My Life As A Cuckold’s Wife. Ch - 9

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Chapter 9

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Shantanu, I unfortunately don't know if I have done the right thing but I promise you that I hadn't even fantasised about any other person, including Vicky, before you encouraging me for it. I hope that you are happy and don't regret losing the exclusivity that you had over me, I am really sorry, if I disappointed you by actually indulging with.............. Vic....... ky!!!!" Tears rolled out of my eyes as I said this, but I knew that I was only acting, and acting so good that I deserved an award. If there was any genuineness in my tears it was about my insecurity about the continuance of my relationship with Vicky in it's new avatar. I had already gotten the best of both worlds and now wanted to keep it with me forever.

"Jyoti, I don't have even an iota of regret over what you did yesterday night because of me, I am absolutely and truly grateful for this huge sacrifice that you made for my sake, please unburden yourself of the weight that you are unnecessarily carrying on your shoulders. You will yourself witness my the genuineness of my happiness today, when you come back after meeting Vicky! I don't want you to feel guilty because of what you have and are about to do again, because we have knowingly gotten into this situation and now should be enjoying it without any concerns. I promise that I would love to clean your pussy filled with Vicky's cum everyday, but it's important that you too wholeheartedly enjoy your time with both Vicky and me. You too must contribute equally to the cream-pie that you make for me, because that alone would make it the perfect recipe but that won't happen until you too enjoy what you are doing and allow your body to participate enthusiastically!!!" Shantanu re-licensed me to do what I had already done.

"Shantanu darling, I too want to give you all that you want and understand that for this to happen I must give myself completely to Vicky as well but I never thought that there would be someone other than you warming my bed, you were the one and only for me, and honestly I didn't want to change that!!" My statement would have been true till a few days back but at that moment, I was lying.

"I know Jyoti, and I promise that I will not disturb that, you can still choose to be a 'one-man-woman' for our respective roles. It would be perfectly fine with me, if it's only Vicky, who gets to fuck you and only me who gets to suck and kiss your juicy pussy! Would you like that?" Shantanu offered exclusivity to fuck me to Vicky.

"I don't know Shantanu, but I can't ever stop you from fucking me, after all you are my loving husband, but yes I would also want you to clean up the mess that you make, just the way you are going to clean Vicky's mess, today onwards!!" I agreed with Shantanu, without agreeing in words. I had told Shantanu that he would be welcome to fuck me only if he could slurp out his own spunk too, from my cunt, something the I very well knew that he wouldn't be able to do, as there had been numerous failed attempts at it.

Shantanu failed to even notice the denial, probably because he was already mentally prepared to sacrifice fucking in exchange for sucking to get degrading cream-pies.

"Jyoti, you don't have to worry, just start enjoying the sex that you are having. That's important baby, if we have to continue doing, what we have started, we must genuinely love each other. Vicky will be able to make you very happy, if you cooperate with him. By the way, how was last night, did you enjoy?" Shantanu was suddenly interested in knowing about the previous night.

"Ohhhhhhh Shantanu, it was something else! I hadn't ever expected to be fucked the way he fucked me last night. Any girl would be happy and lucky to have him inside her, and I am glad that because of your encouragement, it was me!!!! Ohhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuckkk Babu, he shot a massive load inside me, you have already seen it in the picture but that picture doesn't do half the justice that he deserves, he can and really does fuck!!! I am sure that you too are about to get much more than you expect!!" I heaped bold praises on Vicky while luring Shantanu.

"Then just go and enjoy with him my darling wife, don't make me wait anymore, please let him fuck you like you haven't been fucked ever before. Give him the sex that no other girl can give him and in return let him repay you with his liquid gold, which you can bank with me!!!" We had become absolutely shameless and lost any concerns about our relationship.

I wanted to hide my own impatience and had it been upto me, would have fucked Vicky hours back. My pussy was on fire and the juices oozing out of it were working like oil and making it worse for me. I didn't need any further encouragement for fucking Vicky because everyone in our house wanted Vicky and me to fuck and go on fucking, only with breaks for cleaning as these were to be for Shantanu's benefit.

I was already extremely aroused and ready to be fucked and as it is, my impatience was running high. I wanted to appear balanced but the anticipation of the pleasure to be received was making me crazy, "Ohhh fuck Shantanu, and just shut up!!! You need to sleep or at least pretend to be sleeping, before I can go to get what you want!!! Do you understand???"

Without uttering a single word Shantanu switched off the lights and went to the bed. Momentarily I felt like offering my pussy to Shantanu for sucking to let him know as to how aroused I was to be fucked by my lover but then I decided to save that lubrication for facilitating Vicky's entry, which would also tell him about my ever increasing desire for him and his cock.

It had all looked like a dream till this moment but truth was now knocking at my door, it was an excitingly threatening situation as Shantanu lay in front of me, waiting for me to pour a cocktail of Vicky's and my elixir into his mouth out of my freshly fucked pussy. I couldn't believe that I was getting ready to fuck Vicky while Shantanu was present in the house. I too wanted to get this done and over with now, as I didn't anymore want to live in the suspense that was killing me.

I could visualise Vicky getting ready to fuck me, using the panty that I had thrown towards him sometime back, I was now regretting my action which may prevent me from enjoying the potential fucking from Vicky. I may have said otherwise but I wanted Vicky to fuck me for as long and as best as he could. I wanted him inside me, forever.

"Jyoti my love, please go now and let him fuck you, baby!!! Bring me the tasty treat that I have been dreaming off and waiting for, since so long. Please go as soon as possible because we don't want him shooting that priceless jizz in your panties once again. Let him fuck and satisfy you the way I have never been able to do!" Shantanu seemed ready to let Vicky know that he was the actual beneficiary of the fucking that Vicky and I were about to indulge in.

"I am going Shantanu, wait for a few minutes and without making any noise, please!!" I almost scolded husband Shantanu.

I went to the bathroom and took a picture of my own panty, after taking it off and sent it to Vicky. I was acting without thinking but I had taken this risk because I was absolutely confident about Vicky. I would have sent even a nude picture of me, if Vicky had asked for one. Along side I wrote, "I am cummmmmmming, but Jaanu, you don't cummmmmmmm!!!!! Luv..... J!!"

After waiting for few more minutes and irritating a tired and sleepy Shantanu with the waste of time, I finally tiptoed downstairs. I saw that with one hand Vicky was holding and sniffing my dirty panty, while his other hand was working on his fully erected penis, as I entered his room. He stopped jerking off when he saw me, the tip of his cock was shining with his pre-cum even in the dim light. I wanted to enjoy a full scale foreplay before our intercourse but then decided against it. I felt like shedding off both my clothes & shame, and stand completely naked in front of Vicky but then exercised control over my emotions and moved forward to fuck Vicky, just as planned by me.

Vicky also understood my silence and sat up to offer himself, just as I wanted. I pulled down my sky blue, lacy panty which though I had worn just minutes back, while changing into my short nighty, but was fully drenched with my cunt dew. I allowed the panty to fall on the floor as I had no intentions of taking it back with me. I would have loved to spend the night in Vicky's arms but since it wasn't possible to do that I want to leave something special for Vicky which would make him miss me more while also satisfying him.

Vicky threw away the sheet that was covering his legs and exposed his readiness for fucking me, by displaying his erect cock. We had shed most of our inhibitions by now, and Vicky seemed to understand the urgency of the situation, which actually was my creation. He wanted to utilise the available time for fucking me and in that process stay connected and inside my sexy and voluptuous body.

Like the previous night I sat across Vicky's legs and guided his cock inside my fully lubricated pussy, after taking hold of it in my hands. I was fully expecting Vicky to hold my boobs, through the material of my nighty, and if not that to at least make an effort to hug and kiss me, but Vicky followed my instructions to the hilt and allowed me to use his cock, just as I wanted.

Vicky's cock warmed my entire body from inside, just as it made contact with my pussy-lips and pleasurably forced its way inside my pussy.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh Vicky!!!!! That feels so goooooooooddddddd Honeyyyyyyyy!!!!!!! Fuck meeeeeee!!!" I had to beg. Staying away from Vicky the entire day wasn't anything less than starvation and boy, I was more than just hungry!!!!!

"I love youuuuuuu Bhabhiiiiiiii....!!!!!" Vicky definitely wanted to say more but controlled his emotions and stopped himself from saying more.

"I too love you my baby sweetheart!!!" I whispered into Vicky's ear, blowing my hot breath in, and it caused Vicky to get chills and he literally shivered with pleasure. I had whispered because I didn't want my admission of 'Love' to be overheard by Shantanu, while I wanted to confess my growing and lusty love to Vicky. I wanted him to assert his right over me and therefore it was essential that he knows it.

Once I had taken Vicky's cock completely in, I basked in its glory for a few moments, forgetting all about Shantanu, just enjoying the deepest connection that we had established and were enjoying. The imposed and intended hurry to milk out Vicky's sperms into my cunt, vanished by itself and I started to see stars in a closed room. The 'Giver' that I had been seeing in myself had suddenly turned into a 'Seeker' and was begging Vicky to fuck her to the best of his ability, the 'Jyoti' in me was burning in the fire of 'lust'. The churning of our mixed juices was making it a heavenly experience.

When I didn't move, Vicky reminded me of the risk associated with our situation, "Bhabhi please hurry up, Bhaiya shouldn't wake up!!!!"

"Vicky it's soooooo gooooood, I don't care anymore, I just wanna fuck you!!! It was such a long day babu, Mamma missed you so much, my baby!!!" I was, so much out of my senses and probably seeking the kinks of sex that I unintentionally made Vicky feel as if we were indulging in incest.

I could sense that the depravity and eroticism of my words caused Vicky to tense up immediately. I had hit a chord which was electric and shocked Vicky immensely. He tried covering my lips with his hand, to stop the obscenities that I was blurting, "Please Bhabhi, what are you saying??? Do you really mean what you are saying!!??"

"Fuck, yes Vickyyyyyyy!!! Yes, I am such a bad fucking MOM!!!!! I have always loved you like my son, this looks sooooooo wrong, but I can't help it, that I want us to keep loving each other, like now!!! Yes, yes yes!! Keep fucking meeeeeeee Vickyyyyyyy my love, as love can never be wrong!!!!" I was speaking without thinking but that didn't mean that I was senseless, these were my well considered and established beliefs, after their recent transformation caused by my discovery of Vicky's love for me.

The lovemaking had become so intense that I had lost my concerns for risk, I was speaking loudly enough to be heard outside Vicky's room. Vicky was scared because he was feeling threatened by the consequences and therefore didn't want us to take unnecessary risk, but for me risk was nonexistent, and therefore I was fucking with abandon.

I was in full control of our fucking that day and using all my strength and energy bounced in Vicky's lap, while his cock probed my juicy cunt, with it's in and out, movements. To my utter disappointment Vicky was adhering to all my instructions, I wanted him to ignore all that I had told him and use my body to get whatever pleasure he wanted and to that extent I dangled my sexy boobs, which were covered only with my see through nighty, right in front of his face, fully expecting him to uncover them and play with them, but my provocation didn't yield because Vicky respected me too much and my word was his command.

I should have been more mature because my carelessness was giving Vicky reasons to suspect me. He wasn't a dumbass and I knew it well too but I probably wanted him to understand the depth of the depravity that we were indulging in. After crossing the line with Vicky, I didn't want anything to remain forbidden, the dishonesty with Vicky, that I was part of, was bothering me. I wanted us to continue to be lovers but more importantly I was also desperate to clean the air between Vicky and me, irrespective of consequences.

I knew that Vicky loved me just as I loved him and therefore he would not say 'No' to anything that I want but I wanted him to participate willingly and knowingly.

"Oooooooohhhhh Bhabhiiiii, meri jaaaaaaannnn!!!!! This is so good!! I love it inside you!!! Please don't make me cummmmmm so soon!!!!" Vicky almost begged because he too was enjoying out copulation too much and wanted us to continue but my words and actions were taking his excitement to the levels where he wasn't able to control it.

Vicky wanted to regain control as he wanted us to spend the maximum possible time, enjoying the connection between our aroused and hungry for each other, bodies. He therefore pushed me back and got on top of me. I didn't resist his move because I realised that him being on top would allow his cum to make deeper in-roads into my body and help me carry his cum to Shantanu without spilling it. I wanted Shantanu to get the entire load of Vicky's cum.

It was very relaxing to be fucked by Vicky, he was also enjoying the view of watching me, enjoying the deep strokes of his cock into my pussy.

Vicky had assumed control of the physical movements by coming on top of me, but I was still holding the key to Vicky's climax in my hands or actually in my words and it was upto me, whether to make Vicky shoot his cum inside me with my obscenities that implicated us for indulging in incest, or to remain silent and allow him to extend our pleasurable fucking, I was myself on the brink of an orgasm and knew that even if Vicky shoots right away, I would go to Shantanu, absolutely satisfied, with a cunt fully filled with Vicky's potent cum, whereas Vicky wanted me to have multiple orgasms, before his shooting his creamy seed inside me. His fucking wasn't only about his own pleasure because he was seeking my ultimate pleasure and wanted to continue fucking me until I beg him to stop. For Vicky, it wasn't at all about taking, but rather giving so much, that he becomes indispensable and I become dependent on him for my existence.

Sanity had lost it's meaning between us, logically we needed to be quite and finish our job quickly but contrary to that, we wanted to prolong our fucking and were expressing our need loudly too.

"Ohhhh Vicky, you're the best baby, keep fucking me sweetheart, I love the way you fuck me! Make me yours forever!!! I have never been fucked soooooo goooooooooddddd!!!!! Ohhhhhhhh......... yessssss!!!!!!" I had no concern for my dignity and disclosure of Shantanu's role, during those moments of pure bliss, nothing mattered to me in front of our mutual pleasure. I wanted to exist only for Vicky.

My uncontrollable sexuality was making it difficult for Vicky, I had momentarily become a nymphomaniac, who wasn't ready to give a fuck about anything other than her fucking by her young lover.

Vicky once again placed his hand on my lips to stop me from making those sexual grunts and utterances, and once again pleaded with me to stop, "Let me fuck you some more, please!!!! It's wonderful inside you Bhabhi, let me stay in!!!!!"

"Fuuuuuuuckkkkkkk Viiiiiicccccccckkkkkkyyyyyyy!!! Fuck meeeeeee!!!!!" I almost shouted loud enough to wake up Shantanu, if at all he was sleeping, but I knew that he was awake and listening to us, and I wanted him to know that the investment that he had made was growing and flourishing.

I suddenly felt as if my body was being flooded from inside. Forceful torrents of Vicky's cum hit my vaginal walls as Vicky's body tensed up as he grunted and unwillingly shot a massive load of Shantanu's tasty treat inside my welcoming cunt, "I ammmmm cummmmmmmiiiiiiiinnnnnngggggg!!!!"

My pussy had been throughly used and my own cum was flowing out continuously and getting mixed with Vicky's cum. My pussy seemed to be overflowing with our cum cocktail. I was suddenly reminded of Shantanu, my husband, who was eagerly waiting for my return so that he could receive the holy sacrament (Prasad) that Vicky and I had made for him.

I shuddered once again as I visualised myself sitting on Shantanu's face, while he waited for the mixture of Vicky and my juices to drip into his open mouth. Both Shantanu and I were already well acquainted with the taste, but that day's dish which had been made with lots of labour of love, and was to be served directly out of the oven, that my pussy had become, had a lot different significance as compared to the one stolen from dirty panties.

Shantanu's dream was on the verge of becoming reality and I didn't want any slip between my cunt and Shantanu's lips. Vicky cock was still performing and hadn't gone down, I anticipated that if he continued to drill my pussy, then the precious cum was likely to spill out and therefore I told Vicky, "This was better than the best, Vicky! You are too good! Do you want to do it again, just now?"

Vicky didn't answer, but just gave another full bloodied plunge of his cock into me, to demonstrate his willingness and strength for fucking me again.

I was tempted to cooperate because I was feeling elated in the afterglow of our glorious fucking and ready for more, but then I was once again reminded of Shantanu's obsession and realised that it would be better to avoid selfishness in the long term interest of my relationship with Vicky.

I was still in bed with Vicky but my pussy was tingling with the anticipation of Shantanu's tongue in it. Shantanu was ten times better with his tongue in sex, as compared to his cock and the time for his actual submission had arrived. I was feeling proud of Vicky because I knew that I was carrying much more of his slurp-able sperms in my cunt, than Shantanu could ever imagine. It was going to be extremely humiliating for Shantanu on multiple counts to respectfully imbibe the sweet nectar of my copulation with Vicky. Shantanu had on multiple occasions already tasted Vicky's jizz out of my panties, that had been used by Vicky for his masturbatory fantasies involving me, but the quantity of his cum in my panties was only as real as his fantasies, the real sex and fucking had caused him to produce and shoot a massive load of his sperms inside me.

"Thank you, Vicky! That was wonderful and I would love to do it again, just as you too seem to want it, but it's getting very late, so I must go now!" I made an excuse to leave but not without complementing him for his still erect cock.

Vicky withdrew his cock from my cunt and asked me, "Bhabhi, don't you want to clean up before going?"

"Vicky, you won't be with me during the night, but I want to keep a part of you inside me, throughout the night. I made you shoot inside me, because want to sleep like this only!!" I felt guilty lying to Vicky but I didn't have a choice in that regard. I had been illogical with Vicky but I had no other explanation, I also knew that Vicky would smell something fishy but I thought that it may help him to gradually accept the unusual aspect of our sexual relationship.

I didn't bother about my panty, and leaving it with Vicky, I fled to my bedroom.

The room was dark and Shantanu was standing behind the door itself, he immediately hugged me as I closed the door behind me.

Without any delay he lifted my nighty up and took it off my body in a single swipe. Shantanu kissed me and during the lip-lock itself, put a very expensive diamond necklace around my neck.

The unexpected gift astonished me, I hadn't expected that I would be rewarded for indulging in infidelity, by my own husband. The ultimate and the unknown pleasure which I had received was rewarding enough for me, the bonus was totally unnecessary because even the most expensive diamond was nothing compared to the love which Vicky had showered on and inside me. I anyhow had to appreciate the gesture, "Shantanu baby, why this, when just your love is sufficient for me?"

"Jyoti, my darling doll, this is nothing compared to what I actually want to give! You deserve much better for being the best and most loving wife in this world!! I am the luckiest guy in this world!!! Please accept my love and let me express my deepest gratitude!!" Shantanu's happiness knew no bounds and he was finding it impossible to wait any longer for giving lip service of a different kind to my filled-up pussy.

I could sense Vicky's cum travelling down and knew that the show-time had arrived, "Shantanu darling, I am ready for you! Your return gift is waiting for you, take it now, baby! I have brought so much for you, that you'll love it, you won't have to lick but rather, literally drink the bucket full of his cum, that he has shot inside my pussy!!!"

Shantanu shivered with the thrill of the good news that I had given him, and I was able to see him shivering and developing goosebumps as he went on his knees in front of me. Tears of happiness filled his eyes as his thirsty lips approached my leaky pussy. Shantanu was able to see my glistening pussy, which was sparkling with the shine of Vicky's and my, combined cum.

The moment of truth had arrived as I too could feel my own heart skip a beat. What kind of freedom was it? I was about to feed my lover's cum to my husband, right out of my fucked and filled-up pussy. Thousands of thoughts filled up my mind and questioned my love ethics, as I stepped closer to offer my fucked-up and filled-up, cunt to husband Shantanu. What a 'wife' I had become!!!!

And then it finally happened!!!

After appreciatingly looking at my pussy for a few moments Shantanu suddenly glued his lips to my pussy, without any trace of hesitation. His transformation into a 'Cream-Pie Loving Cuckold' had been completed, he had momentarily seemed to be reconsidering his decisions, before making the final commitment and irreversibly becoming the submissive husband that he was in the verge of becoming, however to my relief he didn't go back. He rather moved forward and there was no repulsion in his behaviour, for him it all appeared to the most pious thing in his life. Shantanu's prayers had been heard and it looked as if he was imbibing some holy sacrament (Prasad) after completing a big spiritual pilgrimage. He had attained nothing less than the purpose of his life.

I could feel Shantanu's lips kissing and covering my pussy lips and then his tongue darting out to probe my opening to facilitate the flow of Vicky's warm and fresh cum into his waiting mouth. I had already seen Shantanu enjoying licking Vicky's cum out of my panties on numerous occasions but this was something else!

Even after having participated in this fuck-fest it appeared unbelievable. I had whored myself to Vicky with my husband's full knowledge and enjoyed it too and yet I didn't want to acknowledge it even to myself.

As Vicky's cum started flowing into Shantanu's mouth, Shantanu took a momentary break and showed off the cum sitting on his tongue to me, before gulping it in.

Shantanu had found his biggest treasure in life and was totally unstoppable. He received and imbibed Vicky's sperms mixed with my orgasmic nectar, like a blessing. Vicky had shot almost an impossibly large quantity inside me but yet Shantanu seemed to want more, even when he had finished cleaning my pussy.

No remorse, no regrets, only happiness and satisfaction, I could witness in Shantanu's eyes. It was time to celebrate Vicky, my new love.

All in all I was feeling grateful for Shantanu being a cum loving cuckold husband.

To continue........

Author's Note:

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