Archana’s Fantasy of Sharing

I pulled my beat-up eight-year-old Maruti Swift into a secluded spot by the river, shielded from the village road by a thick grove of mango trees, and as soon as the ignition was off, my boyfriend Parthu and I were leaning across the gearshift, lost in a passionate kiss.

“Ready?” I asked in a nervous whisper.

With a nod, we stepped out into the cool winter air and quickly climbed into the back seat, where I pulled him close, our lips meeting again. Like generations of young couples from our village before us, we were “parking”-the local term for stealing away to an isolated spot for some heavy making out, usually in the back of a car.

Parthu and I were both in our final year of college, set to graduate in a few months. We'd been dating seriously for a couple of years, but our bond went back much further. We grew up next door to each other in our small Andhra village, classmates since nursery school. Over the years, we'd stayed inseparable, to the point that our families treated us like one of their own. When our friendship turned romantic during our second year, our parents were overjoyed, already dreaming of a wedding.

Our sexual chemistry started awkward-we'd been friends too long-but we'd grown past that. Still, we were both virgins. I loved kissing Parthu, and it always got us both worked up. After a few months, he'd started fondling and kissing my breasts, which drove me wild. It took another six months before I let him into my panties. We progressed from fingering to oral, and I adored how responsive he was when I teased his sensitive tip. He'd gotten good at focusing on my clit, making me quiver, and I'd learned to tease and suck him, loving the power as he writhed beneath me. We'd bring each other to climax often, right there in the back of his Swift, but we hadn't crossed that final line.

Tonight was different. It was my twenty-first birthday-legal adulthood in our eyes-and Parthu had been dropping hints for weeks about something special. I was sure it meant I was ready for us to truly make love for the first time.

I guided his hand to one of my firm breasts as we kissed, feeling my nipple harden under his palm, which made me ache with need. When the kiss broke, clothes flew off in a frenzy, and soon I was pushing him back, pressing my warm naked body against his.

As we embraced, savoring the moment, I thought how lucky I was. Few people had a relationship like ours, and Parthu's quiet strength mesmerized me. He was handsome in that boy-next-door way-5'10" with a lean, athletic build from village cricket, warm brown eyes, and a smile that lit up his face. I was the envy of many girls in our circle, but he only had eyes for me.

“Archana, are we ready?” he asked, locking eyes with me.

“Yes,” I breathed, knowing exactly what he meant, craving to make us whole.

“Okay... I love you,” he said nervously.

“Parthu, I don't know what's beyond love, but that's where I am,” I replied, drawing a deep breath from him.

“I'm ready,” I said, parting my legs wider.

We'd been here before, with him sliding along my folds, but this time, he'd enter me. My excitement had me trembling, and his first attempts glanced off my slick entrance. Finally, my fingers guided him, easing the tip in slowly.

“Easy,” I whispered, and with a tilt of my hips and his gentle pressure, he slid into warmth and softness I'd only imagined.

“Uggghhhh...” he gasped, while I wrapped my arms around his neck and squeezed.

“Parthu, easy...” I whined as our bodies connected fully.

When he was buried deep, he paused, gazing down at me to cherish it.

“Are you okay?” he asked, voice ragged.

“Yes... I love you,” I murmured, eyes half-closed, my husky tone nearly undoing him.

He leaned in for a kiss, then moved slowly. I'd heard from bolder girls at college that it wouldn't last long for him, and it didn't-the sensation was too intense. But he stayed inside until the end, pulling out with a cry to spill across my belly.

As his release ebbed, he collapsed onto me, and we hugged, kissed, and even shed tears, whispering our love. I worried about his emotions after his first time, but those fears melted when he admitted he was ready for more.

“Can we do it again?” he asked sheepishly, making him even more endearing.

This time, I straddled him, taking it slow with kisses and talk. I sucked and nibbled his nipples, thrilled to feel him spasm inside me. Parthu's chest was toned from farm work, not bulky, but perfect in my eyes-smooth skin over firm muscle. His strong legs and that mischievous grin topped my fantasies. Of course, he eventually climaxed again, but unfortunately, I didn't, and it took several more encounters over the next several weeks before I finally became comfortable enough to let go.

That was ten years ago, and time has flown. College led to jobs in Hyderabad-me in marketing, him in IT-and a simple wedding a month after graduation, with our families toasting future grandkids. We lasted two years child-free before little Aryan was born, then two more for Priya. So, now we had the ideal urban family, with parents an hour away in the village, always ready to help with the kids while we established our lives in the city high-rise.

Parthu kept his great body and looks, managing to stay within three pounds of his college cricket weight, and despite fatherhood, his chest was still quite firm. I put it down to good genes and a healthy lifestyle which included routine workouts that we sometimes did together. This had kept me in decent shape as well, although nowhere near as good as him.

Sexually, our four to five times a week of intense lovemaking had turned into one to two times due to the demands of our jobs and kids, and although it was still satisfying, his passionate groans of pleasure had slowly become satisfied sighs. Of course, people talk and I did learn that we were in a better place than most married couples with kids.

And then there was the other issue-a very bizarre one. For maybe a year or so, I had become interested in how women looked at Parthu and interacted with him. At first, it was just a mild curiosity about what a woman might be saying to him at a function or party, but it continued to develop until I sometimes found myself fantasizing about the woman on top of him instead of me when we were making love. What was both strange and troubling to me was that it all seemed to have come out of the blue, as I had never in the past had any thoughts along these lines.

I realized I needed help and after an exhaustive search for the right person, that I kept hidden from my husband, I ended up with a counselor named Dr. Priya Rao who was a mid-40s woman that specialized in sexual issues. I had weighed going to a male versus a female counselor, but in the end, I just felt it would be more awkward explaining my situation to another woman. Plus, a man would provide the benefit of seeing things in a different way. It took several sessions before I felt comfortable even hinting at my issue and a few more before it started to come out. Fortunately, no doubt helped by the ₹12,000/hr. fee, she stayed patient and nonjudgmental.

“Archana, how are you today? Would you like some water?” Dr. Rao asked as I took a seat at the end of her couch while declining her offer, and when I was settled, she jumped immediately into the session, “When we left last time, you were going to broach the subject with Parthu and gauge his reaction.”

“Yes, that's true,” I replied, instantly fidgeting.

“And?” she queried.

“And, I chickened out,” I answered, looking at the floor.

“I see. Well, we talked about that too. And, we talked about the length of your relationship and the trust that's there. What made you change your mind?” she continued.

“I guess.... well.... I guess I can't bear the thought of him not respecting me,” I explained, as she stared directly at me.

“Let's go back a bit then. You know we've discussed at length your thoughts and fantasies. And, we've discussed that you're certainly not unique with them. Many, many women have the same thoughts. There is quite a bit of literature on the subject and I see women very similar to you,” she said, describing aspects of what we had gone through since the beginning of the sessions.

“I know but....” I began, then stopped and an awkward silence filled the room.

“From what you've told me about Parthu, I doubt he will react badly, and you know that it's the only way for you to feel relieved from the burden you've put on yourself,” she said, finally breaking the silence.

“I know,” I replied, with no real conviction.

Dr. Rao let several moments go by before she spoke. “Well let's park that for later. Tell me what else has been going on. Anymore thoughts?” she asked.

“Yes, actually,” I said.

It had taken a long time, but answering the question no longer terrified me.

“Tell me about them,” she replied.

“A woman that Parthu works with. Younger, maybe twenty-five,” I answered.

“And is it the same thoughts?” she asked.

“Similar I guess, but the woman is curvaceous,” I told her.

“And is he enjoying the sex with her like he does with the other women?” she followed.

“Yes,” I replied quickly.

She continued to explore the new fantasy before returning to the need for me to have a conversation with my husband and basically spill my guts, and after acknowledging once again that it was the best path forward, I left.

Several weeks later, I was back in the same spot on the couch with Dr. Rao across from me with her notebook in her lap, and the look she gave me told me she knew the answer before it was asked.

“So, Archana. Did you discuss things with Parthu?” she asked, after a few opening pleasantries.

“No Dr. Rao and I don't think I can. Every time I try to start, my head starts spinning,” I explained.

“I see. Well, what do you think is the next step then?” she asked.

From our previous sessions, I knew her style and had anticipated this question.

“I was thinking it might be best if you tell him,” I blurted out.

For the next forty-five minutes, we discussed her doing so with the Doctor not saying no, but strongly suggesting otherwise. When the session was over, I left with an agreement that I would try once more and if unsuccessful we would discuss it again. Since I had made a sincere pledge, I did in fact try, but I just couldn't make it happen. At the next session with Dr. Rao, I described my attempts, and surprisingly, with little reluctance she agreed to meet with my husband. We decided we would try for late on a Friday, two weeks out, and I would take the kids to their grandparents that day so Parthu and I would have the weekend alone. Of course, my anxiety built as the date approached, and it wasn't until the Thursday before that I brought up the subject and asked if he could meet with Dr. Rao the next afternoon.

“Archana, what's going on? Are you alright?” he asked, looking very concerned.

“I'm okay. I've been seeing Dr. Rao for a while and we just think it's time for her to talk to you,” I said, following my practiced script.

“Archana, tell me what's going on,” he implored.

“Please just meet with her and we can talk about it after,” I begged.

Friday at midday, I gathered Aryan and Priya from their nanny and headed out of the city. On the return drive, after visiting with both sets of grandparents, I started watching the clock, and halfway home I knew that Parthu was now seated in front of the doctor, learning of my issues that now felt like deep perversions.

I returned with about twenty minutes to spare, if they had taken the full hour, and immediately started preparing the dinner I wanted to have ready to try and get in my husband's good graces. In fact, it was almost an hour later when I heard the door opening and the sound of Parthu's chappals on the tile floors. He walked into the kitchen where I was cooking, and took the glass of wine I offered after a quick kiss acting totally normal.

“Did you meet with...” I started to ask.

“Later Archana. After dinner, please,” he cut me off, and then left to change with the wine glass in his hand.

We had a nice dinner and, although we chatted on the standard subjects, the avoidance of the issue was like a monstrous elephant in the room. I made sure that his wine glass never reached the bottom, so by the time we were done, I could tell he was relaxed.

“Okay, let's talk,” he said, leading me to the living room after I had cleared the table.

“Okay,” I answered meekly.

“Archana, remember when we were in fifth standard and you broke my cycle chain and tried to hide it? Remember, I told you then I didn't care about the cycle, but I didn't like the hiding? You crossed your heart and promised never to do it again,” he reminded me when we were seated.

Of course, I did remember, and the fact that he was going to a childhood promise given our history instantly made me feel like pond scum.

“I remember,” I replied, in a whisper.

“You broke your promise,” he stated.

“I...I...” I tried to reply, but quit and just looked at my feet.

“Do you know how it feels, how embarrassing it is to hear about your wife's fantasies from a stranger?” he fired the next shot, finding even a lower point to take me.

“Parthu, I'm sorry,” I answered, with the only words I could think of to say.

“Archana, I'm going to ask you something and be honest. This is so unlike you. Are you having an affair?” he asked.

“No! Honey...Parthu No! Absolutely not,” I instantly replied.

“Dr. Rao didn't think you were, but I told her I was going to ask,” he followed.

“What did she tell you,” I asked, realizing I was at a disadvantage on information.

“Some very good things and some surprising things,” he replied, pausing for effect before continuing, “She said you loved me very much. Much more than she had seen in any other relationship. She said you came to her because you were distressed about thoughts and feelings you were having. Then, she explained what those feelings were and why you were having them.”

“Did it make sense?” I asked, hoping his understanding would lead to acceptance.

“I understood what she was saying, although I didn't like the message. I didn't like the idea that women find monogamous men less interesting because no sperm competition is involved. But, she said it's in your DNA, and that as a male he would struggle to understand, and that most women like yourself don't understand either. Plus, she said it's very common,” Parthu explained, and the almost clinical way he was talking made me hope that I might get off lightly.

“Good, well I'm not sure I would have ever been able to explain it the way...” I started, but was quickly interrupted.

“Archana, don't even try,” he stated, giving me a determined glare.

“Okay, I'm sorry,” I said again, then once more returned to my shell.

“Get me some more wine,” he demanded, and I immediately jumped to my feet and went for the bottle.

“How did it end? You were there a long time,” I asked.

“We discussed what to do with you,” he said, then took a sip.

“And?” I asked, impatiently.

“It took her a long time and she tried to be professional, but finally it got woman to woman,” he explained.

“And?” I asked again, now sitting at the edge of the couch.

“Basically, she said if I give you a little of what you are looking for, I can get anything I want,” he answered, and a smile started to cross his face that he tried to fight back.

“That's not professional. That's conspiratorial,” I said, with mild surprise.

“Are you kidding? It serves you right. You should have come to me, your husband, your childhood boyfriend from the start. I think I have been very fair!” he answered, with his voice rising.

“I'm sorry,” I said, cowed once more.

“Who are the women? That's one thing she wouldn't tell me,” my husband asked.

I started to try and be coy, but after stumbling a bit became forthright, “Karuna, Ramya and Nayana, your coworker.”

Karuna was our live-in maid who we often had around the house, Ramya was the wife of one of his good friends who we often did things with socially, she was younger, around twenty-four, and of curvaceous build and Nayana was the sharp office colleague that I had described most recently to Dr. Rao. There were others, but they were minor players, and Parthu accepted the information with no visible response.

For the rest of the evening we sipped wine and chatted with the conversation thankfully moving on to other topics. It appeared that his disappointment in me had faded, but later in bed when I reached for him, I was told sternly that I was still in the doghouse.

The next day, we had breakfast together then Parthu left to run errands and do some shopping. He was gone most of the day, and the monsoon shadows were getting long when I heard him come in. Jumping up in case he was carrying things, I met him in the foyer and the first thing I noticed was his kurta was untucked so that the line of his abs and part of his waistband were visible.

“Honey, why is your top like that?” I asked.

“Oh,” he exclaimed, dropping his bags and quickly tucking it in.

“Parthu?” I started, but he picked up the bags and went by me without speaking.

I followed him around like a puppy while he put away his purchases, and every question I asked was deftly ignored. Finally, when he was done, I cornered him in the kitchen.

“Where all did you go?” I asked.

“To the mall to shop, then to the kirana for some things and after that I went by to have Ramya look at my bike. It was making a noise,” he answered.

Now I knew his game. He was toying with me to get a reaction. I knew he didn't see Ramya and that he likely untucked his kurta right before he walked in, but the idea that he might have; the tiny probability that he had been naughty with Ramya made my pussy instantly wet and threw my desire into high gear.

I took his hand and guided him to the bedroom, and this time there was no resistance as he let me hold, kiss and fondle his body while I worked to get him naked. My clothes quickly followed, then I was all over him, licking his body from his neck to his knees before returning first to his nipples and then to his cock, which I was happy to find was well lubricated with pre-cum. I reached for a condom inside the nightstand and fought with shaking hands to put it on while Parthu played with my nipples. Rolling on top of him, I was able to easily find my way inside and we groaned in unison with the penetration.

I tried my best to hold back, but I was probably only ten strokes into our coupling when I said, “Tell me about seeing Ramya.”

“Mmmmm...she's so hot...” he answered, softly.

His words made my body shake and sent a surge of chemicals into my brain making me even more excited. I started moving faster and a haze seemed to encircle my sight.

“Did she see your cock?” I asked, wondering if he would really play.

“Oh, yes...” he replied.

“God Parthu, what else!” I practically screamed at him, as my body moved into overdrive.

“Can't you feel it?” he asked, as his fingernails traced my spine.

It took me a couple seconds to understand his meaning, but when it hit me I almost lost all control, “Parthu, did she...did y'all do it? Is her wetness on you?”

“Mmmm...hmmm...” he responded.

I pulled off him to remove the condom to add my juices to his cock, but he pulled me back and said, “Give Ramya a chance.”

I lasted just a dozen more strokes then, with a loud yell, I started to erupt and I lost all orientation, as the thought of Ramya's essence moving through Parthu's body on its way to claim him was tremendously exciting. Completely spent, I collapsed to his side but amazingly, he wasn't through. He peeled the condom from his deflating cock, then I felt his warm mouth take it in and his tongue begin dancing. Before kids, it was common for him to “clean me up” after sex, although I hadn't received this treatment in quite some time.

“I love you,” I was finally able to gasp, as my hand moved to the back of his head.

He never slowed and it wasn't long before I was wet again. Parthu rose and I climbed onto his cock, and placed my hands on either side of his shoulders. I began a slow rocking motion, but after a minute I spoke.

“Are you happy?” I asked, with a smirk.

“Hell yes, Archana,” he replied, with all the energy he could muster.

“Good. But understand. That's a treat. I'm not going to lose my wife, so you only get it on special occasions,” he announced.

“We don't have to play all the time. Maybe half,” I replied, thinking I was tuned into his message.

“Not half. Rare. If you're lucky and a good girl maybe once a month,” he said.

“Okay, I understand. I really do love you. Should we get a condom?” I responded.

“We don't need a condom. No way you cum again after that,” he said, then followed with, “And I love you too.”

I had the perfect view of my handsome husband beneath me while I played with his nipples until he climaxed in what looked like a very satisfying orgasm. He fell back and stayed there as his heaving chest took in the air he needed to recover.

“Let's get up. You're taking me to dinner,” he demanded, after he had calmed.

True to his word, Parthu occasionally would give me the treat of playing into my fantasy using Karuna, Ramya and Nayana as characters. Although, I would have liked more, I appreciated him being a good sport, and the fact that I never knew when it might occur made things exciting. The play had the consequence of igniting our normal love making which almost doubled, and was now more engaging and intense. During these sessions, I always made sure to let him know how much I loved him, which was easy to do.

Several months into our new experiences, we met together with Dr. Rao as something of an update session. We were quite open describing our play, which the Doctor thought was healthy then she asked my husband a question I had never considered, but which instantly piqued my interest.

“Parthu, did you find the idea of sex with another woman exciting?” she asked.

My husband, who had been quite talkative while discussing my fantasy and how he was handling things, blushed deeply and replied, “I really haven't considered it.”

Both the Doctor and I could tell he was lying.

“I see. Well it really wouldn't be surprising for you to get some excitement from your involvement,” she clarified.

“Okay, thank you,” Parthu answered, cutting her off.

It was clear he wanted no part of the conversation, and the Doctor glanced at me quickly with a raised eyebrow. We left soon thereafter, but the question and Parthu's reaction stayed with me. All along I had viewed myself as the provocateur of our sexual games with my husband being something of a victim who graciously supported me. The idea that he might be feeling some interest in it too, if true, would definitely shine a new light on things.

After the meeting with Dr. Rao, the next major moment in our play occurred at Parthu's company Diwali party a month later. It was to be held at a nice downtown hotel in Hyderabad, and not wanting to drink and drive, my mom came up and got the kids so we could get a room for the night. Parthu had purchased a lovely sherwani with a deep neckline that was quite beyond the norm for him, but it had received my enthusiastic support.

Coming down from our room, we ran into one of Parthu's friends and her wife, and ended up hanging out in the bar until the event was well underway, appearing just as dinner was being served. Later, when the band started up, I spent thirty minutes dancing with my husband, earning massive goodwill points, until I left him with another colleague while I hit the restroom.

When I got back, his buddy was gone and in his place, was none other than Nayana. I had wondered if we were going to see her and if somehow, someway we could interact in a way that would fuel my fantasy. So, finding them alone and talking created an almost perfect situation, and I made a detour to the bar so I could give them more time, watch some and see if I could collect fodder for later.

Since I had only met her once, I spent some time looking her over. She looked to be around 5'4" tall and in her late twenties, putting her about five years younger than us. Her skin was a warm golden brown that made her look vibrant, her hair was tied in a loose braid, and it was obvious from the look of her toned body that she worked out often.

As I watched, I could tell she was taking the opportunity to ogle my husband's chest up close. She kept her head tilted down as if to hear what he was saying over the music, but it looked to me to be a ploy to get a better view.

I was surprised that no one else joined their discussion, and equally surprised when he went to dance with her after a hurried look that I knew was an attempt to spot me.

They were out for a series of songs, fast and slow, and I watched closely to make sure she acted the lady. I was standing where I left him when they finally returned with a light sheen of perspiration to show for their exertions. Parthu had a little smile when he spotted me, no doubt knowing what I was thinking, and when they arrived a quick reintroduction was made. I expected her to quickly wander off, so I was surprised when she engaged in the conversation showing no interest in leaving. She turned out to be a very pleasant person, spoke well and exuded confidence. She remained with us as another couple joined the group, and it was then that I decided to push some more.

“Parthu, I'm going upstairs for a few minutes. Nayana, will you watch after him?” I asked.

It was a very legitimate request, and unless you knew about my fantasy and our games, no one would pay it any mind. Parthu gave me an odd look, but said nothing while Nayana instantly agreed. I did go to the room, to hit the bathroom, then came back to watch, although it wasn't clear to me exactly what I expected to see. Interestingly, when I spotted them they were alone again now with their heads much closer as they talked and I could see my husband's head nodding as if he was answering questions. I left them like that for a few more minutes while I got us some drinks then rejoined.

“Miss me?” I asked when I arrived, then kissed Parthu on the cheek.

“Of course, are you ready to dance some more?” he quickly responded.

I knew the correct answer was yes, so I led him out after telling Nayana we would be back shortly. As soon as we got to the dance floor, a slow song started, and I pulled him close while nuzzling his neck. The smell of his perspiration mixed with the attar was arousing, and I felt my pussy swell.

“You going to let her have you?” I whispered, hoping he would play along.

“I'm supposed to meet her in her room later,” he responded, letting me know it would be a fun night.

“What were you talking about with her?” I asked.

“She was telling me how good my chest looked and she wanted to know if I shaved,” he answered without hesitation.

His words made me push away and look into his eyes, but his expression provided no clue as to whether he was telling the truth.

“You let her do that?” I asked, pulling him back to me.

“Isn't it what you want? Isn't it why you stayed away so long?” he asked, with an impish smile.

Suddenly, my mouth was too dry to speak, so I pulled my husband closer and swayed to the music until the song was over. Fortunately, by then, my arousal had settled to a respectable level, and we walked hand in hand back to our spot finding Nayana still there.

“Hey, we're going to head to the hotel bar for a night cap. Care to join us?” I asked, and instantly felt Parthu squeeze my hand, although I wasn't sure if it was meant as a positive or negative sign.

“Sure, I'd love to,” she responded, and fell in beside us.

As soon as we arrived, I went to the bar to order while Parthu and Nayana took a table near the back. When I brought their drinks, I saw that my husband was seated to her right and turned in such a way that his kurta opened and put his entire right pec on display. She was staring at it intently, and didn't realize I had arrived until I was putting the drinks on the small table. For some reason, I made no effort to warn Parthu of his partial nudity, and returned to the bar to pick up my drink. Unfortunately, when I got back, Parthu had changed his position which eliminated his exposure.

Having heard my husband's brief description of their conversation, I chatted with Nayana in an attempt to feel her out and to see, if in fact, she had engaged in a racy discussion with him. Several things quickly became apparent. First, she wanted Parthu in a bad way. It wasn't something she said, but rather the way she looked at him and her overall body language. Second, Parthu was very uncomfortable and was fidgeting nervously. Of course, I had no way to know if it was due to his admission, her saying more or the mere closeness of one of our key role playing characters. That was something I would have to determine later.

I had hoped we could establish a nice flirty conversation, but it turned out to be quite awkward. So, after we finished the drink, I knew enough had occurred for one night, and it was time to take my husband to bed. With a quick goodbye, we headed to the elevators, and unfortunately others were in the car so we had to behave until we got to our room. Exiting on the 11th floor, we were almost to our door when Parthu spoke.

“That's her room,” he said, nodding towards 1125.

“Convenient,” I said without slowing, as I now wanted him urgently.

As soon as the door to our room closed, we started pulling each other's clothes off with Parthu acting just as eager and horny as me. He pushed me back and straddled my waist leaning down to kiss me, which he did with passion. Reaching behind him, he grabbed my wet pussy and brought it to his cock then pushed onto it.

“God Archana you're so wet,” he announced.

“I need it Nayana,” I replied, indicating that the game was on.

“Archana baby, I've been wanting to play with this cock all night,” he told me, while rolling his own nipples between his fingers.

“I know Nayana. I wanted you to. Suck on it,” he said, and lifted his hips to my ready mouth.

I did suck on it then nibbled on his tender flesh making him squeal. Then, with a quick move, he flipped me onto my back so he could take me hard. Just as he was about to start, I remembered I didn't have a condom and started to get up.

“No Nayana, don't stop. I want you to cum in me,” he said, pulling me back.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

Playing around was one thing, but another child wasn't something I was sure I wanted.

“Yes, Nayana. Do it,” he demanded.

This was the most engaged in the game I had ever seen from my husband, but I certainly wasn't going to complain. The real-time interaction at the party had provided a new element that clearly had excited Parthu and now I would get to take advantage.

“Baby, I love your cock,” I grunted, into his ear.

“Ohhh...uhhh...” he instantly groaned, which was accompanied by a shiver that swept through his body.

I suddenly realized that this wasn't play acting just for my benefit, and that Parthu was hot with the thought of Nayana fucking him! My mind shot back to the question Dr. Rao had posed and I realized the answer was being played out in front of me.

“I'm going to fill you up, baby. Make that chest swell up,” I continued, now wanting to push and probe his limits.

“Oh yes, do it,” he whined back.

Then, I felt his body begin to tremble in the way I knew from experience meant he was on a short path to orgasm. Sure enough, it was less than a minute later, while I focused on giving him deep, steady strokes that it hit.

“OHH...OHH...I...I...UGGHHH...UGGHHH...Don't Stop! Nayana, don't stop!” he cried out, while his body thrashed in a way that almost threw me off.

It was a powerful release that lingered, but the most interesting aspect was that it was the first time he had climaxed from the game playing! Nayana was clearly in his head, I had no doubt about that, and the thought excited me immensely. Seconds later, as he continued to writhe with his post release feelings, I clenched around him, my own orgasm crashing as I imagined Nayana's essence mixing with mine inside him.

He emptied his balls into my unprotected womb.

There is something special a woman feels when she receives the seed from a handsome, fertile man. A sense of power seems to be added to the coupling creating a more forceful contraction. I came so hard my body ached when I was finished, and all the energy in my body was gone, used in the process of an attempted impregnation. I collapsed next to my husband and both of us struggled to breathe which made it impossible to talk for several minutes.

“Wow. That was amazing,” I finally was able to force out.

Parthu shot me a quick look and I could tell he felt self-conscious. Rather than speak, he snuggled close and buried his head in my chest.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Yes, I'm fine,” he answered, a little too rigidly.

“Are we having another child?” I asked, with some worry.

“No honey, my period starts in a day or two. It's fine,” I explained, and while my answer provided me some relief, there was a touch of disappointment too.

“You got a little wild,” I said after some silence, then realizing the potential impact, I added, “I liked it.”

Parthu didn't reply, at least not in words. A minute passed then I felt his hand moving to my groin where he pulled on my clit a few times then began tickling me with his fingernails beneath my folds. It wasn't unheard of for my husband to do something like this, but it was rare, and it had never occurred after he had experienced a big orgasm. In fact, the few times it had taken place were when I had cum too soon and left him hanging. Despite my own powerful climax, he quickly had me wet again and he climbed on top again while pushing his cock into me. He sat up straight, as he ground his hips, which presented his lovely chest for me to fondle, and as we looked into each other's eyes, I could tell something was on his mind. I felt I knew what it was, but broaching the subject would take delicacy.

“What are you thinking?” I asked, hoping he would be open.

“How much I love you,” he replied, and while it was a sweet answer, it told me he wasn't ready to share.

“You had a nice orgasm,” I said, still probing.

“Nayana is a good lover,” he responded with a little smirk, and his words both surprised and delighted me.

“I bet she's waiting in 1125. Probably still up playing with herself and thinking about you. It's just a few steps away. Why don't you go to her,” I replied, having no idea why it came out of my mouth, but once I started it just kept flowing.

Parthu stopped moving and looked at me with a strange expression. It was a look of surprise, maybe some shock, but also something else that I realized was lust.

“Stop it,” he said after an awkward pause, and playfully hit my arm.

I knew he was trying to lighten the mood, but we both knew that for a tiny moment he had considered my words.

I dropped it and made love to him in an expressive and intimate way. That night he had given me a peek at his own desires, but I remembered that one of his biggest fears about my fantasies was that they would take over our relationship. Even though I wanted to probe further, I decided that the rest of the night would be about wife and husband with no games. It turned out to be the right decision.

“Parthu! Come here. What did you do?” I called out to my husband on New Year's Eve.

We were getting ready to go out to a small party, and when he came out of the bathroom naked, headed for the dresser, I could see that all the hair was missing from his groin. With a smile, he moved until he was standing in front of me, and with a quick inspection I could see that his well-groomed bush was gone and his skin was glistening from the lotion he had used after shaving. It looked absolutely amazing.

“What brought this on?” I asked, while sporting a huge grin and a rapidly growing wetness.

“Oh, just thought I'd try something different. Besides, Nayana wanted me too,” he replied, then turned back quickly to the dresser.

“That's right she did. But you'll be with Karuna tonight,” I said, while I moved behind him and rubbed my hand across his smooth shaft letting my finger tease his tip.

“I think she'll like it too,” he replied, leaning back against me and moaning from my touch.

Since the night at the Diwali party, Parthu had been much more open to playing, and for the past few weeks had indulged me several times. Plus, on one other occasion, when the talk was about Nayana, he reached his climax first. It was in fact talk about the night of the party at the hotel where I probed for at least the tenth time about what they had chatted about. Parthu, as he had on my previous attempts, was frustratingly vague, although he maintained with a smile that his sharp coworker did ask him about his cock and gave him her room number, which of course kept me guessing. I never questioned him about his climax as I didn't want to make him self-conscious, but I truly felt he had been fantasizing about Nayana.

It took me a while, but with persistence, I was able to convince Parthu to take off his underwear and go commando under his knee-length lungi. With it, he wore a thin kurta top that showed his chest off nicely, and it was all I could do to keep my hands off of him during the short drive.

We were one of four couples at the New Year's Eve party being hosted by Ramya and Raj, who were a couple we had met through friends, rounding out with Nayana and Ravi, and new-Sita and Mohan.

Parthu was easily the best looking of the husbands with only Raj being in his league. In fact, in many ways, Raj was a taller equivalent of my husband although he lacked Parthu's style and easy going charm. The house was full of booze, and for the next several hours we drank and mingled. Of course, I paid particular attention any time Parthu and Ramya were in close proximity, and twice my husband caught me staring, giving me a roll of his eyes in response.

“Come with me,” I whispered to him, after he had finished a long conversation with Ramya.

“Where are we going?” he asked, letting me guide him with my hand.

I directed him to a bathroom that was down a long hall, and closed the door behind us as we entered. Quickly, I turned him so that his butt was against the vanity and kissed him hard.

“You drive me crazy,” I declared, when we broke.

“What do you want?” he giggled, with an alcohol assisted grin.

“You,” I answered, and kissed him again while my right hand went to his chest.

This kiss lasted even longer, and when it ended I immediately dropped to my knees and lifted his lungi while pulling his right leg over my shoulder. My tongue found his hard cock, and began a rapid tongue lashing that soon had him softly moaning.

“God Parthu, I've wanted to do this forever,” I said, hoping he would realize I was pretending to be Ramya.

“Oh, Ramya...It feels so good. Please don't stop,” he instantly replied, letting me know he was with me.

I continued to lap at his newly shaved cock, enjoying the feeling, while occasionally using the tip of my tongue to tease his tip. I wanted to get him off and was happy to forego my own needs for the time being, but his hands began pulling on my shoulders and then he spoke.

“Ramya, I need to be inside you. Please baby.”

It was like an explosion went off in my brain, and I stood, spun around and dropped my salwar. With his cock in his hand, he found my opening and pushed inside while I moaned my acceptance. With me partly bent over the vanity, he started pounding me hard, forcing little squeals from my mouth, while we stared at each other in the mirror.

“Damn Parthu, I knew you would feel good,” I grunted, still pretending to be Ramya.

“You feel good too...ohhh...ohhh...don't stop,” he whined.

His excitement and words proved to be too much, and I felt my walls tighten and the sensation in my core begin to take hold.

“Baby, I'm going to cum on you,” I announced.

“No Archana, not tonight,” he responded, suddenly breaking the play to let me know it wasn't a good time.

Five strokes later, with my breath coming in short gasps, I pulled off and covered my pussy with my hand to receive the rapid blasts that soon had it covered in sticky semen. I was so completely spent that I struggled to keep from falling, and had to hold onto the towel rack for balance. Parthu had stayed in place and was watching me in the mirror with his smooth, dripping cock still on display.

“Shit,” I gasped, and reached for a tissue.

“We better get back,” Parthu said with a giggle, and reached for the tissue too.

“No,” I said, grabbing his hand.

“Archana, I'm a mess. I can't go out like this,” he stated.

“Please?” I whined, and gave him my best puppy dog look while pulling his lungi down.

“Archana! I'm too wet,” he tried again.

“Please?” I asked again, and pulled him close for a kiss.

When we opened the door, Ramya was just approaching from down the hall and gave us a knowing smile.

“It's not midnight yet,” she laughed, as we passed.

“It must be somewhere,” I responded, but kept moving.

We returned to the group and it was amazing to be among our friends knowing that Parthu was freshly fucked and dripping wet beneath his conservative lungi. I could tell that he was nervous by the look in his eyes and the stiff way he held his body which made it even better, and once, when he thought I wasn't watching, he tried to sneak to the bathroom, but I intercepted him and told him he couldn't go until after midnight.

When the time came, I gave quick kisses to Ramya and Sita, but held Raj in a long embrace hoping his wife would reciprocate with Parthu. I wasn't disappointed as Ramya kissed him deeply and it lingered to the point that the others started laughing. Of course, they had no way of knowing that she was being manipulated for our purposes.

“This lungi's going to be ruined,” Parthu said, as we walked to the car forty minutes later. He had his arm through mine, and it was clear he was quite tipsy.

“Then take it off,” I suggested, surmising he was referring to the effect his wet cock would have on the material.

“Don't be an ass,” he replied.

“I'm serious. Drive home without it,” I whispered, when we had reached the car.

“God, you're turning me into a tramp,” he replied, letting me take him in my arms.

“Mmmm...but you're a beautiful tramp,” I countered.

He looked into my eyes and his expression slowly turned into a smile. With one hand, he undid the knot and lowered the fabric then with an amazingly coordinated move, he opened the door, dropped the lungi and planted his naked ass on the leather seat. I quickly moved to the driver's side, and as soon as I climbed in and the light went off, he leaned over the console and pulled my mouth to his.

“Hurry,” he said in a husky voice, while his lips went to my neck.

Once the car was safely in the garage, we practically ran to the bedroom and in seconds we were naked and pulling each other close with the cool sheets energizing us.

“God, Parthu I get to have you twice in one day,” I started, pretending to be Ramya again.

“No, Archana. I want my wife now,” he replied.

It was a fair statement given all that had occurred, and I concentrated on making tender love to my lovely husband to celebrate the start of another year. With a series of deep moans, and his arms and legs tightly wrapped around me, I felt his body shiver signaling his climax. It wasn't a particularly dramatic release, but his sighs told me he was satisfied, and with my mind visualizing Ramya between his legs I quickly reached my own peak and at the last second pulled off and let his seed fire over my body. After that, I fell onto him and kissed him deeply letting the semen spread between our bodies.

“Your kiss with Ramya turned me on,” I told him, when I finally slipped to his side.

“I could tell,” he answered, with a soft giggle.

“Did anything else happen?” I asked, wondering if I had missed something.

“Not with Ramya,” he replied, after a short pause.

“What do you mean?” I asked, and after several seconds with no reply I leaned over him on my elbow and said, “Tell me what happened.”

“Mohan asked for my number,” he replied.

Mohan was the husband of Sita, the couple we had not met prior to the party. He was a heavyset guy, but more thick than fat, and probably around six feet tall with red-tinged hair and a ruddy complexion. He wasn't the best-looking guy in the world, although he did have a good natured, boisterous way about him that attracted people. However, I wouldn't have taken him for a “player” and was surprised he came on to Parthu.

“There's more to the story than that,” I responded.

It took a bit more goading but Parthu finally explained that after the New Year's kiss they had run into each other in the hall to the bathroom and he asked for another kiss. Amazingly, my husband had agreed and it turned into a long one with him taking Parthu's ass in his hand. Afterwards was when he asked for his number which he admitted he had given, although he was quick to blame the drinking.

“He was drunk too. He'll forget about it,” he attempted to rationalize.

“No, he won't,” I answered.

His admission had made my pussy wet again, and my hands were now exploring my husband's body from his chest to his thighs.

“You're making me horny,” Parthu admitted, after several more minutes of my play.

“Do you want him?” I asked.

My question would have been unheard of a few months ago, but the game playing had become so intense he accepted it without anger.

“Do you want me to?” he replied, seconds later.

“Yes,” I blurted out, loudly.

“Archana! That's four women now,” he exclaimed.

“I know. Which one are you going to have first?” I asked, feeling that since he was in a good, talkative mood, I would press.

“Mmmm...how do you know I haven't already had one?” he answered, while reaching behind him and finding my wet folds.

“Shit, Parthu. Who was it? It was Nayana, right?” I fired back.

I knew he was toying with me, but the excitement of the play had always been based on the slim chance it was true. I tried to push him onto his back so I could mount him, but instead he rolled me onto my back and his lips went to my pussy. He started by licking around the folds then dropped his warm mouth onto it.

“You like that?” he asked, pulling away for a moment in response to my groans.

“Was it Nayana?” I asked again, having not lost my train of thought.

For the next several minutes, he made love to my pussy swirling his tongue around the clit as his head moved up and down with his lips forming a tight seal. He had me squirming which seemed to excite and encourage his efforts.

“Do you want it to be Nayana?” he asked, stopping to ask the question then starting again.

“Yes, I could see how much she wanted you. How many times have you done it?” I replied.

His fingernails had begun tickling my inner thighs and I was close to losing all control.

“More than once,” he said, breaking for a moment again.

The combination of his sucking and the visualization of Nayana between his open legs rapidly pounding his hard, fertile cock proved too much and with a pitiful cry I released what was left in my body and fell back completely spent. My last conscious memory was Parthu kissing me lightly on the cheek.

The six texts Parthu received the next day made it clear that Mohan had not forgotten his number. However, now sober, he felt embarrassed and ashamed that this married man, whose wife was a friend of our friends, had his number and was trying to communicate.

“Shit. I knew all this would turn out badly,” he sighed, seemingly trying to lump our play in with it.

“Parthu, it's not the same...” I tried to say in defense, but was interrupted.

“It is the same because I'm doing things that aren't me,” he replied.

“Look, just ignore him,” I suggested.

“I am and I'm going to block him too,” he said, reaching for his phone.

That little episode set things back significantly as Parthu refused to participate in my fantasies. It made me realize how fragile his psyche was around the aspect of our play and particularly, the importance of ensuring nothing would occur that could impact his reputation. Unfortunately, just a few weeks later, Parthu's company started a restructuring that put him on edge and essentially took away his libido. Of course, in this state, I didn't dare raise the subject and several months quickly ticked by. While we continued to make love, it lacked adventure and seemed almost perfunctory.

Spring was upon us when Parthu's job situation started to become settled, and in fact it looked like he was going to end up with a bigger role, more responsibility and more money. Thankfully, his mood had dramatically improved over the past few weeks, and as something of a celebration, we had taken the kids to their grandparents so we could have the weekend alone. Returning home from dinner, Parthu disappeared into the back of the house, and I was sitting on the couch watching TV when he suddenly reappeared, wearing a robe and jumped on me straddling my waist.

“What happened to my naughty girl?” he asked, while kissing my neck.

Even though I knew he was feeling upbeat, after the long break his actions caught me off guard.

“Well...I don't know...are you feeling better now?” I asked, stumbling for how to respond.

“I'm fine sweetie. And all this time you've been quiet and patient because you were worried about me. You are so sweet,” he whispered, then ran his tongue over my ear.

My hands went to his robe and I was thrilled to find his naked body beneath the cotton material. It only took a little effort to pull it off his shoulders, and as soon as he was naked, his hands began to work the buttons of my blouse.

“Mmmm...it's nice to have my horny husband back,” I teased.

“Miss me?” he giggled in response.

“Hell yes,” I replied, while moving so he could pull the blouse away.

“Take your salwar off,” he demanded, moving to one side.

I quickly followed his direction standing briefly to shed them before returning to my spot with my aching pussy now standing at full attention. As soon as I was seated, Parthu straddled me again, and I used my hands to pull him tightly against me, reveling in the feelings of his bare skin against mine. Amazingly, through his period of distress over the past several months, he had continued to shave his groin and it felt wonderfully warm and wet pressed against me. He only stayed in that position for a few seconds before I lifted him, and with just a bit of fumbling found his opening and let me descend on his shaft as we groaned loudly together.

“Damn you feel good,” I moaned.

“You do too Nayana,” he replied with a throaty sigh.

I couldn't help but smile and as our eyes met the look on his face let me know he was being purposefully playful with me. Sensing that for the first time in months I didn't have to watch every word, I decided to be provocative.

“About time you got back on this pussy,” I said.

“I missed it,” he answered instantly, with a playful smile.

Thrilled by his demeanor, I grabbed his hips and began pulling him forcibly against me forcing his cock to climb high within my body. With his hands gripping my shoulders and a sexy look evident through his half-shut eyes, I was rewarded with soft mews of pleasure coming from his mouth. We stayed that way as the minutes ticked by, enjoying the feeling of each other's body while we shared soft kisses and soulful sighs.

“I'm going to knock you up baby,” I whispered to him, slipping back into my Nayana mode when I felt my core begin to boil.

“Do it,” he responded, and started pushing his hips more strongly against me.

His acceptance drove me to an even higher state and I knew I was just seconds away from releasing a huge wave. Of course, Parthu knows me extremely well and he timed his movement perfectly, as just as the first contraction was about to be released, he lifted off my pussy and a geyser of my juices squirted a foot in the air then fell back onto my thighs.

“No...” I whimpered in disappointment, as the first squirt was quickly followed by several more, leaving me coated in my own cum.

“Wow!” he exclaimed when my spasms finally stopped.

I had barely the strength left to look at him, but when I did I could see he was looking down at me with a smile. Suddenly, he dropped to his knees and his mouth went to my groin where he spent the next minute cleaning the goo from my thighs and pussy. It was naughty and out of character for him, but at the same time, it was so arousing that I got fully wet again, and as soon as he finished, I pushed him onto his back on the couch and straddled him aggressively.

“You like that,” I asked rhetorically, when squeals of pleasure started coming from his mouth.

“Yes, honey...yes...I want to cum...make me cum,” he pleaded, speaking in a needy way that was far from the norm.

“You going to fuck them?” I asked, using the situation selfishly to push on him.

“Who?” he shot back instantly.

“All of them,” I declared, now grinding him so hard that a wet, slapping sound filled the room.

“Archana...uhhh...uhhh...oh...uhhh...uhhh...do you want me to?” he forced out between his groans of pleasure.

“Yes,” I declared.

“Uhhh...uhhh...okay...okay...I'll...I'll do it for you,” he responded, and the tone in his voice and the tautness in his body signaled that he was getting very close.

In retrospect, I think his agreement must have made me go a little crazy because suddenly I was acting possessed and speaking to him nastily, “Yeah baby, you're going to fuck them all. Every week you'll be getting more pussy than any guy in the city.”

“Uhhh...uhhh...ummm...ohhh...uhhh...OHHH...OHHH...OHHH...,” he cried out as his climax arrived, before his sounds devolved into squeals then whimpers while I felt the wall of his cock grip then release my walls.

If I would have had any fluid left in my body I would have launched it around him, but I was already so drained that I was able to witness the full measure of his release. I could tell it was strong and complete, and when I let go of his hips he fell forward onto the couch. Rather than disturb him, I took a nearby comforter and put it over his still heaving body so he could enjoy the aftermath.

“Who's going to be first?” I asked later, when we had retired to bed.

“No one. That was just sex talk,” he answered dismissively, although I felt his butt wiggle against me.

“Uh uh...no way,” I replied.

“You're crazy,” he answered, and soon we were asleep.

I kept on him, continually reminding him about his acceptance, with no success. Playfully, I began sending him texts during the day asking if he had contacted any of the women and where things stood. Most he ignored, but every now and then he would respond with an equally playful answer. This went on for weeks and while entertaining it wasn't advancing things, although when my senses were with me, I knew I should remain satisfied with just the fantasy.

Then, seemingly out of the blue, the fateful day arrived that changed my life forever. It was a Thursday and a slow day at work, so I had been pestering my husband with text messages about his commitment to take on the four women in my fantasy. Even though by noon I had sent about a half dozen messages, he had not responded, so when I heard my phone beep in the early afternoon, signaling an incoming text, I picked it up quickly. Hoping I would get a playful reply, I was smiling as I navigated to the screen and saw his reply.

“Nayana wants me to get a drink with her after work. Can you watch the kids?”

Instantly, I typed out a reply acknowledging that I could and sent it back thinking he was toying with me and expecting a follow-on message telling me I was crazy. However, the minutes ticked by with nothing coming in, but I resolved that I would not give him the satisfaction of reaching out for more info. At four, I left to go to the kids still not having heard anything, and it wasn't until almost ten, with the children fast asleep, that I heard the garage door opening.

“Hi sweetie. Did you have fun,” I asked nonchalantly from the couch when he entered.

“Yes, it was nice,” he said, giving me a smile.

“How is Nayana?” I followed, still trying to show indifference.

“Honey, I went to the movies with Raj,” he replied, while shaking his head.

Instantly, he burst my balloon, but I did my best to hide my disappointment while he headed towards the bedroom. I had hoped that at a minimum he would meet her for a drink, flirt and come back with some stories to tell. Instead, it all turned out to be nothing, and I was faced with the reality that he would likely never go any further.

I started to go to talk to him, but when I got close I could hear the shower running, so after returning to the kitchen, and needing to kill time until he was finished, I started cleaning the dishes from dinner which reminded me that tomorrow was trash pick-up day. I pulled the bag from the indoor container then walked to the garage and put it in the street bin. Then, remembering I had some trash in my car, I collected it then glanced into Parthu's car to see if he had any. On the passenger side floor board, I could see a bag that looked empty, so I opened his car and picked it up and was about to toss it into the bin when I felt something inside. Looking, my feet immediately froze in place and my body began to tingle.

It was a pharmacy box with a long medical name for the drug, but just beneath were the words “Emergency Contraception”. A receipt was also in the bag informing me the purchase had occurred forty-five minutes ago, but the most shocking thing was that the box was empty. Instantly, I knew it could only mean that Nayana had fucked Parthu and he'd filled her with his seed, risking everything in the heat of passion.

Now faced with the reality of the situation I had encouraged, I found my mind in complete turmoil making the circle of emotions turn from anger to despair to excitement and back again.

I was lying on the bed when Parthu stepped from the bathroom with only a towel around his lovely body. He made for the dresser but came to a full stop when he spotted the medicine box I had placed prominently on top. After taking a deep breath, he turned towards me with a frightened look, and without speaking I patted the spot next to me on the bed. Slowly he inched towards the bed and sat with his eyes locked onto mine, now with a look that appeared to seek forgiveness. I had managed to collect myself while he was in the shower, and knowing that it would be a fragile situation I had determined I needed to be tender and calm.

“Were you with Nayana tonight?” I asked.

“Yes,” he whispered softly, while nodding his head.

“Did she make you cum in her?” I followed.

This time he didn't speak but merely nodded his head, and for the next few minutes I gently interrogated him learning that he had gone to her flat where she had fucked him twice. Each time, she brought him to climax, and in fact it was during his first orgasm, when he had lost control, that he inseminated her.

“What now?” he croaked.

“Now we're going to make love,” I replied and started pulling on his towel.

Immediately, I could tell that my show of desire instead of rejection was having a positive impact as the distressed look on his face was replaced with one of relief. Quickly, I had him on his back then I stood and stripped and joined him where my hands wandered his body while I kissed him softly.

“Do you still love me?” he asked softly.

“Of course, sweetie,” I responded.

My hand was now caressing his cock and I could tell he needed some time to get ready after the shower, so I kissed his nipples, neck and lips while I lightly teased his tip.

“I'm sorry I was bad,” he said, after a long kiss.

“Parthu, I'm glad you were bad. I just wished you trusted me enough to tell,” I replied.

“I was going to...I just...just needed some time,” he answered.

“It's okay,” I told him.

Soon, he became hard, and I lifted over him, got into place and with his help found his tip and pushed down.

“Mmmm...uhhhh...” he gasped, as I penetrated.

In my mind, I thought he would feel different, but there was no change in what I had known and loved all these years. I had to force myself to go slow, as my excitement was so high that every time I thought about Parthu and Nayana together, I would get a sudden urge to move faster. Fortunately, we locked into a rhythm, and in doing so it seemed to free me to interrogate him further.

“Did she fuck you good?” I asked in an aggressive manner, and when he didn't reply I added, “Tell me baby. Did you like it?”

“I'm sorry,” he responded, either thinking I was mad or seeking his own salvation.

“Don't be sorry Parthu. It's okay. Just tell me if you enjoyed it,” I followed, but this time in a softer manner.

“Yes,” he whispered.

It was a tiny voice, but it unlocked my fantasy and allowed it to hit me with full force. My handsome, loving and heretofore chaste husband had given himself to another woman, a lover that had pleased him and received his seed deep inside her body. I knew I should be appalled and tormented, it was certainly the expected reaction, but instead I had never been more sexually excited.

“Damn Parthu, that's so hot,” I declared, now trying desperately to hold back my release.

Unfortunately, the combination of the vision in my brain and his hard, warm cock couldn't be denied and with a deep grunt, followed by several gasps I clenched and squirted all over him.

Parthu seemed happy that it was over, and I pulled him close to me and kissed him tenderly for a while before we got up. I could tell he was struggling with what had occurred, so for the rest of the evening I stayed away from the subject, but made sure he received lots of attention.

“I...I can't believe I did that...I...I just can't,” my husband stammered to me the next morning as we lay in bed.

Clearly, he was upset and remorseful, and didn't want to hear my words of comfort. That set the tone for the next few weeks as he struggled to process his action and was fearful of having to deal with Nayana at work. Now, I felt guilty and low as my desires had caused pain to the person I held most dear. It was a stressful time, and when the kids began to pick up on the fact that something was wrong, we purposefully changed our behavior in front of them.

“Archana, I have an appointment with Dr. Rao for this afternoon. I just want you to know,” Parthu announced one morning, about a month after his encounter.

“Honey...” I started to speak, but he gave me a look that told me he didn't want to discuss it.

Of course, it stayed in my head all day, and when I got home that evening I hoped that he would be in a mood to discuss. However, he was busy with dinner and kid things until they were put to bed, then quickly disappeared into the bathroom. It was only later when we were in bed that I got a chance to ask him about the session.

“Did you see Dr. Rao?” I asked, intentionally making the question open ended.

“Yes,” he answered without elaboration.

“Well...uh...can you tell me about it?” I asked, with a hint of irritation.

After a moment, he turned onto his back and put a pillow beneath him so he was sitting up. Then, after looking at me for a moment, he spoke.

“I told her all about what happened,” he said.

“I see,” I replied.

“Everything. Your pushing, Nayana's pushing, my thoughts and responses and your reaction when you learned about it,” he explained.

“Okay, well I guess that probably was necessary. How did the talk go,” I responded, trying to be supportive, but with a building sense of concern.

“Yes, it was,” he stated with a stern demeanor.

I actually thought about just letting the conversation die, as it seemed I was going to be the bad guy, but I couldn't hold back and asked, “What did y'all discuss? What was her advice? Her counsel?”

Now, it was his turn to be quiet and he looked at me for several seconds before answering, “She wanted to know why I did it and what was now making me upset.”

“And? What did you tell her?” I followed.

“I told her I felt like I had been worn down by your fantasies and Nayana's pestering, but that I did have some curiosity too,” he said, and looked at me for a reaction.

“I see. What else?” I asked, wanting him to talk even though it was like pulling teeth.

“She asked if I enjoyed it,” he started then paused and looked at me before finishing, “I told her if I was honest I had to admit I did. And she wanted to know what I enjoyed, so I told her it was the physical aspects as well as the curiosity since I had only been with you.”

The end of his statement felt like a shot, but I let it go and said, “I understand.”

However, he had now picked up steam and barely acknowledged my comment before continuing, “Then she wanted to know what made me upset...why I had come to her. I told her that it just wasn't me. It was too far from my values even if I did have my wife's permission.”

“I see,” I said in a low voice, knowing that my fantasy had likely been totally shot down, but finally added, “What did she say?”

“She said that I was an intelligent man and that I knew myself. She said in my case, since there were no hidden things in our relationship, that the choice was simple. Either take a different view on my values or don't do it again,” he explained.

“Well...I guess that's pretty straightforward and...uhhh...practical advice,” I replied.

It was a disappointing message, but certainly not unexpected and the bottom line was that the happiness of my husband was much more important than some strange fantasy.

“You're okay with that?” he asked, staring straight into my eyes.

“I'm fine with it sweetie. Nothing is worth you being unhappy,” I told him, and was pleased when a small smile came to his face.

So, just when I thought a major breakthrough had occurred, my hopes were instead completely ended and in the process Parthu had been made upset. In addition, the fantasy play between us was over too. Clearly, I had pushed too hard, and in retrospect I should have just let it remain as a game between us.

Of course, life with my lovely husband and kids is fantastic on its own, so I concentrated on being a good wife and mother. It took several months, but slowly Parthu got past the event and seemed to get back to normal. He had even been able to work out something with Nayana, so that they could continue to work together and move beyond their sexual encounter. So, it was a surprise when during a love making session late one night, my husband, seemingly out of the blue, started to tease me.

“I saw Karuna today,” he whispered into my ear, as I rolled my hips slowly savoring the feeling of our connection.

“What wrong with your bike?” I asked, slow on the uptake.

“Nothing, she fixed it quickly,” he answered in a soft, purring voice.

Suddenly, it dawned on me where he might be heading, but the territory was so dangerous I was reluctant to respond. Instead, I focused on the motion I was providing, and put my lips to his neck and began to gently lick and suck on the sensitive flesh while my mind raced.

“Did...did you do anything?” I finally croaked out.

“Mmmmm...she kissed me and put her hand in my kurta,” he answered, while the tip of his tongue tickled my earlobe.

“That's...that's all?” I forced out, as it felt like my pussy grew wetter.

“She wanted more, but I said no. Should I have let her?” he teased, as my thrusting became more urgent.

I didn't answer. Instead, I took his hands in mine and pushed them over his head and for the next few minutes pounded him with deep movements until his body stiffened and after a series of high pitched whines he suddenly pressed his mouth against my arm to muffle the sounds of his climax. Seeing him let go, I soon followed and clenched around him to the point that I wondered about my capacity.

“Where did that come from?” I finally asked as we recovered.

“Remember Dr. Rao said if I give a little I can get a lot. I just can't give too much,” he answered, fighting back a giggle.

“And, what do you want?” I followed.

“You're taking me to that new restaurant Saturday,” he announced.

It was a very nice but expensive place we had been debating about going to for over a month, but to me that wasn't the point. What my husband had just communicated to me was that we were truly back to normal, and from that point, I would occasionally get the naughty Parthu to tease and play with me during sex.

Parthu's company Holi party was scheduled for a Friday, and since it was required he attend, we again arranged for the kids to go to the grandparents, although this year we passed on staying in the hotel. Instead, we would taxi both ways, but awaken in the comfort of our own home where we could sleep in late if we wanted.

We spent the evening mingling with his normal co-workers, including Nayana, who did not seem the least bit self-conscious about her brief affair with my husband. In fact, she danced with him several times, which only brought a quick glance from Parthu when she made her first request. I had wondered if Nayana had talked about the sex and created some company gossip, so I was pleased to see that no one showed any mannerisms to indicate they were aware of anything. It was when we were standing alone waiting for my husband to return from the restroom that the curvaceous woman broached the subject.

“How is he doing...you know?” she asked in a seemingly sincere way.

I looked at her for a moment debating whether it was appropriate to respond, and wondering how much about my involvement she knew, before finally saying, “Well, it's taken some time, but I think he's okay.”

“Good woman...good. Handsome man,” she responded, just as he returned.

The party continued with lots of socializing and drinking, but an hour or so later, just as things were starting to wind down, I found myself alone with the curvaceous woman once again. Our previous, brief conversation had stayed with me, and whether it was the large amount of alcohol I had consumed, knowing I wouldn't be driving, or just my own perverted mind, a thought hit me.

“Nayana, do you want to come over for a drink?” I suddenly asked.

“Uhhh...are you sure? I don't want to deal with those tears again,” she replied.

“No, I'm not sure. We'll be playing it by ear,” I explained.

We talked about it in a general non-specific way, but she still was worried, so we left it that if she didn't show up within forty-five minutes of us leaving, then she wasn't coming. I figured it would take us twenty minutes in the taxi, so I would have to keep him amused, and out of the bedroom for about a half-hour. Now that the conspiracy was in place, I began thinking about all the bad things that could happen, but I was buoyed by his return to our role playing, so decided to risk it.

The surprisingly clean taxi dropped us off in our driveway exactly twenty-five minutes after we left. Parthu was nicely buzzed, but completely in control so I suggested we open a bottle of wine and watch TV for a while. We were just moving towards the sofa when we heard a distinct knock on the door.

“Who's that?” my husband said in surprise, but quickly turning to avoid eye contact, I just shrugged and moved down the hall.

As soon as the door swung open, I saw the curvaceous woman standing there with a hopeful, but worried look. I stepped back and she passed me as she stepped inside.

“Nayana...what are...” my husband started, then stopped mid-sentence.

Several tense and awkward seconds went by before I summoned the courage to speak, “I suggested she drop by for a drink. Come on, let me pour you some wine.”

“Archana, what's going on?” he asked, while shaking his head.

It was a moment of truth and I had to decide whether to admit it was silly idea or go all-in and see if I could somehow move things forward.

“Just having a drink, honey,” I replied while once more avoiding eye contact.

Nayana followed me into the kitchen and I started to pour the wine, but Parthu disappeared and I wondered if he had retreated to the bedroom, disgusted by my actions. However, just as we were entering the living room, he returned and joined me on the sofa while our guest sat in our large leather chair. While Nayana and I had collapsed completely into the furniture, Parthu sat on the edge, very gentleman-like, still dressed in the sherwani he had worn to the party. The sherwani came to mid-thigh and allowed us a nice view of his strong legs, while the top of the sherwani, held up by a simple collar, provided a teasing look at the top of his chest that we could see were gently rising and falling as he breathed.

“Well isn't this cozy,” he said sarcastically to break the silence.

“I didn't get the chance to tell you earlier how amazing you looked tonight,” Nayana said, ignoring his jab, and despite his annoyance we saw him blush slightly.

“Yes, he did. I especially like how that sherwani shows off his rear,” I added, which was quite true as it clung to his body, leaving little to the imagination.

“Archana, what are we doing here?” he challenged me again.

“Just having a drink, honey,” I answered, feigning confusion.

“So, should I just get naked and wait in the bedroom?” he said, once more in a sarcastic tone.

“No honey. We wouldn't get to talk to you,” I answered, but realized I had been too cocky when he started to stand.

“I'm going to bed. Good night Nayana,” he said, and waved for her to stay seated.

“You are a damn lucky woman,” the curvaceous woman said, as soon as he had left.

“I know,” I answered with a smile.

“Woman, I enjoyed the hell out of our time together,” she stated, suddenly crossing into talking about their fling.

“Yeah, maybe he liked it too much,” I replied, letting the words come from my mouth without thinking, then realizing they very well might be true.

“Oh, you know it. When he left, I thought he would be back for more the next day,” she quickly responded, then paused before adding, “He has willpower.”

After that, we changed subjects and chatted about cricket for a few minutes until I heard Parthu's chappals on the tile floor and saw that he was headed towards the kitchen. He disappeared from my view for several seconds then reappeared carrying a bottle of water in his hand as he moved back towards the bedroom. Nayana had her back to him so she couldn't see what had taken place, and I was confused why he was still in his party attire.

“He grabbed some water,” I said to her, to which she just shrugged.

We resumed our conversation pausing only to refill our glasses, but less than ten minutes later I heard the sound of my husband's chappals once more, and like before he disappeared into the kitchen, but this time left with nothing I could see.

“He's trolling,” I whispered to Nayana.

“Trolling?” she asked, confused.

“He wants attention,” I clarified.

“You think so?” she asked, suddenly looking interested.

I nodded my head slowly and thought about everything that had occurred, weighing the plusses and minuses before looking at her and saying, “Go to him.”

“Okay, woman. I hope you're right,” she said with some concern, as she rose from the chair.

Now it was her heels I heard on the floor disappearing the same way my husband had while I sat nervously bracing for an eruption. However, after it had become quiet for several minutes, I knew my instincts had likely been correct. I waited several more minutes, then slowly and quietly made my way towards the bedroom until I was standing in the shadows peering in through the partially opened door.

My husband was still in his sherwani and chappals but Nayana was standing very close to him with her arm around his waist while he looked up at her with his hands on her shoulders. They were talking in low voices and it took all my concentration to catch their words.

“I can't Nayana. I'll feel so guilty,” Parthu protested.

“Baby, I don't want you feeling bad, I want you to feel good like I made you last time,” she replied in a seductive voice, and I saw her hand slip down to his ass.

Even though Parthu was turning her down, he didn't appear to be upset by the attention and I wondered what they had talked about before I arrived, and how Nayana had gotten him in her arms. For another minute, the curvaceous woman tried to seduce him in a soft voice, but he declined each advance. Then, things began to change.

“Just let me kiss you once,” she pleaded, and when he didn't respond she bent down and with little effort found his lips.

The kiss began lightly, but as it continued it became more passionate and soon Nayana had one hand in the middle of his back pulling him tight while the other fondled his ass. Once they broke, just for a moment, but the curvaceous woman quickly reconnected before he could decline and again they started a deep, passionate kiss. When it finally ended, rather than separate, she moved her mouth to his neck and started working his soft, sensual spots.

“Oh, my God...Nayana,” he whined.

She held him tightly as his body responded to her touch and then, over his mews, I heard the sound of his zipper being moved. Her experience was evident as she kept the assault going with her lips while she unzipped the sherwani then pushed the collar off his shoulders. Soon, it fell to his waist and he was standing before her in his sheer white vest with his erect nipples on display.

“I...I need Archana,” he moaned, finally breaking free.

“I'm here,” I said stepping through the doorway.

“Archana...” he started, but I interrupted.

“I'm just going to sit here,” I informed him, which brought a strange look to his face and a smile to our guest's.

Nayana's head descended back to his neck, but our eyes stayed locked for several seconds before he succumbed to the feeling of her lips. Over the next few minutes, I watched her finish his undressing until he was standing before us in only his chappals. With that, I watched my husband, with shaking hands, help her with her clothes until she was down to her panties. Nayana was definitely in good shape for her age; quite fit with curved hips and full breasts. Starting their kissing again, she moved him backwards and onto the bed, positioning him near the center, then moved her mouth to his nipples.

My husband sighed in pleasure as she sucked and licked on them making wet sounds along the way. Occasionally, she would rise and kiss him again, and her efforts soon had him at a high state of arousal. But, just when I thought she would plunge onto him and take him, she lowered her head between his thighs and started slurping on his soaked cock.

“Uhhhh...ohhh Nayana...oh God...mmmm...mmmm...” he cried out over and over, as she excited his tip.

Then, I saw him looking my way and our eyes locked. His hand raised to beckon me to him and I made the few steps to his side.

“Yes, baby,” I whispered.

“Kiss me,” he demanded, and I did what he asked, but when we broke he asked, “Is this what you want?”

“Yes, baby. I want you to completely let go,” I told him, then lowering his hand, I moved back to the chair as his eyes followed me.

Nayana never slowed her licking while I was with my husband, but once I was seated she stopped and moved off the bed where she pushed the panties over her curved ass. Her pussy came into view, extending almost perpendicular to her body, and I could see that she was a bit fuller than me, but not greatly so, although she had a nice girth. It was fattest in the middle, like a welcoming cave that had recently devoured prey, while the lips tapered to almost a point. One prominent fold started near the top and twisted to the side until it disappeared close to the bottom, and a set of heavy lips hung down prominently. This had been the instrument of my husband's taking, bringing him to multiple orgasms, and instinctively I knew it would happen again.

Her office colleague crawled between his spread legs as he watched then took him beneath his knees and pulled him towards her until her pussy was at his cock. There, she let go of one leg, took his cock in her hand and started to rub the head over and through her wet folds while occasionally using it to slap her pussy. It had the effect of making Parthu moan and writhe in a way I had never seen, and a wave of jealousy shot through me as I realized she would experience him in a way I never had.

After almost a minute, Nayana stopped the manipulation of his cock and I watched as she brought the tapered lips to his tip and with a slow push downward made it disappear inside while my husband began to whimper. Once she had it started, she took hold beneath his knees again and slowly pulled him into her pussy. Inch after inch was fed into her until there was nothing more, and Parthu's eyes began a rapid look between their connection and her face.

“Baby, you ready to get fucked good?” she asked in a demanding voice.

“Yes,” he quickly responded, while nodding his head in a way that showed he was prepared to give himself to her completely.

She flexed her arms, pulling and releasing on his legs, which resulted in a slight movement of his cock in and out of her, but even this small movement had a profound impact on my husband who was now gasping and moaning. However, Nayana didn't appear to be in any hurry as she seemed content to enjoy toying with and teasing his body, and when she started talking to him I knew her goal was to totally conquer him.

“You going to cum all over me like last time? That what you want?” she prodded, and when at first he didn't answer she pushed more, “Come on baby, talk to me...that what you want?”

“Yes...” came his reply, clearly discernible and with a needy, urgent edge.

“Play with your nipples,” she demanded, and his fingers reached for them without hesitation.

For the next few minutes, Nayana fucked him with short strokes with her hands beneath his knees as he pinched his small nubs and moaned and sighed in obvious excitement and pleasure. From my position, I could see her heavy labia swinging slightly with each movement, and I realized that soon he would be filling her with his hungry seed, intent on finding her egg.

“You ready now?” she asked, but before he could answer she dropped forward, driving her pussy onto his cock deeply and forcing a loud groan from his mouth.

Her ass started a rapid movement as she pistoned onto him while the rest of her body stayed amazingly still. I could tell my husband was enjoying every thrust as a litany of sighs, moans and grunts escaped from his mouth, while at the same time, his long legs, which had been spread wide, slowly closed until they were locked around her waist. Suddenly, Parthu gave out several high-pitched squeals, and I could see his fingernails dig into her shoulders. I immediately wondered if he had climaxed, but it was just as quickly over.

“Yeah, baby. Give it up. Keep cumming like last time,” Nayana said into his ear, loud enough for me to hear.

At that moment, I realized that he was reacting to her in ways much different than with me, and she was experiencing him in ways I never would. My jealousy, which I thought I had well under control, instantly peaked and it took all my will power to stay seated.

“Ohhh...God...ohhh Nayana...ohhh...” Parthu let out in a long, low groan, and I actually rose from my chair before settling back down.

My husband had been taken to a plateau of arousal and pleasure far different than our wife-husband coupling. It wasn't lovemaking. Rather, it was just hard, raw sex, but there was no denying he was enjoying all of it. His squeals announced another mini-orgasm had arrived and just a minute after that it happened again, but this time he didn't seem to calm. Instead, the furtive movement of his hands and legs indicated that something more was coming and it looked like it would be big.

“Oh yes...yes...please...oh please...GOD DON'T STOP...” he screamed, and when his words ended a wailing moan filled the room.

“Yeah baby...milk it...squeeze my pussy...” his lover encouraged, then added, “Yeah...fuck yeah...”

It must have proved to be too much for the curvaceous woman because she started grunting in time to her rapid thrusts and then with a final push she let go.

“Oh fuck...fuck yeah...damn this is good cock...fuck yeah...” she exclaimed while making several deep pushes onto my husband.

From my position, even in the dim light, I could see the spot behind her clit spasm like a fist clenching and releasing over and over as waves of pleasure jetted through her body and into her core. Then, with one last push, she collapsed onto his body. Still not completely through, their connected pelvis' undulated in slow movements while each gasped from the lingering feelings.

It wasn't long before I could see that Nayana was kissing his ears and neck and that soon progressed to his lips. They shared several long, deep kisses letting out sighs of pleasure before Parthu pushed on her shoulders and turned her onto her back, finally breaking their connection. At first, I thought he was indicating it was all over, but as soon as she was settled he moved and quickly took her pussy into his mouth.

“I love how you do that,” the curvaceous woman announced, informing me that it wasn't the first time she had received the attention.

When Parthu shifted and took a position on his knees, his cock was suddenly just a few feet before me, and I was stunned to see a frothy substance that I knew was from their combined juices covering his entire shaft. In all my fantasies, I never imagined such a sight, and I knew it was a sign of how completely he had just been taken. It didn't take long for my husband's mouth to get Nayana wet again, but I now wanted her gone because I had an intense desire to have him myself, so when we made eye contact, I gave the curvaceous woman a quick nod of my head to let her know it was time to go. Fortunately, she accepted my message and after just a bit more attention from Parthu, she started to move.

“I think it's time for me to go,” she said softly with a gentle touch of her hand on his shoulder.

Parthu, sensing the meaning, turned quickly to me and I think he suddenly remembered I was in the room. Without speaking, he stood and came towards me and I met him and took him into a deep embrace. I could smell the sweat and sex on his body, but I ignored it, then kissed his cheek before letting him leave for the bathroom.

“Thanks woman,” Nayana said when we were at the door and just as she started to leave she turned back and asked, “So, what's this mean?”

“I don't know...we'll see,” I answered.

My husband was in the shower when I got back, so stripping quickly, I joined him and pulled him tightly against me as the warm water cascaded over us.

“You are incredible,” I whispered.

“How can you not be jealous?” he asked looking at me with needy, pleading eyes.

“Because I know you're mine and you looked so incredible,” I answered, leaving out the fact that some of it did in fact make me very jealous.

“We need to go to the pharmacy,” he stated.

“Is it a bad time?” I tried to clarify.

“It's the worst time,” he acknowledged.

“Okay, we'll go after I take you to bed,” I replied.

That's exactly what we did and minutes later He was between my legs, buried completely inside. The water from the shower had cleansed the external signs of their mating, but inside I knew from the wetness that I was bathing his cock in Nayana's cum. I went slowly, focusing on Parthu's emotional needs through kisses and caresses, but I was still too excited to last long and soon my juices were added to the mix. An hour later, we were snuggled together in bed after a quick run to the 24-hour pharmacy for the pill.

“You know I was all past it and you just opened it all up again,” my husband declared the next morning over coffee.

We had slept late, then had a light breakfast, and as soon as it was over he decided he wanted to talk. Thus, for the past thirty minutes we had essentially gone in circles on the same issues; him saying it wasn't what he was about and I was an ass for inviting Nayana over.

“Okay, I got in honey. I got carried away and went too far,” I acknowledged.

“How am I supposed to deal with Nayana?” he added.

“Look, I don't think she is going to be a problem. It's clear she respects you,” I started, continuing to feel defensive. However, just as the words left my mouth, I decided I wanted to get some things on the table so I asked, “Honey, can I ask some questions?”

“What?” he asked, suddenly looking nervous.

“Did you like the sex?” I asked.

“Why are you...” he started to respond, but I stopped him.

“Please, just let me ask and you answer,” I pushed knowing I was on shaky ground.

His eyes got big for a moment as it was rare for me to be so direct with him, but after a short silence he replied, “Yes.”

“How many times did you orgasm?” I followed quickly.

Again, there was a moment where I could tell he was bristling, but after a moment he said, “Enough.”

“Okay, and you know you have my permission? Actually, you have more...you have my encouragement.” I said.

“I know but...” he started, then became quiet.

“But what?” I prodded.

“I...I...I just can't,” he replied, and it looked like he might cry, so I stopped.

It wasn't the time to push, but I knew we would come back to the subject. I couldn't shake the sight of my husband in full sexual abandon and suspected it was in his head too, although surrounded with many more defenses.