y Life as a Cuckold's Wife Ch. 08

The tingling and thrill that Vicky and his cock had created in my body, remained with me throughout the long night, I was satisfied like never before but regretting the stupid instructions that I had given to Vicky. I needed Vicky again, both my body and soul were demanding him again and again. I kept on tossing and turning in my bed, hoping that Vicky would come to me by himself, just as I had already done twice, that night.

Vicky was probably tired and needed some rest and also because I had told him that our next lovemaking would be only next night, he had followed my instructions and gone off to sleep.

The next morning was to be an acid test of the transactional aspect of our relationship, to put it simply I had given some stupid instructions to Vicky, while fully expecting that he wouldn't follow them. I was as ready or eager to fuck, as I thought Vicky too was, for fucking me. I now wanted him to approach me to seek more sex.

Not only I wanted a morale boost after exposing both my intentions and body, but I was also feeling somewhat bound by my assurance to Shantanu, being married I wanted to convince both Shantanu and myself that the sex that I had initiated last night with Vicky was primarily for Shantanu's benefit. I had created a vulnerability which I wanted Vicky to utilise.

I was undoubtedly willing and eager to fuck Vicky again, but I also wanted to experience Vicky's passion for me. I myself didn't want Vicky to follow the instructions which I had given to Vicky. Those rules had been made to be broken and I wanted Vicky to be disobedient, at least on this occasion and for the purpose of sex between us. I wanted Vicky to make me feel that I was totally irresistible for him, that he too was as crazy for my cunt as I had become for his manly cock.

I was feeling or at least pretending to be bound by my commitment to Shantanu to try and stay away from sex with Vicky, where such sex didn't have Shantanu's involvement. Vicky on the other hand had no such obstacles, I would have condoned his actions and happily allowed him to fuck me again. That would have been a win-win for us both. Fucking had never been as good as it had been the previous night, and though I didn't want to once again shamelessly and openly acknowledge it but I was looking forward to hosting Vicky's cock inside my salivating cunt again and again. My pussy had become cock-greedy after getting the best fucking of it's life, thus far.

I don't know why, but next day I didn't even wear my usual smile, that Vicky was already used to. I should have been encouraging and welcoming if I needed Vicky's cock again, but contrary to that I maintained a glum face and that probably scared Vicky away.

Accordingly our behaviour next morning was as if, we had both decided to, begin from the beginning. There was no reflection or acknowledgement in our behaviour,  of the  erotic  celebration that we had mutually enjoyed in our Fuck-Fest, during the previous night.  

I didn't even know if we were being egoistic or what,  but momentarily I had to wonder, whether the sex with Vicky, was real or a dream.  

If I was pretending to be absolutely normal, and trying to make it look like business as usual between Vicky and me, Vicky too was playing his game with equal or greater proficiency.  

My seduction of Vicky had evoked Vicky's expectations consequent to the exposition of my sexual hunger for him. Vicky was probably waiting for me to approach him again to beg him to fuck me once again with his magnificent cock. What a morale booster it must have been for him, to be approached by his motherly employer for fucking her, not just once but twice in the same night?

Shantanu wasn't the only reason for me to avoid Vicky, actually after baring myself physically and emotionally, I too wanted to regain some dignity. It's not that I didn't want more sex with Vicky, I was rather desperate for it but I now wanted Vicky to show me his need and lust for my body.  

The reasons that Vicky earlier had, for not approaching me sexually, had been eradicated after him having fucked me, not once but twice during the previous night after being shamelessly seduced by me. I had given him a big right over me and my body and now I wanted him to assertively use that right and demand for more fucking.  

I had made the first move without caring for the loss of my authority over Vicky but now I also wanted some of that control back. I didn't want my behaviour to give Vicky a chance to show too much familiarity. I was behaving as if, the last night never happened!

My behaviour intended to provoke Vicky to make some advances but astonishingly, Vicky too was equally or even more professional and balanced in his behaviour, there was no reflection of the ultimate intimacy that we had experienced between us just a few hours back, during the previous night.  

My body was still warm with the heat of the friction of our fucking, and my cunt hadn't forgotten the handsome and hard visitor who had ignited a cold fire inside her and yet it all seemed to good to be true,  I was almost wondering as if the previous night was a dream.   

Vicky's behaviour almost intended to give me a second chance to rethink about the sexual relationship that we had established, he appeared to have erased the memories of the hot and sexy happenings between us and had behaviourally picked up, right from the time before my catching him in the act of self-gratification, on the red panty day. There was no hint of the closeness, which we had immersed in, during the previous night when our bodies had united, not just once but twice.

I had intentionally worn my sexiest dress that day and after a while wanted to tear off my flimsy dress apart, and invitingly stand completely naked in front of Vicky, but the slow burning fire that was heating my body was in itself a priceless feeling. It had become a test of my patience and I was giving myself reason after reason to stay away from Vicky for the time being, because I knew that longer wait would make our next fucking even more explosive and I was enjoying the punishment that it had become to stay away from Vicky.  

Though with a lot of difficulty, but yet I was managing being a cock-tease and maintaining a straight face, but deep inside, I wasn't my usual self that day, my fucking-hungry cunt was going on sending signals to ask me to invite Vicky inside again.  

Vicky too was able to read my arousal on my face and was enjoying my sexual misery. My cunt's need for his cock was so clearly visible in my eyes that anyone looking at me would have guessed the extent of my horniness, I wanted to surrender again and again, as my self-respect had completely lost its charm, however I was waiting only because it seemed worth to wait.  

A fire of equal intensity was burning on the other side also and Vicky too seemed to be provoking me to expose my intentions once again, our love had become a war, which I wanted to lose to please my love Vicky,  but unfortunately my shame or ego had somehow returned and when actually required, I wasn't able to look at Vicky, straight in the eyes.  

I also didn't want to act selfish as I needed to do full justice, to both Shantanu and Vicky. I wanted Vicky to be fully revitalised before our next lovemaking and too that extent I added some dry fruits and milk with extra cream to Vicky's breakfast.

Vicky fully understood my actions and tried to hide the implications and his reactions bit his wicked smile conveyed his thoughts.

I knew that I would be serving Shantanu the first of the many-many cream-pies, fresh from my just fucked cunt, that night and I wanted Vicky to be fully recharged with his balls filled with a potential load of his baby making spunk before fucking and filling my pussy with it.

I was subconsciously apprehensive that if I drained Vicky's cum out by allowing Vicky to fuck me yet again, before fucking him for cooking the 'cream-pie' that was to be served to my cuckold husband, Shantanu, it may prevent Vicky from filling my cunt with less than the potential load of his cum, and while I wanted Shantanu to get his due, more importantly I wanted Shantanu to be impressed with the best possible quantity and quality of my new love, Vicky's cum, it was a matter of pride for me, and I somehow wanted Shantanu to feel inferior, as compared to Vicky, because that would make Shantanu feel that he had made the right choice.

I had myself slurped and loved the taste of Vicky's cum twice, during the previous night and I wanted Shantanu to get the same exotic taste which I had immensely enjoyed, because that would smoothen the future path of sex between Vicky and me. I very well knew that Shantanu's continuing interest in 'cream-pies' would make my life much easier and I intended to keep his interest in my pussy filled with Vicky's cum, very much alive.  

I had made so many compromises and crossed so many obstacles to reach Vicky's bed.  Fucking Vicky, who was still young and much younger than me, hadn't been a small thing, I had to cross many mental and emotional hurdles, especially because our culture and traditions had strongly programmed my mind, to be a one-man woman.

Now after having done the forbidden and extraordinary, I was determined to keep doing it, sex with Vicky was my prize catch and I wanted to keep winning, every day and every night.  

I was in self-doubt about sex with Vicky and kept on wondering if I was indulging in incest, but rather than feeling guilty I was getting excited with the perversity of such sex, Vicky wasn't my son by any stretch of imagination and yet I wanted to convince myself that it was incest between us, because that thought was enhancing my excitement multi-fold.  

The sexual tension and temptation was so high that the thought of gulping down some drinks, even during the day, did cross my mind a few times, as that would have enabled me to help my drooling pussy by once again shamelessly begging Vicky for another fucking but I used all my willpower and somehow avoided it.

Maintaining a straight face was the toughest task for me that day, I wasn't just good but excellent at hiding my emotions but that day, I realised that it may be easier to hide the emotions of the heart, but it's next to impossible, if not impossible to hide the emotions of your pussy.  

Every time that we came close, I felt like pouncing on Vicky to kiss his lips or hold his lovely lover of a cock in my hands or my mouth. No cock had touched my lips till date but now my lips wanted Vicky's virile cock between them as much as my pussy lips also wanted it.

I was fighting a losing battle and knew it very well too and yet I continued to test my endurance. I didn't even want to win this battle, but don't understand as to what the fuck was I doing by trying to not to fuck Vicky!!

If I was being a 'cock-tease' that day, Vicky was also determined to be a 'cunt-tease', there was no panty in the laundry basket that day, and yet Vicky tested my endurance and patience by visiting the washroom frequently that day. He was in a way challenging me, and it irritated me to see him go there and be scared about him possibly waste his precious cum.

After the previous night's experience I had also realised that Vicky was very good at human psychology and therefore he was probably testing me and my patience, as he wanted me to break my resolve and beg him to fuck me again. The worst part of the whole thing is that I was ready and willing to make that surrender, my dignity had become insignificant and I very much wanted to re-seduce Vicky, I wanted Vicky to take me for granted, and was ready to be his sex-slave, just like Shantanu wanted to be mine.

I didn't want Vicky to masturbate anytime ever now, I was available for him to fuck me whenever he wanted and therefore even the slightest possibility of him masturbating was making me tense. My pink panty that I had worn the previous evening was already in Vicky's possession as my gift to him, but somehow I knew that he wasn't going to use it the way he had used my other panties because, this panty was to work as a special reminder for him, just like the red panty was for me.  

A new cock had renewed everything around me, and though I was enjoying the change immensely, I was also somewhat nervous about it.  Till a few weeks ago, I had been residing in my comfort zone with the two men that I loved the most, one being my husband, Shantanu and the other, the one who had become our house-help by his own choice, but was otherwise a child like friend to me. I had been happily living with them in the house that we had made into our home together. I was more than satisfied with our lifestyle which was very much within the confines of morality and societal conventions.

I was absolutely carefree and had nothing to hide from anyone as my open book life was an example of integrity and morality.  

I was more than content in my safe and secure comfort zone, where I lived in the company of my loved ones and enjoyed it too. Our journey together had been beautiful, even though its curve was no different from the normal curve that such relationships generally have.

The love in the house, whether it's between Shantanu or me as a husband and wife or between Vicky and me as best friends, had grown over the years, though undeniably sex with Shantanu wasn't as passionate as before and its frequency too had gone down. I had taken this decline in my stride and accepted this as a natural process.

Shantanu however wanted to do something different and extraordinary, to reignite our sexual fire, even if that was a very risky thing to do. I don't know why he did it, whether it was insecurity or a deep dark need within him, that turned Shantanu into a Cuckold?

Shantanu had developed sexual servitude and was too happy to be degraded by me. I hadn't understood it then but after deriving my own pleasure by surrendering to Vicky, I could appreciate the surrender that Shantanu had offered, because Vicky is as or more dependent on me, as I was on Shantanu. Shantanu's behaviour had brought in clear indications for change, though I had either not seen or ignored them earlier.  

Then as if by the design of the universe, the things suddenly changed, and as if to positively answer Shantanu's prayers, destiny made Vicky sexually interested in me. Their sexual fantasies that involved me, and both my men developed independently, almost complemented each other. So beautiful was the world of their sexual fantasies, to them that both Shantanu and Vicky, developed aspirations to turn their fantasy into reality, even if it could cost us all our relationships.  

Even before I could decide anything, I found myself alone, as both Shantanu and Vicky, left me behind and moved from that comfort zone to their respective pleasure zones, which were across a bottomless and dark Valley.  The wings of lust, that their kinky sexual fantasies had given to Shantanu and Vicky, were so strong that without any difficulty both of them flew to the other side, leaving me behind to struggle.

I was able to see them but unable to reach them. Then either explicitly or otherwise through their actions, Shantanu and Vicky too, had conveyed it to me that they wanted me also to join them on the other side and be a part of their unconventional world.

The view across, on the other side was erotically beautiful and serene, and eventually I too was dazzled by that beautifully illuminated world of sex, I won't act modest and say that I didn't like sex, I too rather loved it and craved for it, and the destiny's plan was offering me loads of it, along with the liberty to choose. I couldn't wait anymore to join them because from where I was standing the other side looked extremely enticing.  

It was a very strange situation because both Shantanu and Vicky had crossed over to the other side without me but their irreversible journey would remain incomplete without me with them. I had more than just selfish reason to go and join them on the other side, because I deeply loved and cared for them both.  

I too without fully thinking about the consequences, got dazzled and didn't say 'No', when I had the option of saying so. I hadn't said 'No' but I hadn't till a day ago, said 'Yes' either.  

I had taken my time but eventually I had given into my newly developed sexual cravings and laid the foundation of my new relationships.  

Vicky's status in my life had already been upgraded and in accordance with his own request, husband Shantanu's was to be downgraded, later in the night, the time when he would get between my legs to orally clean my pussy, off Vicky's sperms was fast approaching.  

Practically I didn't have much choice with regard to my involvement, I know that this certainly doesn't tally even with my self-image, but the silent approval that I accorded had been given mainly because I wasn't actually averse to the whole idea. I too wanted something to reignite our sexual fire with new fuel.

I could see both Shantanu & Vicky waiting for me to join them in their fantasy world, which was across a bottomless valley, unfortunately I didn't have strong wings like them which would enable me to safely fly across as they had done at their will, if I had to get to the other side, which actually I had to, then my journey would be a difficult and extremely risky one, as I had to walk in the dark on a shaky cable bridge which didn't even have any railings on the side. It hung on the two ropes of my relationships, each not tied on the other side, but held by my two men, Shantanu and Vicky. Their strength and conviction, while holding this rope of relationship was of paramount importance, because if either of them allowed it to become lose or let it go, I was sure to fall into the deep dark valley. The planks that I had to walk on for reaching the other side were made of, unpredictability and uncertainty, my walk to the other side on the shaky bridge was to be a leap of faith.

Fortunately or unfortunately, it was by now too late to change anything, because I had already committed myself and had already stepped on the bridge which offered no return path, the choices with me were either to fall down or cross over to the pleasure zone to make it my comfort zone, too.

The path threatened me with all the components of highest risk, I had to balance myself exceptionally well because if either among Shantanu or Vicky wanted, they could easily topple me with a single jerk in our relationship and destroy me by exposing me to the world around me.  

I wasn't sure despite being certain because I didn't know, how much was too much for Shantanu and Vicky, and this fear of the unknown was driving me crazy, after having understood the pleasures hidden in kinky sex, I too wanted to test the limits of the new relationships which were taking shape at the moment, however I didn't want to damagingly cross those limits.  

Both Vicky and I had already and literally used our love for each other to get our sexual satisfaction and wanted to continue doing so. There already was lot of anxiety and excitement, together with a sense of accomplishment too.  Vicky's cock had already invoked unprecedented and unknown pleasure inside my body and cunt, and I was feeling glad and blessed for cuckold Shantanu's abnormal looking love for cream-pies, owing to which I had unashamedly experienced the kinks of sex in plenty, while completing part of my commitment to Shantanu, in the double rendezvous with Vicky during previous night.

I had already broken some major societal conventions and was on the verge of breaking some more, this was extremely liberating and I was enjoying my freedom. I could offer my body to whoever I wanted to get and give sexual bliss, and in doing so I intended to deny myself sexually to Shantanu, my own husband and the only person who the society considered entitled to enjoy my body, and with his knowledge I had already obtained my ultimate privilege, without bothering about him.  

Changes are almost always a difficult thing and I knew for sure that the change that was looking at us was not going to be easy to adapt to in anyway, because the changes that we had already partially embraced were not just Life Style changes, they were life changing decisions.  

I did not know as to what would be the shape and colour of our relationships once all of us fully accepted and adapted to the newly emerging relationships between the three of us. I can't say whether it's our strength or weakness but we had allowed our sexual fantasies and cravings to dominate us to such an extent where we were about to alter our relationships in real.

The most important relationships for us in life had gone into a delicate situation and for them to work and improve, it was imperative that the reality that we create, be as or more beautiful than the fantasies which had brought us where we stood that day.

I also realised that for the past two days I had been totally immersed in the thoughts of my newly found lover and his lusty love, and consequently had ignored even thinking about my dear husband, Shantanu. Now he needed some of my attention and care.  Shantanu had been messaging and calling me continuously since the time I had told him about my completed sexual encounter with Vicky. Whenever Vicky was around I had to ignore Shantanu's messages and calls, but he had been totally blindsided and couldn't see beyond my cream-pied pussy which had suddenly become real after seeing the picture that I had foolishly shared.  

By fucking Vicky, I had gone against so many societal conventions and that was giving me the satisfaction which only a rebellion gives. Adulterous sex with a young guy who was much younger than me wasn't something easy, our culture and traditions had prepared my mind to consider such sex as immoral, if not illicit.  

Well why talk about the society, when my own mind itself was programmed to expect an equal or elder male in a dominant role, when it came to sexual relationships, walking away from this deep-rooted convention was no mean feat.  

I had done what I wanted to do and also avoided doing what I did not want, and in this process I had claimed my fair share of the forbidden fruit already. This was real freedom, at its best. I had done away with so many beliefs and conventions, as I said, the male is conventionally the elder in a romantic relationship, where he is also the dominant one generally, and his satisfaction gets all the attention and importance. Almost always he wants to derive his pleasure from fucking a girl younger than him, but in my relationship with Vicky, I was the elder one, and it filled me with pride to know that a smart and handsome youngster like Vicky desired to have sex with me. I very well also knew that there wouldn't be any dearth of beautiful and sexy girls for him, if Vicky wanted to fuck, and yet he wanted to fuck only me. I was enjoying this attention and craving  and wanted this fun to continue forever.  

Getting the expected always gives happiness but what do you do when you receive a windfall which is many times more than what you had expected, and that's what Vicky had given me, he had immersed me in an ocean of sexual bliss.  

Knowledge is generally a source of power, but my knowledge about Vicky's desire for me had become the source of my weakness, this was also attributable to the pre-existing love and friendship between us. Introduction of sex in an already strong and dependable relationship had made it far more valuable.  

Dropping all hesitations and pretences and not just being able to share your darkest and deepest sexual desires, but also seek their fulfilment from someone especially if they are not duty bound or not expected to look after, is a wonderful feeling.  

Loving cleanliness is an easy thing to do but it is loving something dirty which makes you feel great and uplifting and how I had made feel Vicky was humongous because I had not only seduced him but also afforded him the freedom to consider me a loose-charactered woman who was cheating on her husband to have extramarital sex with a young and dependent boy. The possibility of the existence of such thoughts should have filled me with remorse but on the contrary it filled me with naughty thrill and eroticism.

Irrespective of all such thoughts and options that filled my mind, the physical intimacy between Vicky and me was cosmic, as the sex between us was sugar-coated with the love that we so fondly shared.  

Undoubtedly, the love that I was experiencing was not totally new because more than affection already existed between us and had been there for a very long time but that love was, as it exists between friends and not lovers. Now I was getting best of both worlds as our relationship was transforming, and offered a combination and cocktail of sex and love.

Even after Vicky having fucked me, I wanted to keep him waiting to get more and more of me gradually and was therefore still trying to hide my body from him, on the other hand I also had gone so crazy that I feared that if the intensity of the passion that we had shared increased further, it would literally kill me.  

I had planned and executed my seduction of Vicky with lot of precision. Previous night, I hadn't just received the fucking that was pleasurable beyond my wildest expectations but had also gotten lucky with an amazing bonus fucking. Those were the best two fucks of my life, so far, but I was sure that the best was yet to come or should I say CUM.

My first fucking with Vicky was as or more exciting as any first fucking should be, I had waited for it, and the wait had been worth it, but the unanticipated second fucking that I received was marvellous lovemaking.  

Sex with Vicky had spiced up my life, even before it actually happened. My life had become rather dull over the past two-three years but then, initially Shantanu with his kinky beyond my imagination requests for cream-pies, coupled with Vicky's fascination and attraction for my soiled panties had unexpectedly brought in new and sweet vibrancy of sexual colours in my life.  

Prior to having pleasurably immersed myself in sex with Vicky, my sexual experience was limited to sex with Shantanu but despite all the shortcomings, that Shantanu had himself exposed, I had still enjoyed our lovemaking and therefore my judgment criteria for Vicky were based only on Shantanu's sexual performance over the years. Vicky however with his fucking that had completely drained me, had beaten that experience by all standards. In fact the sexual capabilities bestowed on Vicky were so superb that comparing him with Shantanu was absolutely unfair.  

I had already tasted Vicky's elixir and now Shantanu too was soon to have a first hand taste, yes literally a taste, of Vicky's passion for me, right from the most intimate crevices of my sexy body.

Shantanu, wanted to experience humiliation at my hands, but all along I had been very unsure and shaky about this extraordinary request, but the pleasure that I had secretly derived from my own degradation and submission to Vicky had clearly demonstrated the worth of the pleasure hidden in that humiliation which Shantanu was seeking.  

I was now knowingly ready and though he didn't know about Shantanu's involvement in our sex-play but Vicky too was unknowingly ready, to more than humiliate Shantanu.  I was getting excited, thinking about the cum that was getting stored in Vicky's testicles, waiting to flow into Shantanu's mouth, after being deposited in my pussy.

By now, I knew that Shantanu's submissive tendencies would automatically find their place between Vicky's cock and my cunt, Vicky had a marvellous cock and knew how to use it, being fucked by Vicky was at least ten times better than being fucked by Shantanu, any day and anytime. Each stroke of Vicky's cock inside my cunt had created electricity which had lit up my soul like never before.  

I knew that I wouldn't be able to hide the immense pleasure which my eyes and entire body were reflecting, after getting fucked by Vicky. If Shantanu was a 'trickle', Vicky was an ocean of sex.  The nymphomaniac in me was feeling proud of her cum-crazy sluttiness.

Shantanu was also extremely lucky because the answer for his aspirations and prayers, matching with his perverse and effort-fully developed desire for my cum filled pussy was already there in my new lover, Vicky's capabilities. I knew that Shantanu wasn't wasting his efforts for becoming a submissive cuckold because Vicky with his extraordinary capabilities and desire for my sexy body, would make it worth for Shantanu.

Shantanu had encouraged me more than I needed to be encouraged to establish a sexual relationship with young Vicky and in doing so he had pretended to be magnanimous because as explained to me, he wanted me to enjoy and get the sexual satisfaction, which Shantanu himself had been unable to provide, this is exactly how Shantanu had sold the idea of extramarital sex to me, though in that process Shantanu was also to fulfil his heart's desire of eating cream-pies from my, his own wife's pussy.  

Whether or not Shantanu would get his satisfaction, was still a question-mark, but I had already gotten the unexpectedly expected from Vicky.  

Vicky had plugged my cunt just the way an electric plug fills the socket, with the same  reaction also. The electricity that had passed through our bodies during the lovemaking was still running in my body and causing tremors.  

I had been over conservative in allowing Vicky to enjoy my body, because I wanted to save some of me for later, but by now, I had clearly understood that what Vicky had given me, wasn't diminishing sexual pleasure, I was sure that Vicky would continue our pleasurable journey of the sexual heaven, without any breaks and slowing down. I was dying to fuck again and yet avoiding it, primarily because of Shantanu but Vicky was also plying hide and seek with me by holding back his own lust, which was clearly evident in the form of his pants, tented by his erect cock.  

Nothing beats the warmth that the union of two bodies creates when they connect in the intimate act of lovemaking. Sex is always exciting but nothing compares to the coming of the two bodies together to establish a deep connection. However fucking is most exciting when two bodies unite for the first time, and this was the case between Vicky and me too, in retrospect I think that I may have subconsciously strategised our first fucking and tried to maximise our pleasure while doing the minimum, I had possibly done so to hold back the pleasure for more intimate sexual acts and greater exposure of my body to infuse greater intimacy and excitement into our future sex.  

My low expectations from Vicky were attributable to my past experience, I had the spectacles of my relationship with Shantanu on my eyes and because I was viewing my developing relationship with Vicky through them only, I had underestimated his capabilities, but the heavenly sex with him during the previous night, had made me expect the unexpected now.  

Nothing can remain new forever and I was accordingly mentally prepared to accept and enjoy the diminished version of my sexual alliance with Vicky, immediately after our first fucking but astonishingly and to my pleasant surprise my second fucking with Vicky was even more pleasurable and exciting.  I was now praying that this trend continues.

The pleasure from the sex between me and Shantanu had already reached a plateau and yet it undoubtedly was at least mentally satisfying experience, but just the day one of my orgasmic sex with Vicky had surpassed the limits of my entire past sexual experience with Shantanu, and not by any stretch of imagination, there was any tendency, for stagnation or decline because I knew for sure by now, that Vicky had much more to give to me, and the best, though it would keep coming but may also thankfully not come for a long-long time, because Vicky had the potential to beat his best every time.

My sexual horizon had widened drastically over the past few weeks, initially Shantanu with his more than kinky desire for cream-pies and then Vicky's fetish for my panties which had already led to actual sex between us, were all unimaginable for me. I had consented for, and also participated sexual acts which I didn't even know about till sometime back.

The filthy looking lovely possibilities in sex had evoked a hunger in me, which I was unable to satisfy, I now wanted more. The strange aspect was that I was totally unaware of things like, water-sports, golden showers, anal-oral, group-sex, SCAT and the likes but I was looking forward to enjoying whatever came my way.

Without specifically knowing as to what they would be, with my newly found openness to perversities that Vicky may want to indulge in with me, I wanted to touch new heights and depths of sexual bliss. I wasn't anymore interested in getting because my focus had shifted to giving and serving, to make Vicky happy with whatever means required. I now wanted to explore the extreme and unknown with Vicky.  

The desire for sex with Vicky had suddenly changed my perspectives and the depravities had now become my necessities. Nothing in sex seemed unacceptable and dirty now, I  was ready and willing to experiment and experience everything with Vicky, but despite this openness and keenness something was holding me back. It certainly wasn't shame, because I had already shed all my inhibitions and was ready to get and give the best that was possible. If there was any shame left between Vicky and me, I wouldn't have got into his bed to seduce and fuck him with sexual madness.  

It was difficult even for me to fully understand my own thoughts and actions, my body was certainly hungry for sex with my young lover Vicky and my pussy was bursting with the need for his cock and ready to be used for our mutual pleasure. I was not just open to but looking forward to sex beyond fucking. I was fully ready to explore the unknown and adapt to it in my zest to be sexually available to Vicky for his pleasure.  

The only thought holding me back, was that I wanted to take it all as slowly as possible so that we could enjoy each moment and action of our sex and turn it into a cherished memory, which would forever remain with me. I didn't want to finish the fun of sex with Vicky, I wanted to live it, while enjoying it forever.  

So far I had succeeded as I had imbibed the essence of unprecedented intimacy between Vicky and me and the scenes from previous night's sexual romp continued to play in front of my eyes. The previous night's fucking had been far more beautiful than all my past sexual experience and imagination, put together. I was ready for more of it and wanted to enjoy the satisfaction and pleasure derived from that lovemaking over and over again, before stepping things up between us.  

I don't know why, but with Vicky I wanted to overcome all my inhibitions and resistance to sex. The acceptance that I had developed for Vicky was something unbelievable and I was deep down scared of falling in love with young Vicky. My love for Shantanu hadn't diminished but I couldn't help it that I had started loving Vicky equally or perhaps even more. It was as if Vicky hadn't just pumped my pussy with his cock, but also and more importantly my heart too, and the increase of the flow of blood in my body had turned me in a sex-vixen

Fucking Vicky was defying the diminishing returns theory, because contrary to expectations I had enjoyed the second time even more than the first time, further fucking twice last night should have cooled me down a little bit, but opposite had happened, my sexual craving for Vicky was on the rise. I was ready and waiting for our next sexual romp.

Ever since I had decided to seduce Vicky my days had become or felt to be longer because of the wait, but no other day had been as long as this day was proving to be, I just couldn't wait for the night to arrive, so that my sweetheart Vicky could fuck me once again to fill my cunt with his baby making cum.  

I had sort of, regained my virginity because, size does matter, and Vicky with his enviable size had reached the unexplored depths of my cunt, he had touched parts of me, that were still virgin. The thought that I would be again going to Vicky to make love was making me feel like a virgin all over again. I was feeling crazy and this was so because I hadn't enjoyed even my first and virginity losing fuck as much as I enjoyed my first fucking with Vicky. I would have loved to give my virginity to my young lover Vicky but unfortunately couldn't do so, however I was happy for being responsible for Vicky losing his virginity for sure.  

I was well acquainted with sex by now, or so I thought because Shantanu and I had been having sex quite regularly and therefore sex was not anything new for me, Vicky on the other hand had undoubtedly fucked for the first time, last night. Being accustomed and experienced in sex, I should have been able to take the sex with Vicky in my stride, but fortunately for me, that could not be, because the pleasure which I had received from Vicky, was something totally unparalleled and unprecedented for me. My excitement, therefore was unwilling to die down.  

Compared to me, Vicky was younger and inexperienced in sex, and therefore I was the one that one would expect to be more mature in our relationship but quite the opposite was happening between us. To my utter disappointment Vicky was holding his fort perfectly well. Vicky was unexpectedly following all the instructions that I had given him, half-expecting that he would not be able to fight his body's urges but he was acting too mature for his age and there was no reflection of last night's happenings on his face.  

Blinded by my own sexual cravings I was at my provocative best and accordingly wore my most revealing dress that day, it was a dress that I had not worn ever before, and the funny part was that I hadn't worn it because of Vicky. Shantanu wanted to see me in it but it was as revealing a dress, as a dress could be, it left very little or nothing for imagination. With very little effort or even without it Vicky would have been able to see all that I had told him I wanted to keep hidden from him. The dress was actually glorifying and accentuating my sexuality rather than hiding it.  

Shantanu had loved it's kinkiness and literally forced me to buy the (undress) dress and I had resisted the purchase as I didn't have the guts to carry such a bare all dress especially as we had Vicky at home but Shantanu was so obsessed with it that he had promised me that he won't ask me to wear the same outside our bedroom.  However I had not worn that dress even in our bedroom but that day the delicately sexy and bare-all dress seemed to be the only option that I had. I went around the house consciously and deliberately flaunting my deep cleavage, clearly showing off my engorged nipples and my barley covered midriff and shapely legs, the dress was there for namesake but otherwise I was practically going around nude in front of Vicky. I was exposing to Vicky as much as I hadn't shown my body to him even when he had fucked me.  

I distinctly remember my first sexual encounter with Shantanu, where I lost my virginity to him, even on that occasion, I had fucked because I wanted Shantanu to have me, but whatever happened, happened in the heat of the moment, without us, having planned it systematically. It was a spontaneous response to a situation which has arisen suddenly, without any warning.  

At that point in time it had been my dream to fuck Shantanu but it wasn't my plan. We were both eager and willing to fuck each other but we had depended on destiny to bring us together without making any specific efforts in that direction. What happened between Shantanu and me was a matter of chance, if it happened by design, it was destiny's design and not ours.  

Undoubtedly, losing my virginity had looked like an accomplishment at that time, and in my opinion I had enjoyed the best moments of my life at that time with Shantanu, not realising that the best was yet to come.  

You never know when destiny decides to improve things over the previous best that it had given you, and that's precisely what destiny thankfully seemed to be doing now, the dream run of sexual bliss had started and wanted to go on and on.  

They say "ignorance is bliss" and I was blissful because I was ignorant and maybe opinionated also. I was happy and appreciative of novelty in sex because it out-scored my past experiences. Even now when my body could anticipate the unknown pleasure I wasn't aware of what these would be. I had considered sex to be a swimming pool but Vicky was demonstrating that it was a bottomless ocean, which had huge treasures hidden in its depths.

I had strong aversions to certain things like oral sex but all that was gradually changing. I knew that earlier there were things that I liked now but didn't like earlier but there were also intimacies that  were unknown to me even now and if they were known, would be considered depraved by me and yet I  would learn to love and indulge in them.

Thankfully I was totally unaware of Vicky's exceptional sexual capabilities, thankfully because that eradicated preconceived notions, and that blank canvas in turn also removed the room for expectations to allow me to enjoy the experience to the fullest on each occasion. The stamina that Vicky had displayed while fucking me for the first time was totally unanticipated, based on my past experience with Shantanu I had low expectations from Vicky further discounted by the fact that a youngster may not be able to hold his excitement in his first fucking itself.  

My return trip to the living room downstairs last night was also an expression of my wishful desire without the backing of concrete expectations, if I had any hope, it was at best of spending some quality time with Vicky, the butterflies in my stomach had sort of airlifted me to our living room for becoming acquainted with the unknown.  

Earlier I had never fucked twice in such quick succession and didn't think that it would be possible even for Vicky to regain his erection within minutes, however seeing is believing and all my belief a and expectations automatically changed when Vicky unexpectedly walked in, shamelessly displaying an irresistible and invitational hard-on.

For me it was more than what I wanted and therefore I didn't loose the opportunity to fuck again, and what a fucking it turned out to be!  

Our second fucking, which was not part of my plan was for multiple reasons a blessing in disguise, because fucking in that situation was the simplest thing that Vicky and I could have done, as other intimacies, they would have only complicated the matter and led to things that I wanted to avoid, at least for now. Had we not fucked straightaway, spending time together may have led to us opening up through verbal and physical foreplay followed by other sexual activities which I wanted to avoid.  

Going back to our first fucking, after getting into physical relationship, Shantanu and I had decided to spend our life together and had continued to fuck each other with pleasure, but if I speak truthfully, I would have to say that the pleasure, though it was there was gradually diminishing with time and that probably was the reason for our desire for Vicky to join us in our sex-life and reignite the dying fire.

my sexual experience with Vicky, however, had been totally different. I had hatched a conspiracy, if I may call my plan to seduce Vicky that, and while making that plan, my fingers had worked overtime playing with my delicate clit as my mind dwindled into my sweet but unimaginative fantasies of seduction, unimaginative, as I was to realise later.

I think that I have said this on an earlier occasion too, but my discovery of my own panty filled with Vicky's cum did actually change my life forever, because somehow from that moment onwards, I was forever immersed into Vicky's thoughts, Shantanu had become just incidental to the whole situation and was now there just as a matter of chance as an excitement enhancer, now he was just a by-product of my relationship with Vicky, I feel so guilty, saying it, but the undeniable truth was that now Vicky had become everything to me, and Shantanu was there only to support and encourage us. Vicky now seemed to be each of the seven courses of my sexual meal and Shantanu just that glass of water, which I may or may not want after the meal but would have to have, after the meal.

I should have felt ashamed of myself as a wife, but I couldn't help it that I had no sense of guilt in doing and feeling the way I was. It was a game which Shantanu had compelled me too play, it had however gone too far and become absolutely real, as real as life. I couldn't decide whether it was something that Shantanu should rejoice or be sad about. He had gone into the insignificance that he was seeking.

Shantanu was also unknowingly facing competition from none other than me, I had during the previous night lovingly slurped two cream-pies from my own pussy and knew that wherever possible, would do so again.

My initial thoughts of initiating a sexual relationship with Vicky originated because of Shantanu. I agreed to fuck Vicky so that Shantanu could get his pleasure from sucking my cream-pied pussy because that's what my cuckold husband Shantanu desperately wanted and needed from me. Shantanu gave me the reason and encouragement needed to develop this unconventional relationship, he only sowed the seeds to cultivate my desire for Vicky and his magnificent cock.  

This original plan had been made for Shantanu's exclusive benefit, he was everything in it, he had my sole focus but all that had changed and my real focus was, now on the happiness and the pleasure that I could offer Vicky. What we had last night had lovingly assured my needy pussy of excellent sex ahead.  

Whatever Vicky did last night as we fucked, had been a heavenly experience. I was looking forward to Vicky, fucking and coming inside me again, and whether or not, Shantanu was able to suck the spermy treat left behind by Vicky, out of my pussy, was no more so important for me.  

I now wanted to belong to Vicky, I wanted him to own me and treat me as he wanted, and this is so because I trust him beyond any doubt.  I was ready to be blindfolded before I take the leap of faith, holding Vicky's hand to allow him to lead me into the word of sexual pleasure. By now, though in a very short duration, only, I had realised and understood that if I trusted Vicky, he would take me to the places of sexual pleasure which I didn't even know existed. By the way, trust is only a rhetorically used word here because I very well know that in this word, if I trust anyone more than myself, it's Vicky.

Well, my cunt was behaving like a cunt, but I don't know why the rest of my body was also behaving like a cunt, especially my mind, because while my cunt was unhesitatingly begging for Vicky's cock, my mind was feeling fucked up without even a cock getting inside it.  

I'm not sure, but I may have been guided by my past experiences and probably therefore wanted to reserve some intimacies for later, and I had there for told Vicky to restrict himself while having sex with me and in doing so, I had actually challenged Vicky's mental strength.  

Previous night, I had given Vicky some very stupid instructions, probably because I was proud and sure of my beauty and sexuality, which I thought that Vicky would not be able to resist for long and therefore showing confidence in myself, I had restricted his sexual access, but now I was myself feeling irritated and getting butterflies in the stomach. I was wondering as to what would happen if Vicky actually followed my instructions and restricted himself as asked by me. It may then become a torture for both of us because I very well know my egoistic nature, which would keep me from begging Vicky to keep aside my instructions and fuck me as he wanted.  

Vicky and I had fucked twice during the previous night, and yet, despite knowing as to what would it be like to fuck Vicky again, as by now I could very well visualise, making love to him, so my focus should have been on the desire of my cuckold husband, Shantanu who was to perform cunnilingus that night on my pussy filled with Vicky's cum.  

It should have either excited me or repulsed me, but astonishingly, I was not giving much thought to this new dimension of my sex life, and keeping Shantanu's pleasure aside, I was focused on giving pleasure to the new love of my life, Vicky. I was either thinking of Vicky or his beautiful cock. I never knew that a cock could be so beautiful. Only Vicky was capable of invoking such thoughts that I was thinking, I had never considered Shantanu's cock eligible to come near my mouth, but I was just waiting and wanted Vicky to ask me, to suck his cock, and if he did, I would suck it lovingly without any hesitation too.

In my fantasies, I had already pleasured that magnificent penis with my tongue and mouth, and received my reward too. The oral stimulation of Vicky's penis was still a fantasy but the reward was by now a reality and that had been such a pleasurable experience, that I was now sending silent messages to Vicky and hoping that they were reaching Vicky. I wanted him to ask me to suck and lick his young and potent cock and feed me his creamy cum directly in my mouth, which I was in love now, after tasting it from my panties.  

Though I know that it's physically impossible to do so, but I wanted to fuck and suck Vicky, simultaneously. I was desperate for Vicky and his cock. I wanted to shower him with such love as no other girl could give him. Shantanu's sexual submission to me had given me expectations of being treated as someone special, whereas my sexual liaison with Vicky had given me the desire for making my lover happy.  

One sexual relationship, the one with Shantanu had given me the desire for demanding obedience whereas the other, with Vicky had filled me with the desire to serve, it was something new for me and I was trying to reconcile with it, as I wasn't used to submitting. However irrespective of anything I wanted Vicky to desire receiving such pleasures from me, which I may not generally want to offer to anyone else.  

I was in an emotional turmoil as I struggled in a fight with my own self. How I wish that my outer being was as soft as my inner being, because my inner being had completely mellowed down and was now compelling me to let Vicky know that I needed him desperately. However, my outer self was unwilling to let go of the authority that it had over Vicky or even Shantanu for that matter.  

Despite my knowledge that I would be fucking Vicky that night, for both Shantanu's and my own fulfilment, I still wanted Shantanu to beg and request me again to go and fuck Vicky to bring Shantanu a cream pie, I hated myself for doing what I was doing, and yet I was loving doing it.  

Why am I so full of self contradictions? Why can't I do things in a simple manner and let truth to appear in as nude a form as I wanted to be in front of Vicky, I was hiding from my feelings just as I was trying to hide my body from Vicky for the time being.

While I did not make it outright obvious, but I did provoke Vicky a lot that day by showing him more skin, then what was usual for us. I wanted to tempt and restrict him at the same time. Previous night had been enough for me to become hungry and addicted to Vicky's cock and though I wasn't ready to acknowledge it but my pussy was crying with tears of desire and wanted to host it's favourite guest once again.  

I was using my body and attire to lure Vicky and didn't leave any stone unturned to ensure that Vicky would be tempted to at least ask me for some sex during the day, but he was being a bastard and even more egoistic than me.  

I knew that he wanted me as much as I wanted him, and yet he was showing some unnecessary obedience, which was totally not required for once. I would have thanked him for being disobedient on this occasion, but his ego was as big or bigger than mine.  

Vicky had already given me much more than expected, but fortunately, or unfortunately, along with the satisfaction that he given me, he had also given me expectations, as huge as his cock, and I knew that these expectations Vicky alone could fulfil.

It was an agonising wait that day, I even tried to pacify my pussy with my fingers but they were no replacement for Vicky's cock. In fact nothing could replace Vicky's cock now, nothing even bigger or better would give me the satisfaction that I needed, only Vicky's cock could have satisfied me and that's what I needed.  

My time was like a bed of thorns without Vicky inside me. Scenes of our fucking last night continued to replay in my mind and kept returning as reminders of the wonderful time that we had spent together making love in Vicky's bed and these thoughts were giving me a sweet itch in my insatiable pussy.

I was even more nude than completely nude in the revealing dress that I wore, because the dress wasn't just clearly showing-off my body more than ever before but it was also putting my intentions on display which made me even more shameless. That dress was all that I wore that day, I was devoid of any bra or panty underneath. The dress was so revealing and delicate that a mere brush of fingers would expose the gems of my sexy body that it was hiding, the provocation of the dress coupled with my super suggestive actions was not leaving any room for doubt and yet Vicky was displaying the strength of his character by following each of my instructions.

I was disappointed but also happy because it made me proud to have brought up this child to become an appreciable man who had so much self-control.

This battle of wits wasn't really required between Vicky and me but even then neither was ready to provide the trigger to initiate the wildfire fucking that both of us wanted.  

I really wanted a completely freestyle fucking for myself because I knew that when I fuck for Shantanu's benefit, things would be difficult and different, because Shantanu would be impatiently waiting for me to return and offer him his long and much awaited first cream-pie.  

Further I  wasn't about to be straightforward with Shantanu, my plan was to keep him in a happy place, which lay under my feet, because that's where he also wanted to be. I was training myself to dominate him and in line with that wanted him to feel obligated to me, even when I was fucking Vicky exclusively to have my own fun.

Though it wasn't really required but for the fucking to follow at night, which I knew would be under the scrutiny of my cuckold husband Shantanu, I wanted to create my image of a sacrificing wife and I knew very well that I wouldn't compromise on that aspect under any circumstances. I probably had my own insecurities and this was my mechanism for fighting with them.

At that time we were alone and this was the time when I could have given Vicky complete freedom, to fuck me as he liked. Without being direct, I was doing everything in my power to incentivise Vicky to do whatever he wanted.

I have always considered myself to be very smart, however Vicky was equally or more smart and had deeply read my instructions in between the lines too. He had not just read but more importantly understood them also and that had told him that our fucking wasn't just business as usual. He may not have immediately understood my purpose and intentions but had realised that there certainly was more to it, than was visible to the eyes.  

I am sure that Vicky was able to see more of my nudity that day than ever before because I had flaunted and flirted with Vicky. I had been extremely liberal and naughty while showing off my sexy body to Vicky, I had made efforts to expose as much as I could while pretending to hide my privates from him. My body needed his hands, lips and cock everywhere they could go, and I was open to welcoming them lovingly but Vicky was also playing his game equally well. If I wanted to break his resolve he was adamant to do the same with me.  

My shamelessness had already crossed all limits and the seductress in me was proud of myself for being so indecent in front of young Vicky, I knew that he desired me but I wanted him to want me even more. I wanted to become so irresistible that he would just force himself on me and fuck me without a concern for my consent. I wanted him to see my sexy body and desire and appreciate it before enjoying it. I needed him to use me unashamedly for his sexual gratification, I wanted him to behave as if he owned me or I was his whore.  

Sex had never been so attractive for me, it was crawling inside my body and creating a hunger which could only be satiated with Vicky's love and lust. I was throughout desperate for sex with him and every minute was heating my body in a sexual fire. The intensity of the lust that I was experiencing can't be described in words and yet I was traversing through that heavenly hell.  

I was ready to literally beg Vicky to use me for his pleasure, I would have sucked him, fucked him or done whatever he wanted me to do but he probably was enjoying my misery and waiting for me to break down completely. He could anticipate my hunger for his bodily attention and knew well that this wait also encompasses a slow burning fire which would make the consummation more sweet and complete.  

I was without a panty or bra under my super skimpy dress and both my cunt and boobs were as engorged as they could ever have been, the flow of my cunt juices was coating my thighs and my nipples were so  astonishingly hard and erect that anyone looking at me could easily make out my eroticised state.  

Eventually I realised that when in love, one shouldn't be egoistic and started gathering my courage to express my uncontrollable feelings to Vicky and ask him to fuck me here and now, I had done it yesterday and would have to do it again because Vicky lacked maturity to deal with this complex issue.

My thoughts were just about to be transformed into words and after culmination of the process were about to be on my lips when our doorbell suddenly rang.  

I was very near the door and logically should have opened the door as not doing so would in ordinary situation look like treating Vicky like a servant, it was something that I never did, but this was an extraordinary situation, I had to look towards Vicky for help, because my attire was totally unsuitable for an appearance even if it was Shantanu at the door.  

Vicky understood my problem and gestured me to go to my room and himself went to the door.  

What a KLPD it was? (KLPD in Hindi language stands for खड़े लण्ड पे डण्डा, meaning hitting an erect cock with a rod, implying killing of excitement).

I have never-ever been disappointed to meet my best friend Sneha, but on this occasion I was utterly disappointed and frustrated with her unannounced arrival. I had to unfortunately change into normal clothes before coming down to meet her. I would have been rude and even inhospitable with her that day, if Vicky hadn't stopped me from doing so.  

I loved Sneha's company and loved to spend time with her but that day it became an unbearable torture. I wanted her to leave but she just couldn't even expect such behaviour from me and therefore sat there completely oblivious to the cravings of my sexually starving body.

She had some very interesting gossip to share but I just couldn't concentrate on the shit coming out of her mouth. I was already finding it difficult to concentrate and to top it all that bastard Vicky, was making it impossible for me to even sit straight.

Sneha was sitting opposite me and Vicky was in the kitchen behind her and from there he was teasing me by showing me my used panty as he kissed it and rubbed it over his face.  

I have never been more scared of myself because I was unable to keep control over my urge to go to Vicky  in the kitchen and fuck him right there in Sneha's presence. I didn't know if I had become an exhibitionist or what but I would have immensely enjoyed fucking Vicky like that.  

I wasn't able to tell it to her but I wanted Sneha to leave as soon as possible, she on the contrary was totally relaxed as her husband was traveling.  

Vicky on the other hand continued his erotic antics and each of his action in the kitchen was causing a reaction in my now panty covered pussy, which was shaking due to tremors of sexual hunger. I experienced a mini orgasm, which was something completely new for me and it caused my face to contort, as my pussy erupted on its own without any external attention or intervention.

The change in my expressions didn't go unnoticed and Sneha got an impression that I was unwell, as even in her wildest imagination, she couldn't have guessed the reason for shivering and shaking of my lustful body.  

Sneha couldn't remain unconcerned about me and asked me about my unusual movements, "Jyoti, what happened to you, is anything wrong?"

I had to make an excuse and told her " Nothing serious Sneha, I am just a little under the weather."

"You want to see a doctor, I can take you to my family doctor, he is very good." Sneha suggested.

"Thanks Sweety, but no Sneha, I just need some rest and I will be fine" I also wanted to say "why don't you just leave now and let me get my much needed fucking!!" but somehow just held back.  

In those moments I was missing Vicky and his touch very badly, he was so close and yet so far, I couldn't take it, and therefore on the pretext of helping him went to the kitchen, my panty was still in his hand as he made tea for us. When he saw me coming, rather than hiding it, he brushed it against his moist lips and kissed it in my very presence, without any hesitation whatsoever.  

However I had to stop myself from responding to his action and he too had to eventually hid the panty in his pocket as we heard Sneha's footsteps, who wanted to tell me to let the 'Servant' take care of the tea etc. like she had told me many times in the past too, but I stopped her before she could say much because, I was full of love and respect, more than ever, for Vicky and didn't want him to be treated disrespectfully by anyone.

Wearing those clothes that day felt like being jailed, I was like a freedom fighter seeking liberation, at the earliest, from my presumably close friend, who in our current situation was looking like a burden.

My best friend looked like my worst enemy in the situation because she was the uncompromising judge who had jailed me to deny me the pleasure of meeting my new love Vicky.

I was anxious to welcome Vicky, deep inside my overflowing pussy and serve his cock, my juices extracted, especially and exclusively for him.  

Just fucking Vicky twice, last night had turned me into a sex maniac. I had never been more confused and anxious in life. I wanted to show my nude body to Vicky while I also wanted to hide it from him, I wanted to maintain distance while I also wanted to fuck and surrender to him. My relationship with Vicky was my treasure and I wanted to luxuriate in it as best as I could, I wanted to splurge while I was also being a miser.  

Meanwhile Sneha's presence was irritating me to no end. I always loved to spend maximum time with her as she was very open and caring with me. She had on many occasions shared intimate details about her sex life with me. I too had to a limited extent opened up to her and before these drastic changes in our lives was mentally prepared to share more about my private life with her but then suddenly with Shantanu's begging me for cream-pies followed by Vicky's lust for my panties, it all changed. All this changed my priorities in life and I couldn't let the two men that I loved, down.  

I was earlier ready to gossip about my sexual fun with Sneha but the recent developments were too private and extraordinary to be spoken about with anyone. It wouldn't have been sharing but exposing the intimate details of our relationship, which I couldn't bring myself to divulge.

By kissing and fondling my dirty panty, right behind Sneha's back, Vicky had given me a sweet sexual itch, which was filling my body with an indescribable craving. The panty that I was wearing, was drenched with my juices and cum, as a result of the mini orgasm caused by Vicky's actions, even though I had put that panty on just short while back.

Vicky brought tea and some snacks for us to have. He continued to stand behind Sneha to watch my misery from a vantage point. Nobody knew my condition better than him. He was happily responsible for it. Vicky must have felt great to see my condition.  

After tea, Sneha finally left, and it was a great relief to see her go.

I couldn't take it any longer, as I desperately needed to express my desperation and shameless as I had already become, I immediately took off my juice drenched panty and threw it over towards Vicky, and almost shouted,  "You did this!!!"

Vicky knew that it wasn't a complaint but a compliment and therefore sat down in front of me and kissed my pelvis, through the material of my skirt, I almost involuntarily raised my skirt to give Vicky an unobstructed view of my juicy pussy, and to allow him to lick and suck all the juice which he had made ooze out of it.

Suddenly, I remembered my promise to Shantanu, I had assured him that I will keep both my facial as well as cuntal lips off-limits for Vicky to kiss and therefore just held Vicky's head in position to allow him to kiss my pelvic area only through the material of my skirt.

"Please, Bhabhiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!! Vicky begged me to allow him to see and get a taste of my pussy.

I was in a state of indecision, the time of Shantanu's arrival was coming close and I wanted to save and serve Vicky's cum to him, and it would have been impossible to not to fuck, had I allowed Vicky to have his tongue's way, into my pussy. I had to unwillingly use all my power of determination and tell Vicky, "No, Vickyyyyyyyy.......... please don't do that. I too want it but we shouldn't!! You are a strong and nice boy, and I hope that you will follow my instructions, even if I become weak at any point in time, so promise me that you won't have oral sex with me in any moments of weakness!!!!"

Vicky too was extremely horny and begged once again, "Just once Bhabhi, let me love you with my lips!!!!!"

"Vicky, my jaanu!! We fucked last night and now I can't do without fucking you, but we must avoid oral sex, at least for now!! I request you to give me some time. I am sure that I can't resist you for too long and it's not that I don't want it between us, but we have to wait for now." I requested without any logical explanation but couldn't hide my own need too.

I didn't realise it, but even as I spoke, Vicky had continued to kiss my pussy through my skirt and rather than pushing him away, I had with my hands pulled him into me, making it clear that I was unwillingly, keeping him at a distance.

"Bhabhi, just let me taste you once I love the taste of your juices that get absorbed in your panties. It's so satisfying to taste. You just let me do it once, and I will not ask for it again until you allow me yourself!!!" Vicky literally begged as his hands, traveled inside my skirt and caressed my thighs.

It wasn't just Vicky who needed sex, I too was starving for it and not being able to resist anymore I gave in, "Okay, Vicky, just touch me there and get it on your fingers. It's literally overflowing, babyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!"

Vicky didn't show immediate impatience and for about two minutes, massaged my thighs by inserting his hands into my skirt before finally touching my pussy, which had been made completely hairless that day itself, especially for his benefit, the touch of his fingers to my pussy made me shudder.  

What Vicky did next was an indication of things to follow in the future, I was pleasantly surprised as he indulged in appreciable disobedience, and in that process, inserted two of his fingers into my steaming and leaking pussy. His fingers went in like hot knife into butter, and soon as he moved his fingers inside me, they gave me such a jot out of the blue, that I had to pull myself back.

Vicky finger came out of my cunt, glistening with my sexual nectar, and after momentarily appreciably, observing his finger, he inserted them into his mouth. Vicky licked and sucked his cum coated fingers without any inhibitions, as if he was completely oblivious of me and my presence, he wanted to ensure that there was no residue left on his fingers so as not to waste my nectar, which was so precious for him.

Once he was done cleaning his fingers, he looked at me, begging for more. No words were required as his expressive eyes themselves asked the question and made the request.

"No Vicky, no more, please!!!!" I told him without actually wanting him to stop. in fact, I wanted to do much more and let him lick my pussy as he wanted.

"It's so good, Bhabhi. Just let me do it once more, please, I will do whatever you say, but please don't refuse me. I promise that you will enjoy it too, I promise, let me have it just once more, please!!!!!" Vicky pleaded mercifully.

"Vicky, you have become a very naughty and bad boy now. It's not that I don't want it, but there is some reason which I can't share but we must restrict ourselves at least for now!!"

"Bhabhi, we can make love then what is wrong with that? Don't you like it?" Vicky couldn't understand my predicament and therefore asked.

I wanted to tell Vicky that there was no way for me to not like oral sex because since the time Shantanu had started sucking my pussy to give me better orgasmic  satisfaction, then he ever could with his cock, I depended on oral sex to feel satisfied sexually. However, it wasn't possible for me to tell this to him, and therefore, I said "Vicky, I had told you yesterday itself, that I can't offer you oral sex,  because I have promised myself, that I will try to maintain some distance between us and therefore,  won't allow you to kiss any of my lips,  neither my facial nor the lips between my legs!!!!"

"But why Bhabhi, why are you denying this pleasure to both of us? I promise you I will not expect you to return this pleasure. Believe me, I need to do this more for my own pleasure than yours" Vicky tried to impress upon me his need to worship my pussy orally.  

Vicky's pleading was making it extremely difficult for me, because I too wanted oral sex between us, equally badly. I wasn't just ready to be pleasured but I also wanted to offer my oral virginity to Vicky, my lips and tongue, just like my thirsty throat, were ready to be coated with Vicky's cum, obtained with honesty and labour of love, however I held back my strong urge and once again stopped Vicky, probably only to make him want me more,  "I can understand Vicky, but let's not make everything of limits, please!!!!!"

"Why Bhabhi is there a medical problem?" Vicky inquired as he was unable to find any logic in my illogical behaviour.  

"Absolutely, noooooo!!!!!!, If that was the case, I wouldn't have given you access to my pussy, in any manner whatsoever, it's just that I don't want to become greedy and completely give-in to this guilt causing temptation!!" I defended myself to avoid any misunderstanding 

"Bhabhi, if you feel guilty about sex with me, I won't force you!" Vicky spoke in a sacrificial voice.

"Vicky, you didn't come to me, it was my decision to have sex with you and I have no regrets about that. I know that we only live once and I am not ashamed to tell you that I want to enjoy my love life as best as I can. I don't want to stop what we started last night but I do want to maintain a balance between my relationships. I know I shouldn't be saying this, but if I don't tell you then I don't have anyone else to share this with. I came to you to get what I otherwise don't get satisfactorily from SHA...... NTANU. What you gave me last night was the best of my life so far, and I want you to love me like that as long as you want!!!" I spoke being completely shameless.  

The conversation or my monologue, whatever it could be considered, was causing uncontrollable horniness in my body, Vicky still had his hands inside my skirt and was massaging my thighs without making a contact with my pussy, I held his hand and directed it towards my pussy to indicate my silent approval for him to insert his fingers inside once again and just as he got the hint, Vicky happily slid his fingers inside my overflowing cunt again and moved them to give me tremors.  

This time Vicky didn't withdraw his fingers immediately, he continued fingering my pussy for almost a minute and when I couldn't take it anymore I backed off. Vicky knew well what he had to do and immediately got on to doing it, he started licking his fingers and palm to lick all my cream and cum that was coating them. He closed his eyes with pleasure, probably to visualise the act of sucking my pussy, which he had not been allowed to perform.

The eroticism of the situation was killing and suddenly I ceased to be myself and shedding all inhibitions inserted my own fingers into my pussy and indulged in self-gratification.

Had Vicky not closed his eyes, he would have received an instant kick by seeing me display my weakness, but he was momentarily denied that confidence boosting pleasure.

I was oblivious to everything in that instant and when Vicky opened his eyes he was in for a treat, a visual treat that would instantaneously become oral.

Vicky watched me finger fuck myself for a few seconds and when I opened my eyes, some shame returned to me and I felt embarrassed. I however fought the embarrassment and withdrawing my fingers from my cunt, offered them to my young lover. While he licked my fingers Vicky's hand once again stared moving towards my pussy lips.

This madness was spiralling out of our control and a no holds barred fucking was appearing to be imminent because more than half of me, playing a dominant role, wanted Vicky to continue, whereas the other part of me that wanted him, or us to stop, had gone into minority.  

We were still standing near the main gate of our house after seeing Sneha off and were unnecessarily exposing ourselves to the risk of being heard by anyone coming in, but our focus at this moment was more on cuming and not coming.