A Cuckold By Birth - Part 8

Immediately after the dinner, Uncle made out with her in the kitchen as she tidied up the kitchen. They kissed passionately as I watched them secretly from our bedroom opposite kitchen. Not much was visible but it was evident that Nishma was an active participant. Their activities had several interruptions due to Aunt's requests but they continued where they left off. It was actually working much better for them and even though Nishma would reconsider it every time they had an interruption, she would soon indulge him upon his return. Uncle showed special interest in her breasts and she gave him plenty of opportunities to play with them. This went for a long while - perhaps half-an-hour or so and eventually I saw Nishma kneel down and fellate him. Most of it was not visible but I could imagine that Uncle immensely enjoyed her act. Uncle had much better control and although Nishma tried her best, he could control his ejaculation much better.

Eventually Nishma stepped out after bidding Uncle a good bye. She spent some quiet time with Aunt while I fiddled with sexual anxiety inside our bedroom. Uncle had stepped out of the house to run a few errands. Perhaps it was his regular trip to spend some time with his local friends. It was only around eight or so in the evening, yet everything was quiet. I visited Aunt a few times but didn't feel welcome so left leaving both of them alone. As I fretted inside our bedroom, little did I realize about the impending doom.

Nishma did emerge from the bedroom after almost an hour or so. There was no sign of Uncle, so I was by myself eagerly waiting for her to return.

I pounced on her as soon as she stepped in the room. Bolting the door, I shoved her towards the bed and kissed her frantically. Nishma was a little surprised but she kissed me back leisurely.

"You have to slow down Adwait," she said after allowing me to kiss her for couple of minutes or so.

"What is with you men?" She blurted irritated by efforts to squeeze her breasts. It was as if I was besotted by them. Words could not describe my fascination for her breasts and her butt itself. She was like a sex goddess to me and I felt that she always deserved the best.

"Look how bruised they are already," she exclaimed as she removed her Salwar quickly and then untying her brassiere in a snap.

Even in that darkly lit room by lantern, I could see how reddened her skin looked. She had a few dark marks right around her areolas; almost as if Uncle sunk his teeth into her flesh. Instinctively, my lips pursed and enveloped her bruised areolas. As my teeth tried to nibble on them, Nishma urged, "just suckle them."

"Your Uncle has ravaged them already."

Nishma moaned as I swirled my tongue around her nipple and occasionally gently tugged on her tit with my teeth. Her nipples were quite perky for an unmarried woman or even a woman without children. She moaned in pleasure as I pandered to her needs. My hand reached into her Salwar, the knot of which she had untied subconsciously. My fingers traced the opening of her pussy. I had caressed her pussy a few times earlier with my fingers but never attempted to insert my finger into them. Funny thing was that even though Nishma was sexually very excited at times, she never encouraged me to do so. She herself did it a few times, if I recollect it correctly. Nishma's one hand strayed to my penis, which she held in her hands lightly and gently stroked it. Nishma's other hand moved to her pussy and after gently caressing my fingers, she proceeded to finger herself. Within moments, Nishma shuddered. It wasn't as if she was frigging herself aggressively. Later I realized that it was just her imagination that allowed her to orgasm with very little physical manipulation.

"Oh Adwait," she exclaimed, "I can't wait to feel his big dong."

"Did you know," she said excitedly, "that your Uncle indeed enjoys a special status in your family."

"I mean in the families that are very closely related to yours," she clarified.

"What special status?" I asked as my ears perked up.

"You have to promise me," she immediately responded. Her tone quite serious and businessmanly as she looked at me intently.

"What?"

"These things are closely guarded secrets of the family," she said, "usually it is the mother-in-laws who share it but strangely she didn't."

"Instead it was your aunt who spoke to me."

"Did you tell at home that we two are traveling to Uncle's place?"

"Yes."

"And did they know that we may stay over the night?"

"Not quite but they suspected we would due to the distance we had to travel."

"You know," she said after a lot of deliberation, "your mother may have talked to Aunt and requested her to explain it to me."

"What are you trying to say?" I asked.

"Look - this may be very hard for some men," she continued, "and hence it is kept secret from the men."

"Do you think you can take it?"

"You are quite liberal in perhaps encouraging your wife to have such illicit relationships."

"I never encouraged you," I objected.

"But you did," she quickly replied, "by not objecting to it."

"Nevermind it is better left a secret between the women," she exhaled.

"No - tell me," I pleaded. Nishma was onto something that perhaps had suspected but never entertained as a real possibility. Maybe there was something that all the undercurrents that I had noticed in the presence of him. It was evident to me that I wasn't going to like what I was about to hear. Maybe it was better left as a secret but Nishma felt comfortable sharing with me because of the unusual relationship we had embarked on before even getting married.

"Are you sure?"

There was a pause. Nishma only looked at me as her hand gently stroked my penis.

"I have a feeling," she whispered, "that although it may hurt in the beginning, you may actually like it."

"Adwait was your cousin's wife pretty?" she asked after some thought.

"Why?"

"Well you were right," she responded, "your Uncle did court her and was successful."

"Who told you that?"

"That's just rubbish - people just misunderstand her."

Nishma stayed quiet but continued to stroke my penis and after a few precious moments, she whispered, "do you want to hear it or not?"

"Go on," I grudgingly encouraged her and leaned forward to suck on her tits again. Nishma moaned as soon as my tongue flicked against her taut nipple. She was incredibly aroused as her grip on my penis tightened.

"Your Uncle was able to court her," she went on, "it took much longer but within a year he broke her resolve."

"What more," she continued.

"He has possibly slept with most women you saw him interacting with."

"That is quite outlandish."

"Precisely," she said.

"And that's the reason why it has to be true," she added.

"I don't understand."

"Look," she explained, "it is easy to make small lies and pass them as truth - if telling lies were the intention then one would stay away from such exaggerations."

"Your Aunt was only telling the truth and hence she never bothered about how it could be interpreted."

"But why did she tell you this?"

"She never told me - I don't think even my parents know about it."

"Adwait," she responded with a little bit of frustration, "you are not getting it."

"Only the women are trusted with this secret. Men have been left out mostly. Exceptions like you are rare you know."

"Why would all the women entertain an old hog like him?" I retorted.

"Firstly, when he started courting your aunts, he must have been quite young and secondly, he is very gifted you know," she said as she jerked my penis. It took me a moment to realize that she was referring to his size.

"Still why would my cousin's wife entertain him?"

"It is the tradition."

"You know there are some tribes still in India where the newly married bride appeases elderly men before consummating marriage with her husband."

"So you are suggesting that aunt was introducing you to our family tradition and that Uncle is your paramour for this?"

"Isn't that strange?"

"I mean you imagining him to be the main guy allowed illicit relationship with your wife and then this strange tradition."

"Are you serious?"

"What did she exactly say - you are meeting her for the first time after all - no one can directly jump to such conversations."

"When we were alone - soon after meeting her - she asked me if Uncle had misbehaved."

"Nervously I shook my head and decided to ignore his overzealous nature with her."

"But Aunt said if he did misbehave then don't mind it - it is to be expected."

"I felt she was complaining of Uncle's lecherous behavior," continued Nishma.

"But she wasn't - she was actually validating his behavior as normal and expected."

"What did you say?"

"Nothing - I hinted that he was trying his charm on me."

"She wasn't amused but only asked if I was perturbed by his direct approach."

"She also told me that my mother-in-law already approved of him as my potential bedmate."

"What?"

"Did your mother know that we would be visiting Uncle?"

"Yes but she didn't know that we may spend the night. In fact I told them that I would return by night time."

"Didn't you ask her - why would my mother say such a thing?"

"Yes I did."

"She said it was the family tradition and it was the duty of every daughter-in-law to mate with a well endowed stallion on a more or less regular basis."

"The stallion was carefully chosen by the family - essentially the mother-in-law - who is closer to the family and can be trusted with a scandalous family secret."

"More often than not it is a married man who is not particularly good looking to ensure that no other kind of bond develops between the daughter-in-law and this man."

"You can't be serious?"

"That means even my mother was subject to such a tradition?"

"Aunt said that your mother was more of an exception but over these years she has realized that the tradition has deep roots and must continue."

"She didn't have the courage to say this to me directly and hence asked Aunt to do it for her."

"So to be honest I don't know if your mother did live such a life or not but it is clear that she knew about it and was encouraging me to not commit the mistakes she committed by abandoning the family tradition."

"You didn't have a chance then - neither to refuse nor to choose another man if you wished?"

"In the olden times - the choice was made and that was it."

"It was very common, she said, for these stallions to introduce the newly wedded daughter-in-laws to the pleasure of sex."

"But now things have changed and the decision was left to daughter-in-law's."

"Aunt told me that Uncle will be pushing his luck as was expected of him."

"I have the option to either yield or resist him."

"Of course resisting wasn't much of an option especially when we came here with a clear intention of yielding."

"You agree don't you?" she whispered seductively and pulled me into a kiss. My taut pecker of course left nothing to her imagination. Just realizing that my own mother had rolled the dice in favor of my Uncle struck a chord in me. Perhaps my feelings to be cuckolded weren't as perverse as I used to think. It just seemed that my fate was sealed the day I was born. Nishma too was equally worked up and kissed me voraciously while vigorously stroking me. I had to contain her excitement by holding her hand. There was a subtle push from her hands soon after and I found myself gravitating to her pussy. Nishma writhed in the pain and pleasure as I devoured her pussy eagerly; perhaps she desired for Uncle's thick penis but instead had to be content with my tongue. I must have pleasured her for twenty minutes or so when she finally started showing signs of climaxing. We dozed off soon after that. Neither Nishma nor Uncle tried anything fancy that night, although I was fully expecting them to.

We slept blissfully for a little while perhaps a few hours but soon my erect penis and pervert dreams broke my sleep. After fighting my urge for half-hour, I moved to Nishma's bed. I fondled her bare stomach that was exposed due to her short Kurta ridng up. I imagined how her milky waist must have tempted Uncle last evening. How he may be already envisioning her belly swelling with his child. After all, it took almost no time for him to pounce on her and for her to convey her willingness to entertain him. Why wouldn't she? If such a union was blessed by her in-laws and the stallion was overly endowed then surely any woman would entertain such a thought. But then what she described was so outrageously far fetched that I was still not able to grasp it. Even as she explained it that it was a closely kept secret between the women folks of the family made it impossible for me to find out without creating yet another scandal. Why would such young, pretty women mate with such elderly men, who weren't even good looking? Nishma did make a reference to the size of his penis - was I really small compared to him? I gently tugged at my bulge. It looked okay to me. I soon pulled it out and wondered how Nishma gazed the size of his equipment. Perhaps she just felt it with her hands. I positioned my penis on the top of her hand, lining it up from the tip of her fingers touching my scrotum to the base of her hand. I imagined mine would reach the base of her palm quite easily. But I reached only half way with a little difficulty. Nishma was a large woman and it had started dawning on me rather gradually or perhaps I reluctantly accepted it. Most pornographic pictures that I had seen showed women inspecting very large penises in this manner. The tip would easily stretch beyond the base of her palm and onto her wrist. Maybe that's what meant to be well endowed I thought to myself. In inspected the girth of my penis in the dim light and could clearly see wide patches of pale white palm skin of hers visible on either side; perhaps Uncle's penis might have exposed slivers of her palms on either side.

It was evident to me that I would acceded to her illicit matings even after our marriage. Hence, there was no point making a fuss over it. If Uncle was well endowed as she made me believe it then he certainly deserved to mate with her at least a few times in reality and perhaps several times in my fantasies. And if all of this was pre-ordained then it certainly made a lot more sense for Nishma to mate with one of my family members instead of an outsider. I had heard rumours about Uncle having impregnated my cousin's wife, although I didn't share this tidbit with Nishma; perhaps the result would be the same in Nishma's case.

My hands caressed her whole body and eventually rested on her breasts. She was fast asleep. It was the first time I had almost free access to her breasts. She was always sensitive about them and the reason was that it was easy for her to get sexually excited to the point of practically orgasming by simply playing with her breasts. As elaborated earlier, Nishma was a woman with big frame and even on her largish frame, her breasts looked sizeable. As my hands liberally felt her breasts, it was apparent that my hands were small enough to cover only half of her breasts. Her breasts were so soft and ripe that they almost deserved to be feasted on as Uncle had no doubt done it. I gently kneaded her breasts in a state of stupor. I could only imagine how ripe her breasts would be once she becomes pregnant. Nishma showed signs of waking up. She smacked on my hands after regaining consciousness. It was as if she was enjoying the pleasant sensations as well.