, nor the determination to deny the ultimate pleasure, which he too had been dreaming off and I was offering him.

I was anxiously looking forward to the transformative night, in which I was to, for the first time in my life, have sex with two men, though not together but in quick succession. I was feeling utterly aroused and for the first time, during that day, waiting for Shantanu's arrival.

My patience was running out due to the denial of sex throughout that day and I was on the verge of loosing my control, I was tempted to do something suggestive while still standing behind Vicky as he worked at the kitchen counter.

I was on the verge of hugging and, embracing Vicky from behind, when suddenly our doorbell rang.

Both of us knew that it was Shantanu, and yet we were jolted, only because, even Vicky had also anticipated my move and was waiting for it.

After letting ourselves loose, during the previous night, we had unnecessarily denied ourselves the magical pleasure which both of us wanted to recreate.

I should have either moved back and allowed Vicky to go and open the door or should have myself gone and received husband Shantanu, but instead I moved a little forward and made a temporary but deliberate contact between our starving for each other bodies.

With my move I had created a lot of awkwardness, which only I was enjoying. I for one was keeping Shantanu waiting and guessing, while he stood at the gate thinking about the possibility of ongoing sex between his wife and servant and on the other side it was Vicky who didn't know as to how he should react to the provocation by me, should he enhance the sexual touch initiated by me or withdraw and go to receive Shantanu.

I was feeling very powerful while making both men wait and enjoying myself because I was confident that they needed some sort of sexual favour from me and it was perfectly all right for me to take liberties with them. Vicky didn't want to take any risk and wanted to go but I intentionally kept him in his place by blocking him to enjoy his misery.

I was able to see Vicky's reaction but knew that Shantanu must be feeling even worse because he was at the absolute brink and anxiously waiting for me to oblige him by sacrificing my sexual integrity once again to serve him, his first and sweet tasting cream-pie.

Waiting for us to open the gate for Shantanu also meant that he was probably risking loosing even the second cream-pie, just like he had lost the first one, previous night. Unfortunately Shantanu didn't know that he had already been deprived even of the second cream pie, because of the competition that I now posed. I was by now equally addicted to Vicky's cum. Shantanu didn't know that Vicky would be shooting his cum inside my womb for the third time, when we fuck later.

I didn't have a choice at this time but I would have loved to keep Shantanu waiting for another few days before giving him what he wanted from Vicky and me. I was beginning to enjoy Shantanu's misery and desperation.

I also very well knew that Shantanu would have to learn to wait for Vicky for long periods, because irrespective of my well intending but meaningless instructions, Vicky wasn't going to fuck and finish with me as quickly as Shantanu would expect, judging on the basis of his own performance. When I tried to visualise Shantanu waiting for Vicky and me to finish out fucking, I knew that his wait during the time of our actual fucking would be more than the wait for the day that he had spent waiting. Vicky's fucking was beyond Shantanu's imagination and I knew that Shantanu would have to wonder as to how Vicky was fucking me, for so long. I was teasing Shantanu as I wanted him to start learning to wait, right away.

My actions were astonishing even me, because I had suddenly become someone else, and was behaving very differently as otherwise I was a very sincere lady and a devoted wife.

I didn't know as to what kind of an impression my naughtiness was making on Vicky, my irresponsible looking attitude had suddenly put a lot of responsibility on Vicky's shoulders. Vicky must have thought that our sexual relationship needed to be a closely guarded secret and therefore we needed to exercise extreme caution whereas I was behaving as if I have started caring much less than before. My actions were making Vicky very anxious and making him think that I had become so crazy about sex with him that I was taking some avoidable and unnecessary risks.

"Bhaiya is waiting Bhabhi!!!!!" Vicky almost begged me to let him go to open the door and receive Shantanu.

I wanted to act naughty and keep both Shantanu and Vicky, waiting and guessing but that would have been too much, too soon and therefore I didn't create a scene and allowed Vicky to pass through.

These were moments of extreme awkwardness as both Shantanu and Vicky had something to hide from one another. Vicky was feeling guilty for having betrayed the trust of a loving person to whom Vicky owed a lot and having fucked his; Shantanu's wife, whereas Shantanu knew it perfectly well and wanted to hide his own happiness from Vicky. Vicky hadn't done anything that Shantanu didn't want him to do, rather Shantanu was desperate to have me fucked by another soul and was too happy that it was Vicky who had fucked me.

Shantanu gave me the customary light hug as we met and then he followed me to our room upstairs. Shantanu couldn't hold his excitement and embraced me tightly to demonstrate his thankfulness and happiness. He sat down in front of me and kissed my pussy through my dress to express his gratitude because according to him, I had made a great sacrifice and compromise. "Jyoti, my darling!!! Thank you so very much, sweetheart, I can't tell you how happy I am, I shall be forever grateful to you for doing this for me!!!"

I went numb for few moments because this was outright ironic that my husband was expressing his gratitude and bowing down at my feet because I had got into another man's bed and allowed him to fuck me. I also found myself to be in a state of indecision, I didn't know as to how I should react in the given situation, Shantanu's intentions had been totally bared and stood absolutely naked in front of me without any pretences but I was still hiding behind his naked form. He was unable to perceive me for what I had become. I was feeling guilty for not being able to feel guilty and rather enjoying the extramarital sexual relationship that I had gotten into.

This unprecedented situation left me indecisive because, despite the fact that Shantanu had given me the most invaluable love of my life, I couldn't anymore. Give him the love and respect, which she neither deserved nor desired. I. Was able to justify my own actions by blaming Shantanu for the sex that had transpired between Vicky and me, but Shantanu had no such excuse, and would have to take the blame and responsibility for the extramarital sex between Vicky and me upon himself the cuckolding that I was part of Was meant to both insult and humiliate Shantanu, and fortunately, or unfortunately, I had developed genuine feelings for him and hope that he would enjoy them