A Cuckold By Birth - Part 4

"It is a distant uncle of mine," I reluctantly responded.

She whistled.

"How old is he?"

"Forty five or so."

"And looks wise?"

"Not good," I whispered.

"What do you imagine him doing honey?" she asked seductively.

"Takes me forcefully or you hand me to him?"

"He pursues you," I said.

"Nice. And I eventually yield."

"Do you know? Or it's all behind your back?"

"I know it."

"You set it up?"

"No I try to interfere early on but he is persistent and charms you."

"Interesting.."

"Who is next?"

"Others but he is always in the picture."

"You mean to say he is a permanent fixture?"

"And perhaps the most important."

"Very nice..." she seethed.

"Where do we meet?"

"How frequently?"

"In our house - as much as possible."

"Does he know that you know?"

"Not really but he suspects."

Nishma was surprised by my weird fantasy. She expected some naughty stuff but nothing of this sort. We later on talked about at length.

"And what else?"

"What else?"

"Who else knows?"

"No one but one or two innocuous relatives suspect."

"Sounds a little lame isn't it?" she finally said disdainfully.

"Why?"

"A man is his late forties not even good looking have a life long affair with a young, beautiful, married woman."

"But he pleasures you very much," I reasoned.

"Much more than my husband I believe," she chimed.

"Much much more," I exhaled as her finger finally was massaging the right spot.

"He is a push aside I suppose," she added with a twist.

"Perhaps taking your wife even in your bedroom, even when you are at home?"

"Maybe."

"He certainly is not using any protection," she added tantalizingly.

"Never."

My penis sputtered with white liquid. She looked at it approvingly and gave me a loud smooch.

"Isn't that amazing?" she said proudly. She had hardly touched my penis and I had ejaculated with almost no help from her. She handed me a towel and asked, "So honey what's the deal with this uncle of yours?"

"Do you seriously have such visions?"

I nodded shamefully.

"Come on Adwait - it is fine. Let's talk like adults."

"You should introduce me to him soon and maybe I can encourage him to pursue me."

"Come on Nishma - it was just a fantasy."

"It is - I am not suggesting anything more. We can talk dirty later," she added giggling.

We let the matter at rest. Nishma headed to her room after that and didn't show up until much later in the evening as per the agreement we had. Both of us were tired. Nishma's persistence had finally etched that image of my uncle mating with her. No matter how hard I tried it wouldn't got away. I really didn't think he had any vigor left in him after all the years but that didn't dissuade me anymore.

We had a sumptuous early dinner that evening. Nishma's constant chatter went on and eventually the topic turned back to sex again. Her focus was more on my fantasy and my choice of person to fulfill it. She peeled layers after layer to understand my intense desire for it. Why it wasn't a gang-bang, a string of random guys, accidental setups? Why it had to be a very small set of specific people? Why they would take on the primary role in our sexual realm and why they may even impregnate her several times. She was very smart and a great listener. She didn't perhaps grasp everything but had a clear understanding about the intensity of my yearning.

"So, if I ever to encourage your uncle - it would open your old wounds," she asked tantalizingly. We were still at the restaurant and discussing freely in our native language without any fear of being understood.

"But also give a lot of fodder for your fantasies."

I nervously chuckled.

"Although I haven't met him I shall certainly try to not disappoint you."

"Nishma don't," I objected.

"Adwait, I have to be nice to your relatives and so I would be with him as well."

"If he deserves to be the man in your fantasies then I have to do nothing," she reasoned.

"Nishma I find it rather surprising that you don'think it is odd for me to harbor such thoughts."

"Adwait it is completely normal," she assured me.

"A man who puts his wife on a pedestal and only dreams of providing the best doesn't stop at anything."

"And why should he?"

"He trusts his wife and believes she would never think unwise of him and if she has the capability to endure or perhaps entertain more than one man in her bedroom then why not?"

"He imagines the best man - even if he thinks him of undeserving of her in worldly terms - in terms of his ability to pleasure her and more importantly inseminate her."

"And when one is not sufficient he allows for another one and perhaps another - more potent, more able."

"Adwait women do have this ability," she said emphatically.

She went on to describe some of the things she learned as a biology major. Although not much about mating was taught there were plenty of books in the library that described a lot of things in excruciating detail. Certain things that I hardly knew she knew it like the back of her hand. She understood the mating behavior of lions, wolves, and hens. She explained how in the case of lions, the lioness may sometime court attention of males by licking their genitals. The sheer number of mating sessions - about 40-50 stupefied me. And the willingness of a pregnant lion to mate with a new pride owner to protect her unborn litter also surprised me.

"Our discussion turned to whether she herself would be receptive if men approached her."

Nishma shook her head but confessed that there was nothing amoral as long as we had mutual understanding. Keeping it a closely guarded secret was her primary concern. She worried about my Uncle not able to contain his excitement and blurting about his sexual conquest. She considered the temple opportunity as there was little fear of dealing with societal repercussions and perhaps it was even prompted by my willingness.

Our discussion continued till late in the night but we decided that it would be prudent to not engage in any more sexual activity. Jokingly, she suggested that I better introduce her to this uncle so that she could make him understand what was at stake. Upon asking the reason, she blurted, "you really don't think he has many years ahead, right?"

"The sooner he understands his chances the sooner he gets back in shape."

"You surely wouldn't consider starting a family without giving him a fair chance."

That night a lot of dreams floated through my mind. They were only about the dominant male members of my family trying to take my place in bed with Nishma.

In the morning, I noticed my neck was covered by a few reddish spots; these were the spots that Nishma was sucking on yesterday. Later I learned that they were hickies and were used to sometimes mark their mates. It would remind onlookers about how privileged or lucky the person receiving it was and how sexually charged was his or her night.

We headed back after having our breakfast. Although not a private setting, the train compartment allowed us to continue our conversation. As our discussions progressed, the focus shifted to her lovers. Was blackmailing a real possibility? Did she even consider reigniting her affair in light of recent findings.

Blackmail was out of the question. Affairs were a possibility but she wasn't keen; what sparked her interest were the men in my life. The only two were my father and my uncle - my cousin brother had been away for past several years. Only Uncle remained as a potential mate from her perspective. His description and my troubled relationship made it appealing for her; although she didn't say it that explicitly. She didn't discount someone outside our relationship but the criteria would be have quite different. There was a familiar twinkle in her eyes as if she knew who she was talking about.

Our discussions only stopped after we felt that it was getting too risky in the train. Nishma and I became comfortable about discussing these ideas. We didn't meet as much, the next two weeks, but talked over the phone. It was difficult to find solitude in those days as these were landlines and Nishma herself didn't feel as comfortable discussing such things over the phone.

Chapter 4 - Welcome the beast!

Nishma didn't mention my uncle in the next two weeks. However, it was constantly weighing on my mind. May be a little bit more introduction of him is in order. As I had mentioned earlier, he was husband of my father's cousin sister who was pretty close to our family at some point in time. She married a lower-caste man and hence my parent's were not keen on keeping them in their inner circle. My aunt was pretty at one point and had was quite close to my parents. They visited us few times a year but after my Aunt's sort of debilitating disease, which I never could understand, the frequency waned away. In the past few years, we drifted apart although my mother tried to keep in touch with them.

My uncle was not well educated and didn't fit well in our family order. While he was brusque and insensitive at times, more often than not he spoke his mind. He had a more traditional thinking and thought of the society as well structured unit divided into various compartments. He found it difficult to resist criticizing something that was jarring to his eye. While growing up, he disciplined me more than my parents. My aunt was affectionate but didn't disapprove of his methods. My parents were too busy managing their social status, so I didn't mind it. While he had the right intention his ways were rather coercive and that became a problem once I grew up.

His persistent lechering nature flared up an ugly head in our relationship. Everyone in my family was fair and all the ladies were good looking, if not beautiful. My uncle on the other hand was quite dark and while he didn't look bad there was nothing worth mentioning about his looks. Due to his low educational status and poor background, the men from our families didn't like him much and were reluctant to form a bond with him. He would spend most of his time running errands and making things happen during festive occasions, which brought him in close connection with the women of our family. It took several years for the men to feel threatened but eventually everyone did.

The men didn't mind their middle aged wives occasionally flirting back with him but they strongly objected when he carried his behavior with their daughter-in-law's who were young and in their prime. Most girls of that age don't really entertain such a man but one of my cousin brother's wife didn't mind. It is unclear what happened but my Uncle's relationship with our family went sour soon after that. My cousin's brother's family relocated to distant place so there wasn't much of real fear anymore but my uncle was made an outcast, in a subtle manner.

He still worked in a local bank but had been considering retiring after his two daughters got married and moved to different locations in India.

After that temple episode and our discussions far away from home, it was clear that my deepest fantasies could be realized with Nishma sooner or later. Even my lame description of my uncle didn't deter her from entertaining thoughts of having an affair with him. There was no revulsion of having to make out with a complete stranger in her mind. Although, I tried convincing myself that it wasn't this uncle in my fantasies, I knew that I was only trying to fool myself.

My uncle was about an inch or so taller than me and his pairing with Nishma may not have looked all that comical. He was much dark and over the years his complexion only worsened. Physically he was overweight and showed a nice belly but nothing that seemed out of the ordinary for his age. He still had lot of hair but it was all graying. My hairline had started to recede already.

At home, my parents were puzzled when I mentioned about visiting this uncle on some pretext.

I called up my uncle and had an awkward conversation with him. He congratulated me and joked that he should not hide his bride from me and definitely invite him to the wedding. The engagement ceremony was a private affair so he wasn't invited and neither had he seen her picture. I mentioned to him that I may visit him over the weekend if time permits. He jokingly retorted who wants to meet you, send your fiancé instead. Such was his nature.

I resisted the whole week and finally called Nishma on Thursday to let her know about the plans for the weekend. She was thrilled and probed me further to learn about his situation, his likes, dislikes. She met me that afternoon to understand everything in detail in order to prepare for her meeting with him. My heart was beating wildly as she learned practically everything I knew about him. She even asked me to bring some of his earlier photographs. And to my surprise she wasn't disappointed by what she saw. As we parted for that evening, Nishma brought back the topic of the main reason of our visit. All along she played little heed to it and perhaps behaved as if it was a forgone conclusion.

On our way back, she started the discussion, ensuring that we were in relatively private setting.

"Adwait you are sure about introducing me to him, right?"

"No - we are just swinging by," I clarified.

"Yes but no one introduces their fiancée to a philandering uncle in such a private setting."

"Would you rather not go?" I asked.

"It's not about me - you do understand how your uncle may interpret it, right?"

"Why do you think he may misread it?"

"Come on Adwait," she retorted frustrated with my clueless behavior.

"You introduce him as a domineering, persistent lecher and tell me that he won't get your subtle message?"

"Even if he didn't get it - you still hope that you set our relationship with him in right frame of context, don't you?"

"Can you please speak clearly?"

"Relax," she said, noticing my agitated state.

"Take a few deep breaths," she urged and, "listen to me carefully."

"Don't masturbate the next two days," she said abruptly. We did discuss about this aspect and she knew that I masturbated, which is tacitly understood in most cases anyway. The frequency was every other day and sometimes daily. Usually, it happened in the night before I went to bed.

"Listen to me; don't do it tonight and tomorrow," she urged.

"Let's talk on the way to his place on Saturday," she said and walked to her bus stop.

Nishma was keen on pushing the envelope as well but she wanted it to be our decision instead of hers or mine. It was apparent that she wanted to make up my mind and felt that it would be easier for me to do if I kept myself on the edge. No doubt it worked. My uncle showed up as the ruthless conqueror in my dream who subjugated all the neighboring kingdoms and not only did he do so in my case but also visited my queen's bedchamber and mated with her as part of a reconciliation ritual. I resisted the urge to masturbate even though I thought I was on the edge already. It was a repeat the next night as well albeit this time I replayed it in my mind consciously again and again.

Nishma and I were to leave early the next morning. Uncle's house was about 100km and in those days it meant roughly couple of hours or so. We had our own car - as we said we came from fairly affluent background and could afford one even in the license raj. I reached Nishma's home about 6:00 am or so. The young maid was expecting me and she silently lead me to Nishma's room on the second floor. She lived in a fairly big house that had had more than five bedrooms. Her bedroom was on the opposite corner from their parents; all other rooms very empty and used sparingly.

I froze instantly when I noticed a giant dog (English mastiff) blocking my way into her bedroom. The maid quietly lead him inside Nishma's bedroom and urged me to join her.

"He is a nice boy," she consoled.