Deeksha The Temptress Ch. 03

Copyright ⓒ April 2025 by Vyasya, ALL Rights Reserved.

This is a story about an email friend of mine. Having retired from his job, he reflected on his own life experiences. Getting on the internet, he stumbled upon various cuckolding stories and satiated his curiosity. Some of my stories reminded him of his background, and he reached out, sharing his own experiences. As usual, I have taken liberties to make the story enjoyable for my readers.

This is a continuation of the "Priyamani The Seductress" story. We now move onto his own cuckold journey in this chapter.

This is a cuckold story. A cuckold is a husband who receives vicarious pleasure from his partner's having sex with other men. If this is not your thing, please stop offending yourself and move on.

By reading this story, you are committing an act of perversion, and there are no better or worse kinds of perversion, only the ones that you like and the ones that you don't like.

This story explores the husband-wife-and-another-man relationship where the husband is not equal to the wife in the relationship, and the wife gravitates towards the other man for sex. The wife prefers having a deep, intimate bond with the other man for prolonged periods of time and gives it more importance than her relationship with the husband. If this is not your thing, please stop offending yourself and move on.

You have been warned!

Chapter 3: Deeksha learns more about her mother-in-law aka Is Raat Ki Subah Nahin II (No End to This Night II)

Many thanks to my editor Comentarista82, who made several improvements.

"My first wife passed away early in our marriage, and I lived as a widower for a while," he started. "I slept with a few women during that phase and a couple of them regularly."

"Were they married?" asked Deeksha.

"Yes, they were and were the daughters-in-law of a close acquaintance named Basava," he said. "City fever reached the young, and they ventured out looking for a reliable livelihood, leaving their families behind."

"That may not be surprising," he continued. "But it meant some young women would be sex-starved and susceptible to advances of other men. Lucky for me, I slept with all three of his daughters-in-law regularly; only the youngest was still living in the village, with the other two in the city with their husbands."

"Were they pretty?" asked Deeksha.

"In some ways, but more importantly, they were young," he said in his charming manner. Deeksha blushed, realizing how predictable men were; all they needed was a wet, hot hole.

"The funny thing was," he continued. "My friend, Basava, was regularly seeding them, and he only introduced me, and that's how my affairs began."

"Oh," Deeksha muttered, intrigued by the unfolding story. "Sort of like between us."

"Deeksha, you are heavenly; more beautiful than even Mani, and no one from our village or surrounding ones would have seen one like you. I am not sure if even Adwait deserves you," he said.

"Of course he deserves me, uncle," she commanded. "Adwait loves me, and he is quite a capable man."

"Anyway," he continued. "Basava used our house for his secret meetings, particularly during the day. We had an unspoken agreement to leave our sandals at the door as a sign that the room was in use."

"I was never one to pry, but the distinct scent of semen on the sheets sparked my curiosity about his potency. The door would sometimes remain closed for hours, further fueling my curiosity. However, it was only when his middle son got married that broke my resolve," he said.

"It's getting more intriguing," she said. "And I can see your snake is getting listless again."

It surprised me how at ease she became with my father and pondered whether he approved or if her behavior bothered him. He showed no reaction but briefly glanced at his penis and then proceeded, "It was within the first month when Basava abruptly took his new daughter-in-law away on some excuse. I hadn't seen her but was curious, and that's when I felt a tinge of jealousy. Her soft moans were audible as I cautiously approached the nearest window, and sure enough, he was already inside her and gently stroking her. The young woman wriggled beneath him, trying to adjust, and reached climax within a few minutes. What happened next was an epic fucking that lasted almost half an hour as he continued fucking her missionary. That's when I saw his horse dick and knew why his daughters-in-law wanted sex with him and even conceived from him."

"Hmm... Did you find it arousing to witness Basava consummate his son's marriage?" she asked, sensing his partially-stiffened member.

"Yes," my father exhaled, leaning forward to kiss her. Deeksha was gently stroking his penis as she returned his kiss. He moaned as Deeksha worked her charm, and after a few minutes of intense kissing, she said, "Uncle, it seems you find this exciting. I am sure there is more. I want to hear every detail."

He looked at her exposed chest and gently caressed her, planting another kiss on her lips. Deeksha lay down and, placing her head on his arm, looked at him lovingly as he continued, "Well, I suppose everyone goes through a phase of self-awareness. At that moment, it dawned on me: I wasn't the man I thought. None ever groaned or moaned like her, and I never had such prolonged intercourse with anyone. How Basava's daughter-in-law responded to Basava aroused me."

"I savored her for a few months but never received a similar reaction. She only revealed her true self in passionate moments. She wanted sex with me but enjoyed Basava more."

"That's surprising," she whispered. "You are exceptional and much better than Adwait."

My father smiled. She supported her head on her palm and gently stroked him. In her sensual voice, she asked, "Did you get a close look at his genitals?"

He gave her an odd look and said, "No, but I kept listening and sneaking looks at his bulge whenever I could."

"And?"

"I felt utterly humiliated and inadequate," he said. "Despite it being obvious, Basava stood 6 feet 3 inches tall with a robust physique like the Zamindar, but darker and muscular because of his active farm work."

"Anyway, it was eventually his youngest daughter-in-law, Chinni, who sort of guided and taught me about the art of making love. She taught that pleasuring a woman orally intensely pleases her, although not as much from intercourse with a well-endowed man."

"Yes, those orgasms are intense, and women seek men who don't mind doing that," Deeksha said.

"That's why we became close, and she suggested that I propose to Mani instead of fantasizing about her," he said.

"Wow, nice," she excitedly exhaled.

"But when she saw how beautiful Priyamani was, she warned me that Priyamani would stiffen all the men from the village -- especially the Zamindar. She warned me Brahmin women were untrustworthy, naturally slutty and immoral. It was ironic she didn't realize her own promiscuity by sleeping with other men, including her own father-in-law."

Deeksha laughed, whispering, "We are all bigoted."

"Mani was very attractive, and in the first month, I caught one villager eavesdropping while she bathed. Our bathroom was a small shed and easy for someone to peep in. He fled before I could catch him, but the next day, I caught Basava looking through the same spot and touching himself. This time I didn't have the courage to confront him. My eyes focused on his whopper, which would give Mani a lot of pleasure, as he pulled out and started stroking it. He grabbed one of her loincloths and came into it. It disturbed me to see him ejaculate into it and hang it to dry."

"Did he not see you?"

"Mani was smart to bathe in the evenings, when it could be darker. We didn't have electricity then, and hence most didn't roam after sunset."

"When did this happen?"

"It was perhaps the 3rd week after we married; she washed those loincloths to prepare for her menstruation," he said.

"Did you confront him?"

"No. I wasn't sure," he said.

"But none of those were his wife, and none were as beautiful as Priyamani," Deeksha said.

"Not even half as pretty," he emphasized. "But Basava was special. The sort of bull who could do justice to Mani's youth and beauty."

"What about the Zamindar?"

"What about him?" he asked. "He was the Zamindar and free to choose anyone he wanted. It wasn't clear how long he would want Mani as his mistress, though."

"Did you consider the consequences if the Zamindar discovered their affair?" she asked.

"Basava and I would have been castrated," he smiled. "But one can't think clearly when erect."

They laughed, and after a few moments, Deeksha asked, "So, how did you tell Mani?"

"I didn't have to," he said.

"Mani was astute and understood almost immediately," he explained. "We got married in the city where Mani was, and during that time, Basava frequently used our house to seed his daughter-in-law. When we returned, Mani detected the unmistakable smell of semen and sweat on the sheets. She wondered if it was mine but perceived from the thick spots that it was someone else's."

"You see, Mani doesn't speak much, and she always ascertains things before saying anything. It took her a few weeks to learn I got excited with other men mounting her. Still, we hadn't spoken about it, and I surmised it was a fetish."

"Her periods began, and she had been refusing intercourse with me," he said.

Deeksha chuckled hearing that; it was common for couples to avoid sex when the woman menstruates, but some indulged in oral sex or dry humping.

"You are right," my father said. "It indeed was humiliating, but it happened sort of magically. We were making out intensely one of those nights, and Mani had gotten horny kissing me voraciously and stroking me. Although she was in the middle of her period, she seemed insatiable.

Basava spied on Mani already, and I wondered if she knew. The following evening, while we were chatting in the village square, Basava uncharacteristically excused himself. Around the time when Mani took her baths, he headed to our house. He was bold to risk it, but I sensed Mani knew, explaining his lack of concern. As usual, he spurted into her loincloth, conveniently hanging there."

"Did you ever inspect it?" she asked. "I mean the soiled loincloth?"

He paused. "Yes, it was embarrassing, but I couldn't resist. It was loaded; both the quantity and stench were unmistakable. A few times he used it to wipe his privates, so it possessed his unmistakable odor."

"Really?"

"I was sure of his virility and sexual prowess and wondered why Mani never mentioned the loincloths. She didn't come out even after he left. Perhaps she knew but didn't want to address it to not cause a scandal. Shouldn't she have known why her loincloths were ending up smelling of semen?"

Unsure, Deeksha nodded for him to continue.

"Or maybe she would stop drying her loincloths in the backyard," he reasoned.

To my father, the Zamindar mounting my mother was perhaps not a bitter pill, but her craving to become Basava's mistress and desiring the seed of a lowly wage earner was too much. Even though it was apparent he had cuckold tendencies, and perhaps having a well-endowed man, Basava was the reason. Such thoughts slowly sprout in your mind, and watching a well-hung man pleasure the young women you have sex with never lets you escape the downward spiral. Marrying a maiden from the heavens only intensifies the struggle to resist these temptations.

Deeksha, at a young age, understood that such thoughts not only arouse but also create intense jealousy. She leaned forward and softly kissed him, fondling his stiffness, and whispered, "You knew, didn't you?"

He looked at her; she momentarily evaded his eyes, and smiling sensually, softly added, "You knew the effect she would have, but failed to anticipate how it would affect Basava but more importantly, failed to grasp what it would do to the woman you married."

"Hmm..." he muttered, lost in his reverie. Deeksha knew he was a cuckold, but still admitting that he desired it from the outset seemed strange.

"You are lying," she calmly said, looking into his eyes. "You desired it from the start, but didn't foresee the consequences."

"Why?" my father asked. "Such things cloud your mind. Only in hindsight do we learn what we desire."

"Perhaps," Deeksha said. "You didn't expect her willingness to engage with a dark-skinned, low-status daily wage earner. Maybe after you saw how calmly she dealt with the Zamindar, you realized she would willingly breed with this close associate."

"You are right," he said.

"A man who wants to guard his wife from such influences takes precautions," she said.

"Like?"

"Like making sure the bathroom doesn't have holes for peeping Toms, warning her not to dry her undergarments in the yard, and warning about some men's inappropriate behavior," she clarified.

"Yes, looking back, it seems clear now, but it wasn't so apparent," he reflected. "Mani was a young, demure Brahmin woman to me. Even when she shared some of her past before agreeing to marry, it was more of a sad tale of her life and not some sordid story. Until that evening, I didn't know that Mani discovered his antics."

"That evening I waited to see if Mani would inspect the loincloth, but she didn't. After an hour, I went inside to find that Mani prepared my bath. Adwait was home, so we couldn't do much except whisper a few sweet nothings because of no privacy. We performed our usual household chores, but I fastened my gaze on her; she looked stunning and vibrant. With our close family and friends eager to celebrate our marriage, the ceremony was a few days away. Mani had cleaned for days, which is why she never missed her evening baths."

"Mani cared well for her skin, which I didn't notice earlier. Her face glowed, and her body hair was almost non-existent. Her pouty lips looked so alluring, and with her slender waist and wide hips, she begged to be bred. Mani apparently ignored my attention as I continued ogling her. She blushed and glanced at me a few times before moving towards me.

She asked, 'Yedu, what should I wear for the special day?'

I calmly replied, 'It doesn't matter. You will look stunning regardless.'

She nervously laughed. 'That's my concern. It feels like these men haven't seen a fair woman before. Are you sure you want me to look my best?'

She was right, as word about her beauty had spread, and several bragged of bedding such a lady. I didn't argue, as she was right.

'Avoiding them would be odd,' I affirmed.

'Of course, silly,' she smiled. 'You know I have nothing against them. Everyone is nice, and I like it here.' Mani was such a flirt as she tantalizingly swayed and brought her face close but did not try to kiss me. Her fresh breath and the exhilarating scent of her soap excited me.

'We live here, so we have to mingle, which means some men would get closer. And not everyone is going to just look, right?'

She looked into my eyes and caressed my chest.

'Oh Mani,' I exhaled. 'You are quite the vamp.'

Mani could domineer, and when in the mood, she could take control and make me feel emasculated. That day, she towered over me as she leaned forward, kissing me on my neck. Her hand descended slowly and reached for my bulge.

'How did you cope all those years as a widow?' I asked, offering my lips to kiss, but she nibbled on my earlobe and whispered, 'You think only married women can have sex?'

She pushed her hand inside and grabbed my stiff rod and stroked it. Returning her lips to mine, she looked into my eyes and sealed my lips with hers. We passionately kissed for a few moments, and she breathlessly whispered, 'And who is talking now? Wasn't it you who was peeping down my blouse all the time?'

I chuckled. Mani was exceedingly beautiful, and from the first day, just getting a glimpse of her face excited me, and any sign of the flesh of her belly, chest, or shapely calves hardened me instantly.

'So, who were the admirers?' I asked.

'A few,' she whispered and confidently added, 'But that's not for today's discussion.'

She confirmed she had my complete attention and then, looking into my eyes, said, 'Yedu, you are sure, right?' I didn't quite understand what she was hinting at, so she clarified. 'If they can see I spread my legs for commoners like you, would you blame them if they tried their luck?'

Mani's audacity stunned me at that moment. My penis hardened like a rod as she continued stroking it, showering small kisses on my mouth. Her hot breath completely fucked my mind, but her boldness scared me. I don't know why I imagined she was demure and that I could satisfy her. We were standing by our backdoor, by our small bathroom. Adwait was inside playing with our dog, so we felt comfortable indulging.

Still, Mani's lewdness scared me. She extracted my penis and started giving it complete strokes. She continued kissing and stroking simultaneously. It was surreal. It seemed she saw it all and wanted us to move to the next chapter of our journey."

Deeksha was stunned. She dominated me a few times and perhaps played with Prabhakaran's son, so she understood the dynamics. She leaned forward to check on my father, and he was very aroused reimagining what happened almost 20 years ago.

She inserted her hand inside his pajamas and whispered, "Would you have wanted me in her place?"

"Oh, Deeksha," he moaned as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. Deeksha was lust-filled and kissed passionately; she possessed this urge to go back in time and experience it all; my mother's story struck such a deep chord.

"I don't know, Deeksha," he whispered, breaking the kiss. "If Mani could have defeated any woman from our district in a beauty contest, you could have aced the state-level one."

"You are such a liar." Deeksha blushed.

"No, really," he assured. "You are so young, beautiful, and lusty; no one could have resisted your charm. It would have meant nonstop sex and pregnancies for you."

She blushed. "No one talks about such things, uncle; they just happen."

She kissed him again and, not wanting to disrupt the story flow, urged him, "Please continue. It's like a movie, and I imagine myself in her shoes."

He smiled.

"So, after some intense foreplay, she whispered, 'Yedu, so what do you say? I heard even grandfathers here have very strong backs and are very virile.'

'What?' I asked, stunned. 'Where did you hear that?'

'Does it matter when I have incriminating evidence in my hand?'

'What evidence?' I mumbled.

There in the darkness, I could see the loincloth that she pulled from the rope. As she pulled it up to our faces, the familiar pungent odor, along with the musty odor of genitals, floated to our nostrils.

'What's that?' I feigned ignorance.

'I thought you discovered it. All your bedsheets were stinking of it when I came,' she said.

'Here,' she said, and offered it for me to smell, but I pulled away in disgust. 'And there is a lot, too. Such a waste!'"

"Oh, wow, she directly confronted you!" Her audacity stunned Deeksha.

"Mani was not herself, and to some extent, she alarmed me.

'Of course, Yedu,' she said. 'You know who would be so bold in the village, right? Why don't you speak some sense to him?'

She took the loincloth and pulled it up under her saree, with me looking at her dumbfounded. I thought she was simply throwing it away, but she didn't, and after carefully tying the knot, she said, 'Doesn't he have any decency? One hangs clothes for drying. Besides, there are better places to make such precious deposits, right?'

She softly kissed my lips, looked at me with her sultry eyes, smiling delicately, and stepped away. My erection strained for relief, but she cared little for it at that time."

"That is so raunchy," Deeksha exhaled, kissing him forcefully.

"She didn't know you knew?" she asked.

"She didn't, but the way she addressed it, it was clear she wanted me to confront him. After my bath, she reminded me and asked me to leave and talk, but I pleaded that we should think it through. She let it slide and didn't push, but soon after dinner she suggested we sit outside in the yard for a while. Putting Adwait to sleep, she joined me.

"No sooner did I lie down next to her on the cot and she immediately kissed me, pushing her hand into my pajamas. My rod was already stiff, and she started gently stroking it.

'Do you enjoy this?' she asked. 'Your friend, Basava, peeping at your wife and ejaculating in her undergarments?'

'What? No,' I hissed.

She liked it however, and voraciously kissed me. Something had gotten into her since the Zamindar checked her out at our village fair. She seethed with unbridled, insatiable lust, and no matter how many times we fucked, it failed to satiate her. As she stroked me, I urged her to stop, as I was near cumming. She raised up herself and eyed me curiously.

'Did you like the smell? Do you wish to taste it?' She exhaled as she was driving me crazy, kissing me all over. She nibbled on one of my nipples while trying to grab the other between her fingers. I groaned as she roughly chewed on one, questioning Mani's sudden change. She hungrily continued playing with my body, kissing me."

"Oh god," panted Deeksha. "Not in my wildest dreams could I have imagined her like this. I am not sure I could have done her justice; perhaps it was only right she married you."

My father chuckled. Deeksha was a novice and did not compare to my mother's experience.

"This was a different Mani; she wasn't inhibited," he explained. "She knew what she wanted and showed me. At one point, she got on all fours, lifted her saree, and asked me to lick her.

'Worship my ass; make love to it. Show me how much you love me by licking off his dried semen off my butt,' she moaned. Even in the darkness, I could make out the milky white skin of her bum and looked at the loincloth that had a dark patch around her ass. It could have been because of her period, but she was near the end, so it might have been Basava's semen. Her shapely rump was so alluring, no doubt Basava craved it.

'Go ahead,' she urged. 'He has left presents for your wife for more than a week.'"

"This shocked me and I wondered what to do. She looked at me and said, 'Yedu, does that excite you?'

Being outside felt both shocking and scandalous. Although we were away from the village, the proximity to the road that led there meant anyone passing could see and catch us. However, lust so consumed Mani she didn't worry about risk."

"In the dim light, her fair skin looked so amazing. 'Go on, Yedu,' she encouraged. 'I am certain you'll be dripping cum once you smell and taste its sharpness.'

Mani's words affected me powerfully, prompting me to reach forward, lift my hands, and squeeze her breasts. I ripped open her blouse and her breasts dangled. Mani moaned wantonly, as I manhandled her breasts and pinched her nipples.

I lay underneath, kissing her large boobs and sucking on her nipples. Mani writhed while making guttural sounds as I voraciously suckled. 'Oh God, that feels amazing,' she moaned. 'Squeeze them; they have yearned for attention for years.'

We weren't ourselves as we indulged each other for the next several minutes without fear. I got up and moved back, facing her ass, and gently kissed it. The distinctive scent overwhelmed me, and I hesitated before Mani softly encouraged, 'Take a breath, and inhale the strong, pungent, odor.'

I felt my desire surge as I moved my nose closer, and this quickly engulfed all my senses. Mani pushed her rear back and moaned as soon as I pushed aside the cloth and pushed my tongue into her crack. 'Taste it,' she encouraged. While there was no discernible taste of semen, the earthy scent of her anus so satisfied me that I kept licking. She fingered herself until she shuddered intensely. Time slipped away, but it felt like half an hour passed."

"Oh my god," whispered Deeksha. "That was intense. So, no relief for you?"

"We were just starting," my father said. "Mani went to relieve herself while I headed inside and got us some water. She smiled saucily as she took the glass. Her top buttons were gone, and her massive breasts were delicately held up by the bottom two. As usual, I couldn't help but stare at her massive mammaries and the major cleavage clearly visible. I grabbed her and latched onto her lips, and we crashed onto that cot."

"'That was amazing,' she exhaled. 'I am glad you don't mind.'

She climaxed, but I hadn't. But I wasn't erect anymore. Her body heat and breath drove me crazy.

'Why didn't you tell me earlier?' I complained. 'And what would you have done?' she replied.

It was a difficult situation because confronting him could harm our relationship. Considering the kindness his daughters-in-law had shown me, this was the best I could do. Of course, I didn't want to say this to her, but it didn't matter."

"So, were you okay sharing her? Did you talk about it with him?" Deeksha asked.

"Chinni told me Basava won't be able to resist Mani and will court her. Even though neither of us knew as much about Mani, we didn't believe she would fall for him, at least not easily," he said.

"And you couldn't have been more wrong?"

"Yes, Mani was so lusty and seemed to have enough experience to break the shackles of marriage with a commoner like me," he said. "'Did he see you bathe?' I asked hesitantly.

'Yes, Yedu. You made sure there were plenty of spots to peep inside. But I would never fully undress, so he has seen me in wet clothes.'

'Let me seal those holes so he can't peep,' I pleaded.

'Why now?' she asked. 'Do you want him to know that we know?'

'Mani, he already knows that,' I said.

'How?'

'You have been accepting his gifts, saying nothing,' I explained.

'Hmm... I should have been more careful,' she retorted, questioning my lack of courage to confront him.

"Mani was far more mature to commit such mistakes; even I realized she didn't choose to alert me or confront him. Both options made little sense to her, and, in hindsight, her decision was right for several reasons. Basava was sex-crazed, and once he sniffs a woman in heat, it's hard to stop him.

'It's not that,' I clarified.

She cut me off, saying, 'Now don't justify. I am beautiful, and that is understandable.'

I promised to talk to him.

'And say what?' She challenged me.

She pushed her hand into my pajamas, and instead of finding a taut rod, she found a shriveled one.

'Did you like the smell?' she whispered.

And then, untying her loincloth, she brought it to our faces. As I tried to push away her hand, she held me back.

'If you can't confront him, you might as well accept the smell,' she said firmly, emphasizing the choice.

As Mani kissed me, my penis swiftly hardened. The smell of semen hit me again.

'Mani, you are scaring me,' I said as I broke the kiss. She gently stroked my cock for a few moments and whispered, 'Life is full of surprises. I thought you were up for it.'

'But, Mani,' I pleaded. 'No buts; didn't I warn you? Marrying me was not for the faint of heart,' she countered.

'And do you really want me to believe that you weren't aware of his deviancy? Surely, he must have done that with other guests, right?'

I was speechless and cleared my throat, but struggled to say anything logical.

'Besides, if you drove away that other man, why couldn't you drive away your friend?' she asked.

Mani realized what was happening but brushed it off by saying that perhaps these men had never seen a beauty; she saw me chase away the other villager but didn't see me confront Basava, which made her wonder if we understood each other."

"'I was unaware of it, Mani,' I stated.

'Who offers his bed for his friend to have sex with his daughter-in-law?' she muttered.

'What are you talking about?' I asked, stunned.

'You may think I am naïve, but I am not,' she smiled.

I chuckled, conceding, and asked, 'When did you find out and how?'

She blushed and muttered, 'That he is a bull?'

I was flabbergasted.

'Or were you asking if I knew you were sleeping with her, too?'"

"How did she know?" Deeksha asked. "Did the daughter-in-law (Chinni) divulge her secrets? immediately?"

"It was an enigma. Mani befriended her, but I didn't think she could access such scandalous secrets in such a short time. Mani was astute at reading faces and good at manipulating people, in a good way," he said.

"'I don't know what to say, Mani,' I mumbled, recovering from my bewilderment.

She said, 'Yedu, you don't have to explain yourself. I am not one to judge; having lived a debauched life, I understand.'

She smiled so serenely it made me fall in love with her. I kissed her and got on top of her. We hugged, caressing each other and kissing deeply for several minutes. I attempted to spread her legs, but she resisted, and after a brief struggle, she scolded me. She said firmly, 'Yedu, stop. This isn't the time.'

I protested. 'I didn't notice any signs. It should be okay now.'"

"She grabbed my penis and started stroking; after I relented and stopped, she whispered, 'It's not a good time yet, but soon it shall. Wouldn't it be better if you started arranging for the bull's services?'

Her remark almost pushed me over the edge, but Mani was a magician as she pushed my penis down until it pointed straight back, making me yelp. It was slow but sudden, and Mani didn't allow me to respond and pulled me in for a kiss. Mani was so strong as she pulled me down until my penis made contact with her pussy but pointed downwards and away from the entrance. I groaned, experiencing intense pleasure and pain, and even though my penis seemed to jerk as if I were ejaculating, nothing came out.

'Mani, what are you doing?' I mumbled between kisses, but she held me in a vice with her legs and then let go."

Deeksha had no clue what he was describing and could only listen curiously and hang on every word.

"What happened?" she asked.

"It's one of the most humiliating experiences a man could go through," he said. "You ejaculate and release your semen, but you get no pleasure. Your penis shrivels, but your hunger is not quenched."

"Oh..." Deeksha was stunned but didn't think about pressing. She left it for later, as it sounded rather selfish -- depriving your husband.

"As my penis leaked semen and shriveled, Mani kept on kissing me, and my lust blossomed as I devoured her mouth. We kissed for several minutes, and Mani offered her tongue for me to suck on.

'Sorry, Mani,' I replied.

'It's ok, Yedu,' she assured.

She offered me a rag to clean up, and I laid down on the bed next to her. She turned and asked me, 'Yedu, have you ever tasted semen?'

'No, Mani,' I said. 'Why do you ask?'

It was curious, but only minutes ago I licked her bum with traces of Basava's semen.

'Nothing,' she said coyly. 'It's just that Chinni was fucking both of you, so you likely tasted it.'

'Oh, so it's Chinni,' I muttered. 'She fed you all this information?'

'No, Yedu,' she said. 'I have a way to connect, and besides, women talk with their confidantes.'

'So, she shared my likes and dislikes?'

'Where is the fun in that?' she said. 'Isn't learning each other's needs and kinks more satisfying?'

She was sexually exhaling on my face as her hand massaged my flaccid penis and titillated my sacs.

'Oh Mani,' I exhaled. 'You are so sensual.'

Mani simmered as she sealed my lips with hers. Her hot breath intoxicated me, and the way she kissed, she knew how she affected me. Although our session wasn't short, I felt Mani wanted to prolong it. And despite having spent, I craved her smell, her touch. It was as if I were willing to be her slave, and that's something she sensed."

"Oh wow," panted Deeksha. "That sounds amazing. To bond with her primally must have been immensely satisfying and liberating."

"Deeksha," he exhaled. "I can't explain it. To have that connection where you are comfortable kissing them with their morning breath or pushing your tongue in their dirtiest hole."

"Hmm..."

"Mani was an Apsara from the heavens and so young," he continued. "Envy consumed everyone in the village. If only they had seen how slutty she was, they would have killed to be with her."

"Really? So, there weren't such pretty women there?" she asked.

"Ours was tiny with age-old customs and traditions. The upper caste women weren't seen openly, so no one could say for sure. Mani was extremely fair, stunningly beautiful with a youthful, voluptuous body and fertile womb. To top that, she was very nice and always observed relationship decorum, irrespective of people's backgrounds."

"Hmm..."

"Mani toyed with me as she continued massaging and indulging me with wet and deep kisses, occasionally offering her tongue to me. My penis refused to harden although I was aroused."

Deeksha chuckled.

"Why do you laugh?"

"No, uncle," she pleaded. "Men are overly concerned about their masculinity or virility. It's not about having intercourse; I am sure she enjoyed it very much even though you felt insignificant."

"Ever since Mani arrived, my loins always burned, and I longed to fuck her," he said. "At that moment, however, it differed."

"Did Mani complain about it?"

"No, never. She always loved being intimate with me even if it meant not having sex," he explained.

"Between her kisses, she whispered, 'Did it excite you? The thought of those men lusting for her? Wanting to breed and seed her.'

'You are so wicked, Mani,' I muttered. 'Where do you get such ideas?'

'Didn't I tell you?" She breathed. 'You married a sex-crazed woman.'

'When did you learn it was Basava?' I asked.

We crossed all thresholds and were in uncharted territory, and Mani felt very horny, so I knew she wouldn't hide anything and would speak her mind.

'That first day you introduced me,' she said. 'And when he felt my hand while taking tea, it was obvious.'

'First day?' I asked, stunned.

'Yedu,' she cajoled me. 'Even though you are much older than me, you aren't very experienced. That at a very primal level he is just an animal wasn't lost on me.'

'That pig,' I blurted. 'I didn't think he would covet you so overtly.'

'Why?' asked Mani. 'I thought that excited you.'

Mani saw through me; there wasn't a point in refuting what she said, but I never could have imagined her warming to him. She was so lust-crazed because he had pursued her as a sex-crazed bull, and perhaps I had been enjoying the fruits of brazenness.

Mani talking so made me shiver, realizing my fate was sealed.

'Yes, he is ugly, dirty, filthy, disgusting,' she exhaled in her most sensuous voice, her lips quivering right on top of my face. 'But not a pig, a boar -- a wild, undomesticated boar.'

My penis shivered, and I felt my blood rush to my privates. It was surreal as it inflated completely. Mani tantalizingly licked the corner of my mouth and dragged her tongue against my cheek, reached my earlobe, and bit hard. Giving my balls a hard squeeze, she whispered, 'That's what boars do, right? Cover females in heat and impregnate them.'

A lull followed, and the only thing we heard was our heartbeats and ragged breaths. Even though there was a chilly breeze blowing, both of us sweat profusely.

'Surely, you imagined it all, Yedu,' she whispered, as she began gently stroking me.

'Did you want him to mount your wife on our bed, the way he mounted his daughters-in-law multiple times?'

'Did you want him to plow your woman?' she added tantalizingly.

Her hot breath intoxicated me and I almost zoned out.

'You have such raunchy thoughts,' I muttered.

My erection strained hard, but it throbbed as I just ejaculated a few minutes ago. We kissed for several minutes as Mani continued stroking me, pushing me to the edge, even though I barely had any firepower left.

'No,' I exhaled between kisses. 'And your play with the loincloth saturated with his cum? How casually you brought it to our faces.'

'Or wear it, right?' she chuckled.

Mani continued to shower small kisses during our talk. Her breath overwhelmed me, and I wanted to relish that feeling. I finally exclaimed, 'Your breath drives me mad!'

'Hmm...' she muttered between kisses. 'It's supposed to.'

'Why?'

'Women smell their best when they are fertile,' she added casually.

None had smelled or tasted so exquisite, but then none were in her league. I shuddered if Basava were to catch her in such a state; I knew what the consequences would be.

Mani continued playing with me as she continued licking me with delicate strokes of tongue around my mouth and even my nose. Between kisses, she said, 'That's why I was saying it was such a waste. Perhaps you could tell your friend that instead of creating a scandal by jerking off into my loincloths, perhaps he could simply step inside. After the bath, I would be very fresh for him, right?'

'Do you want to mate with that pig?' I asked hesitantly.

'The wild boar,' she corrected.

'Men only care about what they want, Yedu,' she stated. 'Swami will mount me regularly whether we like it or not. And the way Basava has pursued me, it's only a matter of time before he does it too.'

'You want that, right Yedu?' she asked between kisses.

'You are so horny, Mani,' I breathed. 'You are driving me mad.'

Mani was undeterred as she kept showering me with kisses and stroking me slowly and deliberately.

'What do you expect, Yedu?' she said, after a pause. 'He has been ogling my semi-naked body as I bathe and depositing copious amounts of seed in my underwear. If that is not enough, he has followed me to the quarry and eavesdropped as I perform my morning rituals.'

'What?' I was shocked. 'That sloth has been waking up that early just to follow you?'

'Oh Yedu, you are such a crybaby,' she scolded me. 'What's going to happen when those two have their way with your wife?'

Once again we locked lips for a long time. My penis bulged, and my sacs neared bursting, and I felt a rush. After some intense kissing, I breathlessly whispered, 'You didn't gag finding his stuff in your loincloth?'

'Gag?' she retorted. 'You should have seen it: there was so much. He doesn't have a dick; he has a hose.'

'And you still wore the loincloth?' I complained.

Mani was quiet but then exhaled softly, 'What else could I wear?'

She kissed me softly and nibbled my ear, adding, 'I know you like it.'

'How?'

It was strange. Instead of asking why she thought so, I simply asked how she learned that, that perhaps Chinni may have dropped some hints.

'Don't you know how?' she asked. 'Weren't you licking it up from my rump today?'

A shiver ran through me, and it seemed she completely exposed me. She licked the corner of my lips as she continued stroking, but my penis was now rock hard and about to explode. It was quiet for a moment, and then she said, 'Oh, Yedu. I am so in love with you.'

'You are perfect,' she affirmed as she showered my lips with kisses.

'Your wife has been naughty,' she added. 'I deposited his sperm where it belongs.'

'Where?'

She hesitated, but stared at me and straddled my chest, planting her pussy on my mouth. The familiar smell hit me, and even though I hesitated, I pushed my tongue into her folds. The intensity of his semen that was only faint on her backside engulfed me. As Mani said, I was used to it as the bedsheets often stunk of that.

'Oh, Yedu,' moaned Mani as my tongue swirled inside. Even though it was dried, the faint acidity made me aware it was semen and that Mani wasn't making it up. Mani's moaning encouraged me, and I eagerly licked until she climaxed, a little over 5 minutes.

Mani wasted little time and immediately lay next to me and stroked me. She was breathless as she sealed my lips with hers. Mani furiously jerked me, but I slowed her, wanting to savor it. She understood and continued with our slow kissing. After a very long kiss, she muttered, 'I knew you wouldn't mind.'

'How?' I asked.

'Because I have been licking my loincloths clean of his stuff and you never complained of my breath,' she said.

'You are so wicked, Mani,' I grumbled. Her actions shocked and stunned me, but my hormones were on overdrive, and her lust clouded my judgment. I didn't think she would look at him, but I was wrong. After some nuzzling, she once again kissed me.

I was near ejaculating, and she continued kissing and stroking me. Right when I was about to cum, she enveloped my knob in her mouth and swallowed my spunk. Having told me what she did with Basava's, I understood she had experimented with it before and didn't have the usual inhibitions women have.

Cleaning my cock with her mouth, she asked, 'Are you happy?'

Mani had surprised me the last few weeks, but what scared me was how grossly I underestimated her in every respect."

"Wow," seethed Deeksha. "That IS intense. I couldn't have imagined it."

Deeksha knew a lot already, and the previous night she experimented with some of it. But in front of him, she pretended to be inexperienced.

"Having second thoughts? Did Chinni try any such experiments?" she asked.

"No Deeksha," he said. "Chinni wasn't as adventurous. Mani seemed far more experienced and perhaps lived a rather wild life, as she possessed few inhibitions. She was circumspect at the outset only because she knew little about me."

"So, did you approve of her actions?" she asked.

"I can't say that I approved," he said. "It's more complicated. On one hand, Basava's imposing personality and his ability to pleasure women planted that thought in my mind from the start. But on the other, I worried about its impact on our relationship and how the Zamindar would take it, given it was apparent that he had taken an interest in Mani even if he didn't act yet."

"In a way, you didn't mind it?" she asked, pushing.

"You could say that," he answered.

"Uncle," Deeksha said and hesitated. My father didn't mind openness, encouraging her, "What? We have discussed everything, so don't beat around the bush."

"I don't know how to ask this," she said, still balking. "But, perhaps Adwait would have similar thoughts at the start of our relationship, so it is better I ask."

"Go on," he urged.

"You suspected Basava would court her but weren't sure that she would approve of him?"

"Yes," he answered. "That's right. Earlier I wasn't certain if Mani would entertain such things, but once she shared some of her history, it seemed she was more mature and experienced; the way she handled the Zamindar showed me she was no ordinary woman. But her lust and libido threw me off entirely, and that night I was certain that Basava would regularly mount her, and there wasn't anything I could do."

"Hmm..." she muttered. "But did you want it? Did you want her to live that wanton life with her potential lovers?"

"You mean even before I married her?" he asked.

"Yes, did you wish Basava and Zamindar to cuckold you?"

"That's a tough one," he exhaled. "It's hard to answer such questions as our minds vacillate between two extremes, and often we don't control the circumstances even though we believe otherwise."

"Still," she pushed him. "Did that excite you? Did you wish her to be the uninhibited woman?"

He silently considered what happened 20 years ago, but such things leave an impression. It confuses and creates a coherent picture even if things were blurry. It didn't take long, but I was surprised that he said this.

"You know, Deeksha," he started. "Initially, I lusted for her and only imagined sex with her at every opportunity, but once she warmed up to me and I seriously entertained the possibility of marrying her, my thoughts were inundated with images of Basava mounting her."

"Oh wow!"

"Did Chinni play a role in it?" she asked.

"Of all the three daughters-in-law, I was closest to her. There was both a physical and an emotional connection as we both enjoyed each other's company. She helped me get over my ego and fully entertain such a possibility. The seed was planted long ago as my voyeurism got the better of me, and I saw him regularly mount his daughters-in-law. With Chinni, his sexual prowess was so clear that I had no doubt what I wanted for Mani."

"I thought so," she muttered. "What happened next? Did she explain how it started?"

"Mani and I had a long conversation after that, and she explained everything. Basava made his move the first time he visited our place, which was a few days after Mani arrived. The entire evening, he continued to ogle and mentally undress her. It was so obvious, and Mani wondered why I wasn't objecting to his obvious lewdness. She acted cordially, and when she handed him the teacup, he boldly held her hand and looked into her eyes."

"So he made it clear immediately?"

"Right away, Mani understood, as some context of him using our house while we were gone came during our talk."

"Did you see it?"

"No, that's why it surprised me. But I could see that Basava leered at her, and she occasionally glanced back, evincing her curiosity."

"So it was only a matter of time?" muttered Deeksha.

"Basava made his intentions clear the first time, and then spied on her while she took her bath and followed her to the quarry as she emptied her bowels."

"So, she knew it all along?"

"Not right away, but yes, she learned at the start when she found her loincloth full of his ejaculate," he said.

"And did she really lick it and stuff it inside her?"

"Not right away, but she became curious after the 3rd or 4th time, and it was the day when she didn't bathe but was washing clothes in the bathroom. Still, Basava came inside her loincloth and left."

"That evening she licked it clean, and before she could take her shower, I arrived, and that's how it happened. We kissed, and she learned I wasn't averse. The stench should have been apparent, but my lust for her outweighed such concerns."

"I was embarrassed and didn't understand how to face her, so I slept outside that night. An uneasiness bothered me when she told me she would rather be the Zamindar's mistress. Inviting my close acquaintance, Basava, meant that she wanted to be his too. I feared eventually Basava may seek payback, and even though we never spoke of it, I saw him rub his crotch when he saw Mani. All that made me wonder if marrying Mani was the right thing."

"Hmm... Perhaps Adwait may feel the same," muttered Deeksha.

"I also wondered if he had already taken her, although it seemed unlikely."

"No, she didn't," Deeksha assured. "Priyamani was far more experienced to negate years of hard work."

"Do you care to elaborate?" my father asked. Although it was apparent that the cat was out of the bag and she could have spoken about anything, she was his daughter-in-law and had to tread carefully. At times she blurted things out without thinking, and at times she held back.

"I don't mean any offense," she clarified.

"Of course. I understand. Go on," he urged.

"It's clear she was open-minded and may have had multiple partners before you. Such an attractive woman with a strong sex drive cannot remain celibate long. Perhaps her first marriage corrupted her; you said the first husband felt similarly. Sex is an important aspect of a young woman's life. Marrying you may have been a compromise she made for Adwait, but the incident with Zamindar may have encouraged her to explore more."

"You are right," he said. "Although I doubted her intentions initially, I learned that I lacked choices. It was common for such a beautiful woman to be raped or even kidnapped then. Being under the Zamindar's protection and having friends like Basava turned out to be beneficial."

"What happened next? Did you bother her again that night?"

"How did you know?"

"Did you imagine it?" He asked and turned to her. "In her place?"

He kissed her, pushing his tongue into her mouth, and got on top, aligning his penis against her entrance. Deeksha grabbed it, rubbing the tip against her lips. It was thicker and longer. Just as he pushed, she pointed it downwards so that it didn't enter, and she did it a few more times before he understood. She coyly mumbled, "If I let you put it in, you won't finish."

"Why do I have a feeling?" he whispered. "You would have been more than a handful."

"Of course," she replied. "Perhaps you can get advice from Adwait."

They chuckled at the weird dynamics, and he asked, "Would you seriously wish it? Assume Mani's place as my wife?"

Deeksha blushed.

"It is hard to say," she explained. "Ever since I heard some of this from Adwait, I have constantly imagined myself in her spot. Even now, as you are narrating, I want to be her."

"You are curious, Deeksha," he lovingly whispered. "Adwait was a good match. He seems well balanced; he won't mind your transgressions and will still be loving."

She nodded.

He lay down beside her, and as she shifted to her side, she gently touched his penis and whispered, "So, did you disturb her again at night?"

"I was sleepless and restless. Early in the morning, I tiptoed inside and saw that Adwait was suckling on her breast," he said.

"Suckling?" Deeksha chuckled. "How old was he?"

"Oh, perhaps 4, but young enough to not make us worry about his behavior."

"And how old was my mother-in-law?" she asked.

"Mani was 23 or 24. Murugam was born a little before our third anniversary," he muttered.

"I slept next to her and hugged her from behind; she moaned and pushed her butt against my semi-erection.

'What has gotten into you, Mani?' I whispered, nuzzling.

I touched her other breast and gently squeezed her nipple. She groaned and turned her face towards me. I leaned to kiss her, and she exhaled. It was intensely erotic; I could feel the intensity even in her breath. She didn't kiss me back but allowed me to continue kissing and exploring her mouth. I kept lightly touching and pulling her nipple, making her flinch. It was a passionate moment as I hugged her, chewed on her lips, and continued to grind my pelvis into her hips. That darkness heightened my senses and all I sensed were her breath and her voluptuous body. Although I knew she was taller than me, only then did my inadequacy dawn on me."

Deeksha softened for my father, and his humility enamored her. It wasn't easy to discuss such intimate experiences, yet this willingness built a strong foundation for their relationship. She turned to him, kissed him and continued to slowly fondle his genitals.

"Mani said, 'I don't know Yedu, but it feels I am ready to breed again,' after passionate and deep kisses.

'I've been on edge all night because the small one hasn't stopped nibbling on my breast. I have been burning with lust ever since the Zamindar laid his eyes on me, but your friend Basava's pursuit has completely aroused me and ready to breed.'

'You never told me about him earlier,' I pleaded.

'What's there to tell? You married a young and beautiful woman; shouldn't you be watching out for her?'"

"I didn't know what to say, so I kept quiet. 'He has seen my full backside many times and glimpsed my chest covered in a thin garment multiple times. When you bring him home, I see him mentally undressing me,' she added.

'You are so uninhibited, Mani,' I whispered, pulling her even closer. 'I thought you lubricated constantly because you wanted sex with me.'

We kissed deeply. She exhaled, 'Of course. I always look forward to sex with you. With these two breeding bulls, though, it's different. It's like they sense my readiness for mating, or maybe my body acknowledges their virility and readies itself.'"

"'Even though it surprises you, you know how he looks at me and what he can do, right?'

'Yes, and I know you return his glances,' I said.

'Oh, really?' She chuckled. 'You knew about him, and you didn't think it important to warn or protect me from him?'

'Or do you hope something will happen?' she sensually asked. I leaned forward and kissed her voraciously. Lust for her overwhelmed me. After some intense smooching, I moved to her breast and caressed it with my lips, gently exploring her nipple. She lightly pushed me away, a familiar gesture like she would with Adwait, but then moaned.

There was no milk, but it satisfied me. Sucking on her ample breasts once again made me realize her need for someone larger to fulfill her.

'Oh,' she panted. 'You want me to breed so these breasts will fill with milk?'

I knew how deeply I wanted her, but the idea of Basava fucking her unsettled me."

"That's surreal," whispered Deeksha. "Having sex with another is so depraved, and she wanted him to fertilize her."

"You're surprised?"

She froze, then shook her head.

"Why not?" he asked.

She weighed her thoughts and said, "Women, given a choice, prefer to conceive from a man who is fit and well-endowed."

"Maybe that's why I feel you could have filled her shoes," he said.

"Of course," she replied.

"After kissing her breasts a while, I lifted her saree and shoved my dick between her legs. Her body heat tempted me, and I tried to lift her leg, but she didn't yield.

'Yedu,' she encouraged in her soft voice. 'You haven't confronted your friend yet; you deserve nothing more until you do that.'

While she said that, she raised her leg enough for my cock to nestle between her thighs, and that was enough for me to hump. I roughly seized her breast and mercilessly shoved my penis inside. It contacted her pussy, but didn't penetrate. I vigorously pumped for a minute or two before ejaculating and soiling her saree.

It ended unceremoniously, but she didn't complain, got out of bed and began her morning chores. As she left, I wondered if I should follow. As despicable as it may sound, I detoured and stood by the farthest corner atop a short hill to see if Basava showed. I was too late and didn't witness anything. Disappointed, I headed back when I noticed Mani emerge from the bushes and make her way to our house. I was about to rush when I noticed an old, tall man emerge from the bushes on the far end and followed her."

"So, they didn't talk?" asked Deeksha.

"It didn't seem so," he replied. "Basava was far from her, and Mani didn't acknowledge him and simply headed back. It was strange that while they didn't talk, it seemed he was trying to attract attention."

"He communicated his desire for her," explained Deeksha. "She didn't mind exposing her posterior to him. Perhaps she did some of that in the bathroom."

"So, you think she was enticing him?" he asked.

"She approves of his advances," Deeksha clarified.

"At home, things seemed normal, and we got busy with work. Mani didn't mention him and went about her usual activities; it weighed on me. Later that evening, I tried to stop Basava, but he vanished. I raced to our house, taking an alternative route, and found him seated on our porch. My heart skipped when I saw him at our house, even though only 10 minutes passed when he excused himself and left."

"Your heart races now," quipped Deeksha.

"My mind spun," my father said. "Little doubt remained that Basava was seducing Mani. With her promiscuous past and confession, it would eventually happen. I could visualize Basava's dark, enormous frame on Mani's fair, enticing body as she panted in ecstasy while he plowed her pussy. There were moments the daughters-in-law, in some subtle ways, communicated they could barely feel me, especially on days they entertained me after they had him."

"Was he truly well-endowed?" she asked shyly.

"I thought I had already clarified it," he retorted.

"Oh no," she stated. "It's just in the heat of the moment it may have felt that way, but did you objectively ascertain for sure?"

"How would one do that?" he asked, puzzled. "I saw it a few times and noted the power he wielded over these women. I am confident he was well-endowed. In fact, it wasn't even a human penis; it seemed someone had cut a horse's dick and attached it," he exclaimed. "But it wasn't just his rod; he commanded attention, though he was a commoner. He was the type the wealthy hired for security. Extremely dark-skinned because of the work on the farms, he wore a graying, thick mustache with a beard he often shaved. He developed calluses on his large hands because of the work he performed throughout the year."

"What did you do?" Deeksha asked. "Did you walk in and interrupt?"

"As foolish as it may sound," he said. "I had the urge to walk up to Basava and openly confront him. And I approached the house, but I wondered this: what if he beats me to a pulp? How would Mani respect me? Amidst that intense jealousy and anger, I failed to realize my stiffness that tented my dhoti. It forced me to hide behind the bushes next to our house. He turned back to see if someone stood in the yard but saw no one; he sat, but this time on the opposite side, so he could look inside."

"I wanted to rush out, but noticing my hard-on, I realized my arousal, when I spied on him mounting his daughters-in-law. Mani was much taller and had a slender, shapely, sensual figure, wide hips, large breasts, big, beautiful eyes, and luscious lips. Mani outshone his daughter-in-laws; their only advantage was they were almost virgins when he had sex with them first."

"Oh god," muttered Deeksha, "you are so hard. You are replaying the scene."

"I wanted to see it for myself, so despite our tiny house, it was bold to hide behind the tall bushes. Mani was not expecting anyone and seeing Basava surprised her. She hesitantly stepped towards the door, and just like women involuntarily touch their pallu (the loose end of the saree), she grabbed it and wiped her face. Sweat soaked her from her work. Suddenly she was conscious of her disheveled state but didn't know what to do. She mindlessly covered her breasts with the cloth and tried to hide her stretch marks."

"As Basava looked at her up and down, sexual anxiety rushed through her, and she lowered her eyes and stood meekly; anyone could see how he attracted her. I noted his lust, and I understood he considered her exceptional and was sure he knew that regardless of her state, the woman who stood in front of him was exceptional. The Mehndi (henna) on her hands and on her feet clearly revealed her as a newlywed, and her fresh face communicated she had not experienced sleeplessness like beautiful brides would."

"'Yedu,' she said, correcting herself, 'is not here.'

Basava looked at her and said, 'I came to see you.'

She looked at him and blushed. Clearing his throat, he continued, 'My youngest son marries this Sunday, and I came to invite you and Yedurappa.'

She said, 'Yes, he told me. Let us know if you need help.'

'Can I have some water?' he asked.

Mani hurried inside and got some for him. We had a special earthen pot that kept water cold, which he appreciated. She bent down, exposing her curves; the blouse struggled to contain her large melons. His eyes lingered on her naked waist, and her skin invited his touch. Her pink, luscious lips curled into a warm smile as she offered that glass. As he took it, he held her hand and appreciated it. It amused her as he looked at her palms. His rugged hands stroked them and inspected the intricate patterns.

'Your hands are very soft,' he whispered.

She blushed, withdrew them and retreated, but he didn't let her go and stood up.

Grabbing her hands, he said, 'Can you do these on the bride's hands?'

She nervously smiled and said, 'Yes, that's very easy.'

He offered the glass to her, 'Drink this. You seem to be tired.'

Mani looked at him curiously, but taking the glass, she gulped the water by simply pouring the water into her mouth without touching lips to the glass. He simply stood there and feasted on her beauty as the water slid down her throat and focused on her heaving breasts. She nervously smiled, understanding his intent.

Basava confidently advanced and whispered, 'I need one more favor.'

Her eyes hesitated, but she looked at him and waited. He leaned forward, whispering into her ear and taking her hand, 'I need help to plan the couple's first night.'

This wasn't unheard of, as he had three other daughters-in-law, so it was surprising. She nervously said, 'Any of your daughters-in-law should be able to help you.'

'Mani,' he said firmly, leaning forward to explain. 'They can certainly help inside the house,' he said. 'but there is no privacy and hardly any space.'

'So?' she asked curiously, eyeing him. 'What about the machan on your farm?'

The thought intrigued her and she smiled suggestively.

'Ok,' she said. 'Would that work?' he asked, hoping she agreed.

She smiled, 'Yes, it should work.'"

"Basava said, lowering his voice and moving closer. 'Are you sure it would take the weight?'

She suddenly realized what he was doing. As he touched her arm, a jolt of excitement rushed through her body. Her lips quivered, and she let out an almost inaudible moan. She hesitantly stepped back and tried to cover her half-exposed blouse. He looked at her intently and said, 'Never mind; it's nothing I haven't seen.'

It was as if he stripped her naked, and I felt she would revolt, but only observed that lust-filled and unsure gaze.

He knew how to take advantage; he drew her close and whispered, 'Should we test it to see if it holds my weight? If so, then it should be stable, right?'

His breath intoxicated her; even though she glared at him, she didn't push him away. Her feminine scent inflamed his loins while he entranced her, inhaling his breath and his sweaty smell.

'I am sure Yedu has not tested it,' he joked. 'Besides, I don't believe he has the right apparatus.'

It awakened her from her reverie, and she pushed his hand away and tried to step inside. He blocked her and towered over her, and I saw the sexual heat get to her. She looked to see if anyone had noticed them and almost pleaded with his eyes to let go. The fire that raged inside for the past weeks finally ignited. Mani's confidence evaporated as her eyes drifted from him and the yard entrance. He stepped forward, gripping her waist. She blushed as she tried to wriggle away, but he was strong, and she couldn't escape.

They stared at each other, basking in their ardor. Basava moved forward, closing the distance, and this trapped her between him and the door. Her demeanor shifted, the way it had with the Zamindar, where she surrendered and evaded Basava's eyes, staring blankly at the bush behind which I hid. He exuded extraordinary confidence, as Mani put to shame even Zamindar's beautiful wife. However, it was Mani's blush and tacit approval that stunned me most. As Basava pulled her in, she flinched a little, glanced at him, and looked away. With the Zamindar, she acted defiantly and anxiously; but with Basava, she ached for his touch."

"There was a deafening silence; I could only hear her ragged breath and see her heaving breasts. Her eyes approved of him in the most primal way. He grabbed her butt; she blushed as sexual energy surged through her. As he pulled her in so that their pelvises were conjoined, she seethed and gave him her disapproving look. It took only a few moments, but Mani's eyes were wide open as she felt his stiff member rub against her belly. She suddenly realized he was a bull, and his name means exactly that."

Deeksha felt his chest and whispered, "You are reliving that moment: your heart is racing and you hardened like a rock."

Hearing him relate his first cuckold experience moistened her. She kissed him intensely while slowly stroking him and encouraging him to continue.

"I faced a seminal moment as I saw Mani's reddened face as her gaze locked with his. Basava leaned forward and whispered something. She flushed, shook her head and looked away. She stood there as he lifted her until on her toes and kissed her cheeks. Mani squeezed her eyes shut, but as he planted small kisses on her face, she turned and looked up. And ever so lightly I saw her pucker her lips, and he planted his lips on hers," my father said.

"Did you see the daughter-in-laws kiss him?"

"Not much," he replied. "Not the kind of kissing we did. Although they enjoyed kissing me after relaxing. The oldest consumed a lot of pan and tobacco, and I avoided kissing her. The youngest, Chinni, enjoyed kissing very much and introduced me to the art."

"Were you getting jealous?" asked Deeksha. She slowly stroked him and felt his balls.

"Very much," my father said. "But I had a painful erection and yearned to see them kiss. Basava had an aura that always captivated women. He wouldn't be able to resist her, but I didn't think Mani would succumb to him so quickly."

"Why, because she was a Brahmin?"

"He impregnated a few village Brahmin females, so I knew they lusted for his brawn, but Mani was not a commoner. She was highly educated and matured in a fairly affluent house."

"Hmm... but didn't Chinni warn you, or encourage you to accept it?"

"Yes, she was direct," he said. "She encouraged me to propose to Mani and also warned that Basava would salivate at the prospect of breeding her."

"Really?" Deeksha asked, surprised. "So, she encouraged or dissuaded you?"

"It's hard to understand," he said. "We were intimate, and she spoke rather openly."

"What did she say?"

"Chinni chattered," my father said. "She was the first to say I was a sexual person, and it was weird I lived alone. She worried about our age gap, but with Basava, she was certain that Mani wouldn't be sexually unsatisfied."

"She didn't mince her words?"

"She audaciously asked me to lick her after I came inside her, so yes," he replied.

"You didn't object?" Deeksha mused.

"Not quite; she was very sexual too and loved that we could get intimate without fearing judgment. She insisted we indulge in oral sex, to fully satisfy her. She liked me and preferred deliberate sex with me. She was quite adventurous and once spent all her waking hours having sex with her husband, her father-in-law, and me alternately."

"She definitely was adventurous," mused Deeksha. "But how did she convince you to share your wife with Basava?"

"Oh, she didn't," he explained. "She said it was bound to happen, with a man like Basava. Even if the women initially dislike him, they eventually cave and appreciate what he offers. Brahmin women require constant sex, so that proves useful."

"Really?" The openness with her father-in-law and Basava's youngest daughter-in-law stunned Deeksha.

"She didn't urge you?"

"Urge? She asserted no matter how I tried, Basava would claim her in six months," he replied.

"Six?"

"It was uncommon for women to cheat easily, so that meant his personality conquered them quickly. After meeting her, she said, 'No, just two; he can't resist her.'"

"She was right," Deeksha muttered. "Was there anything at stake?"

"Not really, but she demanded I not blame Mani for any consequences," he said.

"She helped me accept and make peace with it beforehand. I observed the pleasure he bestowed on women, so I needed little convincing. I only worried if Mani would accept and if she would condemn me."

"You didn't encourage Mani?" asked Deeksha.

"You ARE insistent," my father exhaled.

"I see," he said. "You want to understand how to handle Adwait?"

Deeksha smiled and nodded.

"Chinni's and my understanding was to let things evolve naturally," he explained. "But no sooner did she plant that seed when I became curious and started spying on Basava and Chinni regularly. I had seen them a few times, but that was long ago. It stirred my loins as I saw her strip for him often; she rarely did for me when we had time. And the passionate moans I heard frequently convinced me that Mani deserved his services. He was a quintessential bull, and despite his age, he took an inordinate time to spurt. To see him pairing with Mani sprouted in my mind."

"She agreed to marry you then?"

"She considered it, and it took 3-4 months, and soon after we wed."

"What was she thinking?"

"Funny you ask," he said. "I thought the same and asked on our journey home."

"She trusted her instincts and answered. She first ignored the question, and I led her by letting her ask obvious ones: if I could handle my alcohol, if I owned farmland, if I had a house, if I was too old, etc.

Mani smiled and kept quiet, but seeing that I wouldn't relent, she moved Adwait towards the window and sat next to me. We rode a bus, and darkness prevailed inside, and most had dozed off, which was why I spoke to her in hushed tones. I simply froze when Mani turned to me laying her head on my shoulder; she gently stroked my chest.

I had only touched her hand once, so electricity shot through me, and she immediately realized how she affected me. She smiled, gently kissing my neck, whispering, 'And you thought you were too old?'

I blushed and asked, 'So, what were you thinking about?'

She finally said, 'I worried about Adwait; I wasn't sure if you would love him as much as your other children.'

'Which others?' I asked.

She blushed and gently hit me on my chest.

'Do you think we can have children?' I asked. 'Why not?' she asked.

'All men I have had wanted to seed me and tried their hardest,' she said."

"So, she confessed to her affair with her previous father-in-law?"

"No," he clarified. "She only admitted her licentiousness, and not because she wanted but because the men from her husband's family forced her."

"Is that it?"

"The affairs continued for a couple of years. Her own behavior shocked her and she warned me. Even the landlord boned her regularly. All these were much older, and hence she smiled about me being older."

"She hid nothing?"

"Mani explained what I needed to know," he explained. "She volunteered the three demanded nonstop sex, and after resisting, she never refused. It was as if she were married to all three and enjoying her honeymoon."

"When I expressed my surprise, she said, 'Yes; two of them could have been your father. Sex defines me, and men detect that. Besides, my beauty always attracted men, especially the wrong kind.'"

"It must have stunned you."

"Actually, ever since she admitted she was not innocent, my mind raced. Mani realized her proximity stiffened me; leaning forward, she whispered, 'I give you all this youth and beauty, as I heard farm men have strong backs.'

She gently caressed my well-shaped chest and then slid her hand inside and felt my nipple. I was startled but grasped her allure."

"And you must have already been thinking about the Zamindar and Basava, right?"

"Zamindar was affluent, and I didn't think he would take much interest in Mani, and even so, he would move on. But yes, I knew Basava couldn't resist her charm. And since Chinni mentioned it to me, I knew an affair with him was possible. Mani was so heavenly, smelling so fresh after toiling an entire day. Images of him with Mani aroused me."

"Did she realize?"

"No. She thought it was her effervescence and beauty that excited me."

"Did anything else happen?"

"Not really, but Adwait wanted to suckle I glimpsed her breasts, but it was too dark to fully appreciate."

"Hmm..."

"It all fell into place. Chinni was astute and ensured our bed stank of his semen. Since I was so used to it, I didn't detect it, but Mani initially thought mine but soon realized differently. Chinni couldn't hide it from her and divulged her affair; Mani soon guessed the lover's name."

"So, Chinni didn't guide you?" asked Deeksha.

"A few weeks afterwards, she said it would happen and earlier than we thought," he said.

"Oh, really?"

"She said Basava made progress in seducing Mani. I didn't believe it, but then she told me some things Mani noticed and what she shared with her. She saw him follow her several days as she would head for her morning activities."

"All of that happened, and you didn't know?"

"I felt Mani was horny yet enjoyed sex with me. Only after Chinni alerted me did I notice Mani and Basava's dynamics."

"What did you see?"

"I noted Mani's unbridled lust for him. The contrast of her pale skin against his rough dark skin intrigued me. Her pink lips welcoming his black ones revealed she longed for them since moving here. Mani stood on her toes as he lightly kissed her. My heart almost stopped when I saw her hands encircle his neck and pull him in."

"So, she French kissed him?" asked Deeksha.

"Yes, the kind of kiss she loved. Basava was inexperienced but enjoyed as she kissed him."

"You leak already," Deeksha whispered, rubbing her thumb against his knob. He pulled her in and kissed her voraciously, but Deeksha didn't want the story unfinished, so after kissing him, she asked, "What happened next?"

"I lost control and stroked myself in the yard. Mani's kissing him shocked me. I witnessed her hunger for him."

"How long was the kiss?"

"It was deep and intense, relaying her need to mate with him. She regained her composure and pushed him away. Their intimacy scene lasted a few minutes, but I replayed it a thousand times in my mind.

Basava sneered, wiping his lips after Mani stepped inside. I stepped out and returned home after a bit. His arrival delayed her and she had not bathed. Once back, I peeked inside the shed and noticed cloth covering the holes in the hut. She smiled, noticing my surprise, but remained silent until I stepped inside. Her seductiveness drew me in, and I hugged her, we quickly locked into a passionate embrace, forgetting Adwait. Her breath reminded me she was in heat and fully ready to fuck.

'Mani, your breath entices me,' I whispered.

She blushed. 'Didn't I tell you that I am near my most fertile?'

I was stunned. 'Really?'

She nodded.

Adwait interrupted and we stopped. She bathed and got ready. When I noticed Basava heading towards our house with Chinni, I stepped inside to bathe. They came to invite us to his youngest son's wedding."

"So that was just a ruse to catch Mani alone?"

"Of course. Basava didn't tell me he was coming, even though we were together. I tried delaying him, but he made some excuse and vanished."

"Interesting," said Deeksha. "What happened next?"

"Well, Mani reacted as if she saw him for the first time. The wedding was just two days away, whereas our celebration was the following evening. Because of timing, I suggested Mani wouldn't be able to help with the Mehndi. Marriages then were simplistic, and not everything had to be perfect, or even done. It wasn't practical; she slaved tirelessly for days cleaning and preparing our house. Entertaining 50 people demands effort.

Few men would enter another's house unless for specific occasions. Mani made drinks for all. We were out of milk as I didn't milk the cows. We chatted about the preparations while sipping our drinks. I saw Mani's flush and knew she was aroused. Her erect nipples poked through her blouse. His eyes trained on her, and I sensed she stole glances.

Mani finally said nervously, 'It's okay; I can come late at night to do the Mehndi.'

'Don't worry, as we will distance you from the celebrations,' assured Chinni.

This prevented me intervening; Chinni helped him set the trap. I stepped out with them, while Mani stood by the door. I excused myself to use the restroom and walked around the house as they headed to the main exit. I got curious about what Mani would do, so I chose the best spot by the window and peeped inside. Mani saw them off, and from the corner, I could see he rushed back into the house as Chinni stepped towards the gate. My heart skipped, and I noticed my hardness then. It was the first time they were alone inside.

Although fully aware, she seemed comfortable and walked behind him. He grinned, looking at her, and stuffed some clothes in the bag that he had shown us for Mani's opinion.

'So, you will come?' he asked as he stepped towards the door.

'Yes,' she mumbled, with a nervous smile.

She frequently looked up at him as if to steal glances. I couldn't hear everything but could guess what they spoke about; fortunately, they moved towards my side, which shielded them from the main entrance to our yard.

Mani carefully maintained distance from him since I was home. Mani was fresh, dressed in her full saree, and looked quite fetching with her thick, free-flowing hair she wore down to dry. Basava had also bathed.

He looked around and stepped towards her. She sensed his intent and nervously looked around; she raised her eyebrows, showing that I was not far away. But Basava confidently advanced, and all she could do was step back until he trapped her behind the door, completely shielded from Chinni's sight. The setting sun illuminated that corner but made it difficult for them to see me. I observed her beauty, nervousness and anxiety as her eyes begged for him to step out."

"That surprised you?" asked Deeksha. "Finding a woman with another man always implied something duplicitous."

"Basava mastered seducing married women, and it was no surprise he wooed Mani quickly," he said. "He rarely shared his conquests, but occasionally he dispensed some scandalous details."

Really?"

"Once, he impregnated a Brahmin woman and her daughter. And the funny thing was the husband knew but couldn't act."

"Isn't that risky?" asked Deeksha. "What if he is caught?"

"Oh, if the people know, it would mean death, but Basava loved to assert his dominance -- to find an avenue and push boundaries. Sometimes he forced himself on them, but they soon fell under his spell," my father said.

"Basava purposely courted Mani in our house," he continued. "He showed he had the balls to seduce her there and communicate I didn't oppose it."

"Did he know?"

"Of course not," he retorted. "No one speaks about such things. They just happen, and we either make peace or rebel."

"At that moment, Mani clearly obliged him and helped him stake his claim. As he moved forward, I could see her eyes searching for me, but it wasn't easy to see me because of the sun. Basava boldly laid his hand on her belly and massaged it with his palm. Mani shivered, her eyes filling with fear. My penis leaked precum as I could imagine him filling her womb. He shamelessly pulled away her saree, exposing her massive breasts. For the first time, I could see her blouse in daylight. Those buttons fought to contain her breasts."

"You hadn't seen her naked until then?" asked Deeksha.

"Not in broad daylight and at night she wouldn't fully undress, although I saw her naked breasts a few times with our dimmed lantern."

"So, Basava got a treat?"

"Very much."

"He seized and massaged them, then sealing her lips with his. It didn't matter if I were home as they devoured each other. Basava pulled her hand to his crotch, and I saw her hesitate but then eagerly pushed into his dhoti and felt his manhood. They kissed intensely for a minute, after which she pulled away and checked in my direction."

"Did you view his cock?" asked Deeksha. "Did she notice the difference?"

"I couldn't see, but how she stroked, he was gifted," he replied. "Basava whispered, 'Do you like it?'

Blushing, she said, 'You don't take me for a newlywed now?'

Basava muttered, 'You are such a flirt dropping hints since you arrived.'

'Oh? Why do I suspect you followed me every morning to witness my morning rituals?' she asked.

I couldn't hear this and only heard from Mani later. It sort of made sense.

'Take it in your mouth, Mani,' he pleaded. 'It rightful place is only inside your pussy or your mouth.'

Mani pleaded, 'No, Basava. Not now. Yedu is home and can step in at any moment.'

Basava seized her hair and spat, 'Do you think I care?'

A lump formed in my throat as I witnessed him beat up some women, although he never abused those who complied and did he asked."

"Why did you steer her towards him then?" asked Deeksha.

"There wasn't much I could do," he said. "Besides, women seem to gravitate to such men and even enjoy the rough fucking they get."

"I understand that. Sometimes women like submitting, but such strong ones submit only for alphas like him."

"Mani leaned forward, and I saw her pulling him in for a kiss. Her pale hands filled with mehndi and green bangles reminded me she was my new bride who should be in my arms. Mani was on her toes as she eagerly pushed her tongue into his mouth. Her lust overflowed as she devoured his mouth. My dick jerked violently watching him hold her. Only he could service such a beautiful and well-built woman. Only such strong mares accept the seed of such stallions and birth their foals.

After some passionate kissing, she cursorily looked my way and knelt in front of him. She nuzzled his bulge, showering small kisses and delicately pulled out the dark snake. He considered her and guided her mouth to it.

It shocked me Mani opened her mouth and welcomed it. Basava turned his back to the door, which made it easy to see Mani eagerly swallow it. The sheer contrast of his specimen stretching her pink lips made me shiver. Her slender fingers wrapped around his base, and she slowly bobbed over the knob; not more than 3/4 of the penis could enter."

"Wow, that was quick," stated Deeksha. "And until then she hadn't sucked your dick?"

"You remembered," he smiled. "Only once and that was when I came. But it was because I never pushed her for it."

"Did she know what she was doing?"

"Very much," he said. "That Mani was a natural didn't shock me."

"It surprised me to see how pleasing him so engrossed her. I was there, yet it didn't bother them. It wasn't very long, but he pushed his penis deeper, and Mani helped.

Unexpectedly, one of our bulls knocked off a bucket in the yard, disrupting their ecstasy. It was my chance to exit the house and reenter; as I glanced sideways, I saw him dart out of the gate while I entered through the back. Mani's flush revealed what occurred. She evidenced arousal and avoided eye contact, but I rushed over and kissed her. The timid, hesitant woman vanished as she took control, exposing my rod and thrusting her tongue into my mouth. The intensity heightened as she dominated me, reaffirming I was no match.

'Do you find him attractive?' I asked, breaking the kiss.

Guiding her back to the large box in our house, I said, 'I want to see it, Mani. I want to see how your vagina accepts his horse dick.'

Mani's eyes widened, and she viewed me with disbelief. Her eyes filled with lust and a hint of guilt as she stared at me. The thought was utterly indecent, but I was determined to shred the veil of decency. She had just bathed, so her vagina was clean, but I was sure it dripped. Nature facilitated this breeding. I raised her saree as she shivered, surrendering. I had not seen her fully naked and never outside of bed. Yes, I hadn't seen her pussy. I had this urge to see if her pussy wept for his massive dick.

Her eyes filled with shame as she subtly resisted me lifting her saree; it only fueled my desire. I turned her so the setting sun could illuminate her glorious pussy. As I spread her legs and inspected her jet-black pubes, I realized her juices matted it. It was unmistakable; one could have confused it for semen.

'Yedu,' she pleaded, realizing that her vagina revealed it--she was a complete slut! I lifted her legs and placed them on the wooden box.

It was so precious! The purplish-colored thin lips, amidst a dense patch that only slightly flared; her slit was still thin despite delivering a child. Her light brown lips amidst her bush created an alluring contrast. I delicately touched and traced her lips, feeling the moisture. Mani moaned softly as she glanced at me while I treasured it.

'Mani, you are heavenly,' I mumbled as she smiled weakly. 'I have never seen such a beautiful pussy!'

I scooped up the juices matted against her pubic hair and showed it to her. Her eyes glistened as she saw her juices shining in the sunlight. I offered it to her, and she extended her tongue, licking it off. I rubbed the rest on her lips as she looked at me with her hooded eyes.

'Mani,' I whispered. 'I want to see you, Mani. I want to see what that beast lusts for.'

Her bewilderment exposed her thoughts.

'Yedu,' she pleaded.

'Not now,' she said firmly as I touched her breast and felt her hard nipple.

I leaned and whispered in her ear, 'I want to see you, Mani.' She looked back at the door; it was wide open, all the windows were open, and it seemed I didn't care, and honestly, I didn't. Adwait and Rana visited relatives, which made us feel secure about not being interrupted. Fields surrounded our house, with our closest neighbor 1000 yards away, ensuring seclusion and privacy.

I slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She breathed raggedly as she looked at me and the door. Mani previously commented on my skill in unbuttoning, suggesting I had great experience. The soft skin of her breast started showing itself as I peeled off her top. And there it was in all its glory: her large melons with fully erect and sensitive nipples. The light brown-colored areolas stood apart from her pale skin. Her substantial bust gently dropped to the sides. The way her nipples stood proudly, begging for attention, I knew she craved him to fertilize her. My fingers gently traced her curves, cupping her breasts and twiddling with her nipples. Mani softly moaned as I tugged on one. My boldness unnerved her but she didn't stop me," he said.

"I leaned forward and gently kissed her. She parted them, allowing me to inhale her breath, her unique scent when aroused.

I whispered, 'You are beautiful, Mani!'

She only gasped as I roughly played with a nipple. 'There isn't a woman half as beautiful,' I said softly, 'and as fertile within 100 kilometers.'

I exaggerated, but it wouldn't have shocked me if it was true. She blushed and looked back at the door. I gently lifted her and disposed of her blouse. She continued pleading, but I ignored them. After tossing her blouse, I tugged on her saree, feeling ashamed; she didn't let me, but my lust showed; she relented once she understood I wouldn't stop.

She twirled, feeling dizzy, and almost stumbled, landing in my arms. 'What are you doing, Yedu?' she asked breathlessly. 'Do you want to parade me in front of the village like this?'

I didn't listen and led her to the back door, stepping out on the patio. Mani stood there but didn't dare exit. The setting sun outlined her body beautifully. Mani's flawless complexion, her skin, and her youth dazzled. Despite motherhood, she displayed a flat stomach and showed stretch marks that washed away that paleness of her skin. Her tall, Junoesque physique was directly cut out of those comic books depicting Apsaras and maidens in Hindu mythology. Her large breasts couldn't support themselves and gently drooped forward. Her narrow waist and wide hips clearly conveyed she was to deliver many babies. Mani blushed as I assessed her figure.

She questioned, 'Yedu?'

I admired her and didn't care who else saw. I knew then all my friends would try to score with her, and with her high libido, she would have trouble resisting them. I understood why the men from her husband's family weren't able to forgo her. Mani epitomized femininity with beauty, youth, fertility, and libido abundantly.

I misread her, as she didn't pay heed to ordinary men--men who neither had the equipment nor courage to woo such a beauty.

I asked her to return to the kitchen as I admired her from behind; it was captivating. My mind was filled with desire, and all I could focus on was how perfect she was to be bred by him. Stepping forward, I held her close, and whispered, 'You are an Apsara, Mani!'

She blushed and leaned in for a kiss, but I gently guided her back kneeling in front and licking her. She raised her legs, leaned back, supporting herself with her hands.

'Oh, Yedu,' she moaned as I ate her until she came hard. It didn't take long!"

"We finished just in time; Mani had to quickly prepare as I kept our guest waiting, who had arrived to deliver Adwait. After the guest left, she urged me to talk, as my behavior confused her.

'What got into you?' she whispered.

'Nothing,' I smiled.

I let it build up a little and then said, 'You are a beautiful woman anytime, in any state. Somehow, I suspect you are only blossoming now.'

She blushed. 'Why? What's so special today?'

I replied, 'It's obvious, Mani. You were so excited to find yourself so close to Basava. Your cheeks flushed, and your nipples hardened.'

She blushed deeply, but I didn't reveal my knowledge, unaware I had overheard some of her conversation with him. Although we addressed his sexual interest in her and even Mani mentioned her desire while making love that week, we tried to maintain decency. I didn't volunteer what I saw, and neither did she share anything.

It was quiet, and then she asked, 'You knew?'

I looked at her to see what she would say.

'That he is a philanderer and not the sort who should be around your wife?'

She was right, but it would have been wrong of me, as he paved the path to sleep with his daughter-in-law. Even though they weren't craving it, they entertained me often enough that I felt obliged. However, these situations are not black and white.

'And a lecher,' I said.

'Then?' she wondered.

'Didn't you say avoiding them would be inappropriate?' I smiled.

'You are playing with fire,' she said.

'I know, but I didn't start it,' I retorted and touched her breasts. She sighed as I groped her, even as our little one sat nearby.

She hugged and kissed me on my lips and whispered, 'I love you.'

She kissed me once more and said, 'They say honesty is the best policy, but when it comes to such illicit affairs, it's important to simply trust. Not everything has to be said, and not all must be explained. Don't you agree?'

Mani, who could charm anyone with words, was always logical. Even as I judged her in my mind, she was reminding me not to.

'I love you too,' I said.

'Trust is a must, but wouldn't it be better if we had some ground rules?'

Mani looked at me lovingly for a few moments and said, 'We live together as husband and wife and let things evolve while ensuring we are not stigmatized.'

Chinni showed up unannounced and said, 'Akka (elder sister), we must go to the tailor.'

I looked at Mani and her, puzzled. 'At what time, Chini?' Mani inquired.

She agreed and asked if we could meet later. 'Anna (older brother), can you please walk us to the tailor's?'

Although it confused me, Mani didn't allow me a reply; she simply said, 'Okay.'

It seemed like they were going home after inviting some from the village. He waved to us as they passed. Our house was on our fields; most of them the Zamindar owned, so no one lived nearby. Our house was on the isolated path that connected the main village to the portion where poor or low-caste lived. We were upper caste, but hardships relegated us to living there. Over the years, I strengthened my ties to the lower caste and that explained why I couldn't confront Basava. It was apparent to Mani that I wasn't who I claimed, despite not lying about my status, although my closeness to them with low-caste people may have surprised her, yet she didn't show it.

After the visitors left, I asked, 'What was that about?'

She was busy preparing dinner and responded, 'You were there, weren't you, when they were showing the clothes?'

I was still perplexed with what she said, as no discussion specified those dresses as hers. Basava's daughter-in-law spoke in hushed tones, but I thought it was usual woman talk and paid no heed.

'When did they say the saree was for you?' I asked, flustered with her nonchalance.

'They didn't,' she said. Seeing my face, she smiled, 'Yedu, you are not very smart, are you?'

She pulled my cheek and, kissing me, said, 'Who wears such sarees?'

I mumbled, realizing that she was right. 'I am sure his other daughters-in-law wear such sarees during their wedding.'

She smiled, noticing my irritation. She softly whispered, 'Well, traditional sarees are worn by upper caste women.'

I said, 'But then why didn't they say so?'

She smiled and, turning to her cooking, said, 'Come on, Yedu. It's a gift; such things are given for an appropriate ceremony. Usually, they would have just given us the blouse along with it, but maybe your friend wants to see me wearing the saree.'

She mixed food for Adwait and started feeding him. Although he was too young to understand our relationship, it never seemed like Mani objected to our romance, even when he was nearby. I didn't know exactly what they talked about because the distance prevented me from hearing clearly. While Adwait played with his toys and our dog, she fed him, then patiently waited for his return. We were on the patio, and it had already become quite dark, so we didn't worry about being noticed. I embraced her from behind and gently touched her breasts under the saree.

'Do you approve?' She wondered.

I asked, 'You dressing up for him?'

She smiled and nodded.

I whispered, 'I didn't think you were such a flirt,' as I nuzzled her and massaged her boobs. As Adwait approached, I removed my hand and waited for him to eat and go on his stroll.

She whispered, 'It's okay, Yedu. He will see his mother serve the bulls; such is his fate.' Living in a poor household means there is no privacy, and hence such activities happen in dark, even as members sleep close by.

As I hugged her and stood behind her, massaging both breasts, she groaned and said, 'It doesn't matter, Yedu. The important people notice.'

She toyed with me, so I pinched her nipple under the saree and said, 'That's why you want to stitch the blouse?'

She sighed and responded, 'The blouse was already stitched, but it was tight.'

I was completely speechless and didn't know how to respond. She smiled, sensually saying, 'He follows me to the mangroves each morning; how difficult is it to take my measurements?'

'That's scandalous,' I blurted.

'Are you saying that you got intimate with him there?'

She smiled. 'No Yedu. He stole one of my blouses here.'"

'Is that it?' I playfully asked, 'So, was he able to get measurements this time?'

She raised her eyebrows and blushed, realizing I wasn't entirely oblivious. It was evident that he spent some time alone with her, so he intended something. Rolling her tongue against her teeth, she retorted, 'Why do you object? Shouldn't you have been here keeping me away from him?'

I caressed her other breast and whispered, 'I thought you wanted him.'

Mani turned her face to me, exhaling sensually. Her breath enraptured me, but especially so that day. As I tried to kiss her, she pulled back, mocking me, 'You want your wife to sleep in the bed reeking of his semen and sweat, expecting her to resist him?'

I was getting restless replaying what I had seen but also imagining what lay ahead. It didn't seem I had a choice, and even if I had, Basava would have cuckolded me.

Mani noticed and asked, 'What's bugging you, Yedu? ' I didn't respond immediately and wondered if it was wise, but I had to ask, 'How did he know the blouse was too tight?'

She rolled her eyes and lightly blushed. Shaking her head, she said, 'I tried them on since Chinni insisted.'"

"But you were there in the room," Deeksha asked, puzzled.

"Exactly," he said. "My hormones were on alert, realizing how Basava steadily wooed Mani. It was a buzzed feeling, intensely pleasurable, but later you don't recall what happened. But I worried that it all unfolded quickly. These conversations happened in our living room amongst the three, so a subtle cat-and-mouse game transpired, and it began as soon as Basava saw her the first time. Besides, the Zamindar discovering the affair bothered me."

"So what happened? And how did you miss it?"

"Basava, who normally looked like a pig rolling in the mud all day, looked pristine dressed in new clothes. Mani expected them and took a tad longer bath. Mani welcomed them with her trademark warm smile. Even though Mani was so horny, she appeared a demure and kind lady who managed household chores. Even in front of his daughter-in-law, Chinni, who knew much already, she maintained her coyness and only glanced at Basava, although revealing her yearning," he elaborated.

"After pleasantries, they showed her the sarees. There were plenty, so I presumed they showed those they bought for his family's women. I failed to notice, one was clearly what Brahmin women wore. Another was a simple, white-colored one similar to one Mani had. Basava convinced her of something when I brought milk from our shed. Instead of paying attention, I headed into the kitchen and lit the stove, and she joined shortly after. As she pumped the stove, I noticed her pallu had shifted and buttons of her blouse were misaligned with her nipples taut, pressing against the top. Her face flushed, but I noted Basava's effect."

"Wasn't it then?" asked Deeksha.

"Indeed," he said. "But I only learned later.

'What do you think?' she eagerly asked Mani. She flashed it to me excitedly, and I nodded as Basava and I discussed his son's wedding arrangements. Mani perceived it was for her, and Chinni showed a matching blouse.

'Where did you get the size, Chinni?' she asked.

Chinni grinned and raised her eyebrows, pointing to Basava. Mani blushed, realizing what occurred. Basava asked for water and pulled out a blouse that he snagged from the drying line in our yard, handing it to her. It was so bold that Mani couldn't say anything, but her face colored. She said, 'This won't fit Chinni. All my blouses are tight, and this one is old.'

Basava chimed in, 'That's nonsense; you are thin, and the blouse is several sizes too big for Chinni.'"

"What did she say?" Deeksha asked, stunned.

"What could she say? She blushed and looked at Basava sternly and asserted, 'Chinni, this won't fit.'

Chinni was dismayed and said, 'Akka, what to do now? The tailor may not have time to alter it. Why don't you try it on?'

Mani agreed to try it later. Chinni was astute and silently walked to her; she whispered, 'Akka (elder sister), why don't you try it now? I can help decide if it fits.'

Mani's wide eyes confirmed the request shocked her as she said in a hushed voice, 'What? Here now? With these men?'"

"Oh wow," Deeksha exhaled.

"You are naughty, Deeksha," he said, giggling and covering her mouth. "Don't say a word. I know you are shrewd and must have figured out what happened."

She giggled. "No. That's not it. They knew it's those small things that make the difference."

"Before Mani could react, Chinni called for me. 'Anna, can you get some milk? I will make some tea.' We ran out of milk early, but we forgot. I thought and grabbed the milk container, gingerly stepping out.

'Now do it,' begged Chinni.

'What about your father-in-law?' mouthed Mani. 'Come now, Akka,' whispered Chinni.

'This is all for him, so why fuss?'

Mani rolled her eyes and pushed her away. Taking the cue, Chinni said, 'Uncle, can you move to the other side?'

They were in the front, on the side by the door, near the kitchen. Chinni quickly closed the front door as Basava lazily relocated.

This rattled Mani but she went with it, unbuttoning her blouse as Chinni monitored Basava. She snagged the blouse from her and realized Mani's new one was on the other side where Basava moved.

'Let me get that,' Chinni said and briskly walked over. This was all a ploy, and Mani almost yelped when Basava returned with the blouse. Smugly, he handed her the new blouse and demanded she change. He blocked her, so she couldn't enter the kitchen and had no choice but to change in front of him."

"Chinni acted treacherously," whispered Deeksha as she gently rubbed my father's cock. It stiffened again.

"This caught Mani off guard as she grabbed her pallu with her teeth, covering her chest. This exposed her back and sides, although she attempted to cover up. Basava couldn't peel his eyes off her chest and stood his ground as Mani wore the blouse by turning around, exposing her naked back to him. Just as she expected, the blouse was tight around her chest, and as she started unbuttoning, Basava boldly walked around and pulled her 'pallu' away: she stood semi-naked before him. She could barely button two buttons, and this exposed most of her cleavage. This act flustered her but she quickly picked up her garment. He assertively grabbed her arms. She shivered from the risk of getting caught."

"Chinni watched?"

"No, she left them and stepped out to keep guard," he replied.

"Basava's assertiveness awed Mani and desired to connect with him primally. He removed her blouse and exposed her breast. She shivered as his rough hands probed her soft skin. Her erect nipples displayed Mani's arousal. She moaned as he pinched her nipple, and he slowly planted his lips on hers. She hesitated but matched the kiss.

Chinni accosted me, groping my semi-erect penis and whispered, 'Seems you like it.'

'What?'

'This,' she said, pointing to the house. 'Leaving Mani with Basava.'"

"You didn't share that earlier," countered Deeksha.

"Well," he muttered. "Everything in its own time."

"So, you were very comfortable with her?" asked Deeksha. "She didn't hesitate to feel your bulge and mention your wife?"

"Chinni and I had known each other almost 3 years," he explained. "She was almost Mani's age and maybe pregnant with her 2nd one. And for the past couple of months, we constantly spoke of Mani, and wanted things to progress."

"So it was a choice?"

"There wasn't one," he retorted. "I felt if I kept Mani satisfied, she would turn him down."

"So, you didn't want Basava to have her?"

"It's not that simple," he explained. "Not all can be planned. Chinni played her part, and because of her background, didn't object. Basava did what came naturally."

"What next?"

"Inside the stable, I noticed that Mani milked our cow but forgot to take the milk in.

We kissed as she groped my bulge. She whispered, 'Let's pretend we are milking a cow.'

Chinni delayed me, and I wondered what transpired inside but didn't think Mani would indulge him given the risk. I wasn't sure Chinni knew what happened between them earlier.

'Or milk the bull,' she said, patting the rump of our prized bull. 'It could serve as the cream on the milk.'

'Shut up, whore,' I reprimanded. 'You talk nonsense.'

Chinni smirked and continued to titillate me as I poured the milk into our vessel. She blocked me as I headed out.

'Yedurappa, you really don't want him to seduce your wife?' She teased.

'Chinni,' I blurted. 'I haven't had a chance to romance her yet. I don't want a divorce; now move.'

'You have a new muse now. Why would you want me?'

Chinni toyed with me, but unlike the daughters-in-law, I liked and cared for her. I stalled at the door. She latched onto my lips and squeezed my bulge. Even though she wasn't even half as pretty as Mani, she made it up in how she wanted me. Although she received more pleasure from her father-in-law and her husband, she continued a physical relationship with me. In some ways, she connected with me and explored taboos.

'Why do you have to seduce her?' she said. 'You are her husband and can mount her anytime. But he must; that's the only way he can conquer her.'

Even Basava conquered her already, I didn't want to let on, nor did I want to accept I was a cuckold. It was difficult for me then. So, I pushed her and barged in.

Basava kissed Mani and gently felt her mammaries. Mani's hormones raged, with the bull before her man. She let him lead and reciprocated wholeheartedly.

Until then all was mostly nonverbal, and they had barely spoken.

'So, you want to take me in front of my man?' she asked.

Mani stunned him with her question. He sensed Mani was quite experienced and wild.

'Is there a problem?' he asked.

She smiled, and they kissed again. Before she could respond, I stepped out of the shed, and Chinni kicked a bucket to alert them, so they separated.

I didn't directly look at them and missed what happened. Nothing seemed unusual, so I thought they talked, so my anxiety wasn't warranted. I entered the kitchen without noting Mani's state."

"You saw nothing?" Deeksha asked.

"No. Chinni followed me as she tried occupying me. That was the only time Mani changed her blouse to the original one. Mani didn't pretend hiding her breasts and changed in front of him. He knelt in front of her, taking one nipple and sucking it. They both played with fire while I ignited the stove. Just as she pushed him aside, he bit it, and I heard Mani gasp as she stepped inside."

"So, Mani didn't stop it?"

"Mani rebuked him for arousing her, her taut nipple evidenced her excitement. Of course, she dripped, anticipating sex," he added.

"Perhaps he saw much more of her," said Deeksha.

"Very much, and it explains why I wanted her naked. He may have seen her fully naked while bathing, but my pride messed with me," he replied.

"After Mani lit the stove, I made the tea as Chinni whisked her away to show more clothes. She teased her, noticing that the askew blouse buttons, and she fixed them, holding the 'pallu' in her teeth, but this time he didn't have a front-row seat. She showed another saree like ones Mani wore, but it didn't fit."

"Mani asked me what upset me and it was all jumbled. Anxiety, death and shunning obscured my thinking. This was new, and the fears paralyzed me though Mani's calm state added some stability," he explained.

"So, you kept silent?" asked Deeksha.

"Yes, I thought it best," he said.

"So, what happened next?"

"Adwait finished his dinner and dozed while Mani prepared to go with Chinni for measurements. It was late, and I led them. There was only one tailor, and it would occupy him to rush finishing alterations, but somehow Basava convinced him.

Chinni asked, 'Did you like the sarees?'

'I didn't realize it was for her; it looked expensive,' I replied. 'Why did you do it?'

Chinni exclaimed, 'What do you mean? She is family, isn't she?'

As she walked ahead, looking back, she said, 'Mani is gorgeous, and I am sure at the wedding people will be confused who the bride is.'"

"It was then," he said, looking at Deeksha. "It started coming together."

"I get the drift now. But still I can't pin down Basava's plan."

"Mani very much looked like a newly-wedded bride. She cared for her looks and cared for herself the past week so she glowed for the celebration. She redid the mehndi a few days ago, so it looked new. But the fear she did so to look yummy for Basava weighed on my mind."

"Chinni looked for the absent tailor, and while we waited, Mani asked, 'Can we trust him?'

I knew she wondered about the man, so I playfully said, 'He is the only one, so make do.'

She rolled her eyes haughtily. I added, 'He takes better measurements than Basava. But you have to be patient and let him work.'

She frowned and elbowed me. We saw Chinni return after her hunt and called Mani inside.

'Yedu, should I keep the neckline or pull it above?' she asked.

Mani lived in the city, and her blouses were slightly low-cut, and maybe that's why she resorted to older ones, more conservative.

'It's ok,' I assured. 'You choose what you want.'

She didn't like my noncommittal advice and, crinkling her nose, stomped out, but I grabbed her hand and gently whispered, 'Maybe you should ask what Basava likes.'

She elbowed me and headed toward his house."

"That's so naughty," said Deeksha. "The thought petrified you losing her to him, while you encouraged her."

"You are right," he explained. "I had no choice. It's hard to control our instincts, and that's why we follow norms, as they control us. We didn't have immediate family to enforce them. Mani possessed a strong will. However, it was insufficient to stop a bull that smelled a cow in heat. We knew the havoc such bulls create, and the only way to control them is to satisfy them."

"As Chinni dropped us at our house, she said, 'Anna (brother), can you ensure your machan is tidy?'

Mani tried intervening, but Chinni explained, 'In the house it's too crowded and there is no privacy, so we thought the groom and bride could use it.'

'What? Sleep under the stars? You think that is privacy?'

It stunned Chinni and she quietly muttered, 'Anna, it's your field; no one comes at night, so it is secluded.'

Mani intervened and said, 'You go, Chinni; I will explain it to him.'"

"Mani planned for the next day as she invited the whole village. Few of the upper caste showed up, as they would not stay long," he continued. "We both were tired but also had been on the edge. Mani made my bed, and based on the comforter she set next to Adwait, I realized she intended to sleep with him. As I pulled her on the bed, she complained, 'Haven't you had enough? Sleep. We have a long day tomorrow.'

She turned off the lantern and slept, who latched onto her breast."

"So you just slept?" asked Deeksha.

"You think so?" he smiled.

"We were anxious, and it was important to communicate; no matter what happened, we were together. She welcomed me, letting me slide next to her as I gently hugged her from behind.

'Why do they want to use the machan?' I whispered as it wasn't making sense.

'It's strong and stable, right? Check it tomorrow morning and tell Chinni it's okay.'

I wasn't sure why Mani wasn't entertaining discussion, so I moved to her clothing at the wedding.

'Did the tailor promise to give the blouses tomorrow?' I asked.

'Yes, he was stitching many for his family, so he agreed,' she said.

'How did Chinni get the size wrong? Didn't she take the blouse you gave her?' I asked.

'Come on, Yedu,' she pleaded. 'Don't you get it? Perhaps Basava asked the tailor to make it more revealing, and he spoiled it?'

I slowly moved up my hand to her other breast. Adwait suckled, so her blouse was open. I stroked her taut nipple, and she immediately moaned, stretching her body and pointing her toes down.

'Will you dress up for him?' I asked.

She didn't respond but let me fondle her and lazily replied, 'I suppose; it would look odd, condescending even, right?'

'You are right,' I reasoned. 'That's why you agreed to draw mehndi on her hands?'

Mani sighed, 'Yes. But you don't think the invitation was for that, right?'

I didn't quite understand, so I asked, 'Is it not? What is it about?'

Mani looked back and asked, 'When Chinni said folks would be confused about the bride, what did she mean?'

I said, 'Of course, she hinted at you.'

I hadn't grasped it, so Mani quickly added, 'And Basava as the groom.'

Mani then turned to me and softly kissed me on my cheek, rubbing my chest, and then flicked her fingers across my nipple, grabbing it between her thumb and fingers, whispering, 'You are so naïve. If there are two marriages the same day, wouldn't it be difficult for the couples to consummate it in their tiny home?'"

Deeksha had already understood because while narrating, my father included portions he wasn't privy to. So, she didn't react but goaded him to continue, "It is really getting interesting."

"It was then it all came together, and I realized the insidious plan.

'But you are not marrying Basava,' I stated.

'Of course,' she assured. 'I already married you. But Basava can consummate your marriage, right?'

I asked, 'Is that why he wants the machan?'

Mani smiled and, feeling my hard-on, whispered, 'Why do you want it to happen in our house?'

My heart beat wildly as it all made sense, and I could see Basava decided, and even Mani was ready.

'Isn't it risky?' I asked.

She gently stroked me and said, 'It is, as I am very near my fertile time.'

Lust maddened me and I tried to kiss her, but she evaded me nibbling on my ear, saying, 'Not today. I want Basava to drive you crazy.'

She gently kissed me and let her face linger, while I inhaled her breath as she continued stroking me.

Her breath drove me to the edge.

'Did Chinni help you?' I asked.

Mani was too tired, but she slowly stroked me as she exhaled on my lips.

'There was no plan, Yedu,' she exhaled. 'Chinni couldn't hide for long she had a lover and used your house for her rendezvous. Basava couldn't control himself and started spying on me, leaving me those presents.'

It surprised me Mani knew it all along and asked her, 'So, you knew?'

She smiled. 'Not really. But I learn fast. He is a brute and this morning grabbed me at the quarry.'

I was shocked to hear that, as I followed and saw him trailing her, but nothing happened. Perhaps it happened behind those dense trees and bushes where people go to defecate.

'But you didn't yield?' I asked, gulping saliva.

'Of course not,' she assured. 'Wouldn't that create a scandal?'

I didn't know what to say, so I kept quiet. Mani seemed wide awake, lifting and supporting herself on one elbow, licking my nose. 'You knew it all? That's why you introduced him the second day and invited him to our place?'

It would have looked odd avoiding him, and so I didn't, but the risks were far graver, and hence I should have been thoughtful."

"You think you could have avoided it?" asked Deeksha.

"Not really and maybe that's why I didn't make any attempt. I replied, 'Mani, that's not how it is.'

She gently kissed my lips and said, 'Then perhaps you could elaborate?'

Mani cradled my testicles leisurely as her middle finger slowly caressed my anus. Ever since I licked her there, she shed all inhibitions, and when her desire peaked, she asserted herself and played with my arsehole.

'Do you like it?' she asked, realizing I was frozen as her finger circled it. The same tired woman seemed to be alert and pushing all my buttons.

'You were saying,' she encouraged.

Clearing my throat, I said, 'Mani, we have been longtime friends, so it is not possible to keep our distance.'

Mani whispered, 'So, you give him your bed and your wife. Is that it?'

Mani's sensual massage generated pleasant sensations as the thought sunk in.

'Mani, he is very good,' I croaked.

'Then why not the first night? The sheets already stunk of his sweat and semen.'"

"Wow, she was so bold to suggest it," muttered Deeksha.

"Mani delicately offered me her tongue to suck on as she pushed her finger past my unyielding sphincter. Even though she was almost half my age, she was more experienced, and I trusted her instincts. I groaned as she started gently massaging inside. Mani exhaled, 'Do you like it?'

My moans erased doubt and encouraged her. She knew what she was doing, and it was intense, so in a few minutes I came. Mani didn't touch my cock. We both rose to clean ourselves.

"We sat outside and chatted as we were awake. Mani elaborated more on what happened the past weeks in. Though it seemed like she planned it all, she told me it happened spontaneously and wondered if Basava and Chinni were to blame. Basava chose the date, or perhaps it coincided with his son's marriage. Not sure where the idea of Machan came from, but Mani said he wanted to make it memorable for us. It would have been difficult to explain it to me as things still happened behind my back then. Machan was a perfect place with the festivities; everyone would frolic and be away from the fields. It was his idea of figuratively consummating my marriage with Mani by mimicking the honeymoon rituals. The other white saree that he purchased was worn by Brahmins then. It was the clue I missed earlier."

"Wow, that is incredible," she said. "There was so much Adwait didn't share or know."

"Such things aren't openly shared," he reasoned.

It was quite late, Deeksha was tired and she suggested they continue the next day. My father craved having sex with my mother, after reliving those early days.

To be continued...