A Cuckold By Birth - Part 3

"What have you done?" I whispered to her.

"What was required?" she replied.

"You took his penis in your mouth."

"So, it is part of sex," she justified.

I was speechless. She rearranged her clothing and kissed on my lips and whispered, "I love you."

We kept quiet most of time. It was easier to do so in that dark alley but at other places where we would see each other in the faint light, it was difficult. Nishma didn't have any remorse on her face and neither was she embarrassed. My mind raced through all that transpired in the short span of 15 minutes or so. My perversions took a strong hold of me and forced me to imagine her with her past lovers. If she could show such passion for a cheap thug what would she do for her past lovers. I imagined what it would have been if he insisted on penetrating her. Would he not try to cum inside her and perhaps impregnate her? Although, she said it was safe, did she really mean safe from the point-of-view of pregnancy or diseases? Not much was known about sexually-transmitted-disease during that time. Much of such knowledge started spreading a decade after that with the advent of internet and rapid expansion of TV. The more I imagined the more stronger the fantasy became and I craved for her to see impaled on his cock. Even though I had no idea about his size, I imagined him to be much bigger than me both in length and girth. I yearn to be a cuckold. The simple thought of me taking the vows at the marriage ceremony with his baby in her stomach made me shudder.

All through Nishma had a mischievous smile on her face as she lovingly glanced at me and blew kisses through the rest of the way. We were out of the temple in few hours and my heart was beating wildly as we stepped out. I looked for him but I hadn't even seen him so didn't know how to identify him. But he was nowhere to be found and neither could we even if had walked right past us.

Chapter - 3 (Revelations or Intimate introductions)

"Why are you worried?" she asked looking at my harried state.

"Did he notice who you were?"

"Perhaps," she quipped, looking around.

"Did you see him?"

She shook her head. Holding my hand she lead me, whispering, "don't worry he won't bother us anymore."

We made way back to the hotel without much further discussions. Once safely inside, she asked, "are you upset?"

I didn't respond as the sweat on forehead clearly conveyed my state.

"You seem to be having a nervous breakdown."

"Please don't be mad at me," she pleaded, "I did what seemed right and even though you may think I may have gone overboard from my experience anything less would not have appeased him."

"Why don't you sit down?" she urged and fetched a glass of water for me.

"Relax," she said, scooting next to me, "I am not going to judge you based on what happened."

She rested her hand on my chest to feel my heartbeat. She rightly understood that I was stressed by the situation. It was the first time I was facing Nishma in solitude and I wondered if she thought about me as a spineless man.

"You may be doubting my manliness..." I said. My lips quivered as each word weighed heavily on my tongue.

"Sh...." she silenced me and hugged me.

"I would never do that," she assured.

"What matters is that we love each other and are not afraid to expose our not-so-good-side to each other."

"It is only possible if we trust each other and have complete faith in our relationship."

"Still didn't you expect me to put up a fight?" I weakly replied.

"No..." she tried to console, still hugging me.

"It wouldn't have been prudent; perhaps we should not have indulged in such risky behavior at a public place."

"Once we were down the slippery slope it was not possible to preach him."

"He would have either taken me forcefully or publicly humiliated us."

"Didn't he do that already?"

"No way - what happened was private; besides he didn't really penetrate me - I think that was a fair deal."

"You seem so be calm and composed," I said, feeling the shame.

"It's only my experience - I don't see it as an insult to myself and neither should you. If at all, it helped us getting introduced to our kinkier sides."

"Don't you think?" she asked, looking at me.

"You look embarrassed," she added and quickly got up to pull all the curtains and even closed the bathroom door to make it dark and similar to what it was in the temple. It wasn't quite dark but definitely helped me feel comfortable discussing such topic with her.

"Are you okay now," she asked as she sat next to me. She turned towards me and dropped her hand into my lap as she leaned into kiss me on my cheek. I tentatively leaned back as my shameful feelings hadn't completely abated.

"Are you still mad at me?" she asked

"No."

"Then why are you hesitating?" Her hand gently cupped my bulge; I realized that even though I was ashamed about it my body was hyperactive.

"It is fine," she understood as I cringed with this realization.

"All you have to do is make love," she whispered leaning forward. Her lips few inches from mine.

"Let your wife know that you still love her - even after her promiscuous behavior," she quipped. Her hand was getting more active. Even though I hadn't fully recovered from my emotional state, my hormones made up my choice. Nishma's lips tantalizingly brushed against mine. She was the aggressor as she slowly melted my resolve and coerced me into kissing her back. I soon pushed her back on the bed and voraciously swapped saliva with her. She welcomed my kiss and pulled out my penis in no time.

"Do you still love me?" she asked breaking the kiss. My penis was straining inside her firm grip. I didn't reply and continued kissing her. After frantically kissing for the longest time; much longer than even that cheap thug kissed her. In my mind, I was competing with that cheap bastard. Even though I didn't have much experience with kissing, I kissed her for well over five minutes. Nishma reckoned it was ten minutes. The next logical step was to get on top of her but Nishma had other ideas.

"Do you know how to pleasure a lady?" she asked. I froze for a moment and she got up and quickly got rid of her Salwar and panties. My heart was wildly beating as I felt that she would let me mount her just the way she allowed him with the exception of actual penetration.

"Move back," she said and straddled my waist. My naked penis made contact with her skin. She adjusted it to be wedged between her pussy lips and ass cheeks. Her hand caressed it from behind.

"Are you ready?" she asked. I nodded.

She played with the tip of my penis for a few moments and then pulled forward onto my stomach and then finally onto my chest. A very strong musky odor hit me as she finally made it to just around my neck. I thought it was her unwashed anus that was stinking but I wasn't quite experienced then to discern between the various smells. It smelled different.

"You know what to do?" she said as she finally lifted herself and placed it right on top of my lips. The stench became very strong and although it wasn't disgusting, it was different. She gently raised my head to her pussy lips and I tasted her juices for the first time. She was soaking wet and her juices practically drooled into my mouth. Her pussy didn't taste salty as I had imagined, if at all it was mildly bitter. After lapping up her juices for a minute or so my apprehensions went away and I started enjoying the taste of her pussy. Strangely it no longer felt bitter. After a few minutes or so, I asked, "shall we change positions?"

She smiled looking down at me.

"Why don't you suck it more?" she urged. I realized that she wanted to climax on my tongue. Without much encouragement I kept on lapping her pussy for the next ten minutes until she groaned with intense pleasure.

Amidst all the excitement and my insecurities I realized that Nishma's pussy was quite small and not as flared up as I expected it to be after learning of her past indiscretions. I held my relief in suspension as I expected to finally mount my would-be wife and test it out first hand. She sat next to me catching her breath.

"That was fantastic," she exhaled.

"Now your turn," she said and tugged on me. I didn't quite understand so sat up. She whispered, "you know that we can't really do that yet - need to reserve the best until after marriage."

She straddled me from behind and hugged me lovingly and kissed on my neck. Once again I felt overpowered by her size. Although she wasn't really plump or even stocky; her frame was large enough to easily envelope me from behind.

"Now I really want to hear from you," she whispered into my ear, "how much you liked the temple episode."

Her hand got hold of my penis and she started stroking it. She sucked onto my neck. I noticed that she was trying something funny and asked, "what are you doing?"

"You shall see," she replied.

"You have to talk," she urged, "otherwise we may be sitting here for hours..."

"I am serious - I won't let this have any relief," she added emphatically pointing to my penis.

"Go on," she urged, "even though it doesn't seem appropriate I know that you enjoyed it."

"There is no need for us to hide such things..."

As I weighed my options, she moved back to grab something and then moved back. I noticed her hand caressing my butt from behind. Within a few moments her middle finger sneaked into my crack and poked my anal opening.

"It's okay..." she seethed as she hugged me again and got hold of my penis again.

"You should like it," she whispered, gently nibbling on my earlobe. Her other hand now was massaging my testicles as the hand behind gently massaged my anus. I had seen this in some movies but didn't think anyone would indulge in it until they were sure about its hygienic state. She continued kissing my neck in that funny way but this time at a different location.

"Don't think, I will allow your silence," she quipped. Her gentle massaging was feeling so pleasant that for a few moments I even lost track of what she had asked. When she pushed me again, I asked, "What do you want to know?"

"For first, did you ever fantasize about me making out with someone else?"

"Uh," I groaned as her finger tried to make in. I tried to hold her hand but she pushed it aside saying, "don't worry.. I know what I am doing."

"Yes," I groaned as she finally barged her middle finger in past the sphincter muscles only to pull it back out again.

"Was it really me or some other woman?" she sensually posed, kissing me on my cheek and trying to reach my lips. Her finger tried to probe deeper once again; there was much less resistance this time.

"You," I exhaled as her actions were edging me closer to my orgasm. She still only massaged my testicles and didn't really touch my penis but it was already jerking involuntarily.

"Did you imagine a threesome or just some action between the two of us?"

"Just the two of you," I quipped.

"Who would be the guy in your fantasies?" she asked.

"Someone imaginary or ..."

I wondered about it and strangely it was a rather rhetorical question. For me it was always someone I knew that would be manhandling my woman; never an imaginary person. Even if the person was imaginary he would resemble someone I wished was the person. Nishma pulled my face and kissed me languidly. Her tongue sensuously massaged mine; her hand after giving a few strokes to my penis moved to testicles again. And this time she inserted her middle finger into my anus and it was in perhaps up to the first knuckle.

"Tell me Adwait - don't hesitate," she whispered.

"They are usually someone I know," I groaned, containing the pain her finger was causing me.

Immediately, my mind rummaged through the profiles of the people I imagined making out with my women. At first I thought these were simply the things that I borrowed from the stories I read but later realized that the ones that fit the images in my mind always stood out. While the stories always had young, handsome, and charming characters seducing the women, I always clung to the most undeserving men who got their unfair share of women. Quite often in these stories they were perhaps literally undeserving as they neither had the charm nor the guile and definitely not the physique to enamor a woman of Nishma's stature. Yet these were the same characters who would win the hearts of such women in my fantasies. They still didn't have the physiques but were gifted in where it mattered - the copulating equipment. Most were middle aged and yet retained their youthful vigor and fertility - both of which were important as procreation was one of the main reasons they courted other men's, pretty wives in my fantasies.

"Don't know Nishma," I mustered.

"Oh come on," she urged with a childish sense of excitement.

"Is it someone near and dear?"

"A friend - member of family?"

"There are several," I retorted.

"Tell me the one who gets to sleep with me the most."

She once again stroked my penis a few time to perhaps encourage me and her finger made it much deeper; perhaps until her second knuckle. She started doing something that was sending pleasant sensations from inside. It was the first time I felt those sensations.

"A near and dear one?"

"No," I quickly replied.

"Thank god," she quipped.

"Come on honey - it won't take much long," she said hinting towards my impending ejaculation.

I strained more to think about the one person who would usually fuck my Nishma in my dreams. Even before Nishma I had imagined him to be taking the girls I fell in love with or fantasized about. It didn't become evident in flagrant terms until then. The person I always imagined was an obnoxious sloth, constantly leching at women and perhaps utterly unworthy of any female companionship as evidenced by all the ordinary women who despised him and rejected every courtship attempts of his. Yet some young, inexperienced, but pretty women would not summarily reject him. More often than not he would get a rather unfair share of her company even though quite a few young men and lads would be vying for her attention. Now I wouldn't say that they would eventually yield to his advances but the very fact that he could even push them to that edge made me wonder what would have happened if he indeed was successful in seducing them. These were not unmarried women; they would be married to good looking husbands. This was the profile of the person who would bed my Nishma the most in my fantasies. There were others who would get a handful of opportunities but she would always return to him as her steady lover. And steady lover it was in my mind. It was not to be the case of an unfortunate accident that she shuddered to remember but rather an accident that she wished had happened much earlier.

The closest person who came to that description was an overbearing uncle of mine. He was husband of my father's cousin sister. Not sure what it was about me but it seemed he always detested me and had exercised a lot of dominance over me during my childhood days. However, he perhaps took on that role once I grew up a little and started understanding the dynamics. Even my aunt would discount him but some of the younger women married into our families but not directly related to him were enamored by him. In particular, my cousin brother's wife who was elder to me by 8-10 years offered him the most solace. Unfortunately, I wasn't around their home enough to notice their chemistry but every passing festival I noticed her warm up to him.This became more apparent after the first or second year of her marriage; early on she kept her distance.