Message-ID: <43368asstr$1058022602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030712033009.9239.qmail@web41215.mail.yahoo.com> From: nuj baf MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 11 Jul 2003 20:30:09 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} New Story - The Happy Cuckold (M/F, wife, cons, Indian, inter) Date: Sat, 12 Jul 2003 11:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman WARNING: This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, DO NOT read any further. If it is illegal in your geographical location, DO NOT read it. The Happy Cuckold (M/F, wife, cons, Indian, inter) My story is one of happiness and fulfillment. It is a life without regrets encompassed largely by a completely satisfied sex life. I apologize if this disappoints many of you but sometimes life can be wonderful. I got married in my second year of college. My parents were and still are extremely conservative expounding very strict Indian moral values. With just the handing of a picture, I was told that my marriage had been arranged. Thankfully the girl in the picture looked attractive. Four months, three phone calls and a handful of letters later, I landed in Delhi with a whole entourage of family and relatives. Two weeks after that I was back on a plane to San Francisco with my new bride in tow. She wore the traditional red clothing of a newlywed. Once we were at cruising altitude, she changed into a short denim skirt and a knit top and that in it self changed the course of my life going forward. We got a little apartment and I started my junior year in college. My wife, Sonya, got a job as an office assistant in a large company. Very early on she confided that she would not be sexually satisfied with just one partner and that I should also be open to explore the possibilities. Wasting no time, that first revelation came sooner than later. "I had a great day today," she declared. "Well, what happened?" I asked while shuffling through thick books for my term paper. "You know Michael my boss has been flirting with me all this time. They weren't many people today and I told him flatly that I would suck him right here right now if he doubled my salary and promoted me," Sonya chirped away. "What happened?" I prodded her. "He said that was too high a price for a single blow job," Sonya said. "Smart guy," I retorted. "So I asked him what would it cost and he said that I should be willing to service him whenever he needed me. I told him basically that it would not be possible as I have commitments to my husband. However I suggested to him that I would make myself available to his needs to warrant my salary increase and promotion. He agreed to that and I crawled underneath his desk for my first introduction to a white dick," my wife said. "I love sucking cock," she added with apparent enthusiasm. Sonya knew that I should never be neglected and her forays with other men only came with my acquiescence. It came to a point that I actively encouraged her especially if her activities garnered financial gain. She accused me of being insensitive sometimes. That exemplified the irony of the situation. When Sonya returned from a business trip with her boss, she was eager to show me the new clothes Michael had bestowed upon her. She quickly sensed my lack of enthusiasm as my comments on her very short black dress she had put on was not adequate. "What's wrong, honey," she queried. "I'm going to get a 'C' in sociology and that's gonna kill my scholarship," I said. I had to admit that the sight of her high heels and her well tone olive legs that went all the way to the hem of her dress was stirring my loins. "How could that be? You are studying so hard," Sonya said. She tossed her brown shoulder length hair unconsciously. That innocent motion with her hair would immediately distract my thoughts. "Every effort I make just doesn't impress Professor Roberts. I just don't know how to tackle this professor. Everything is so subjective," I lamented. I pulled my beautiful and sexy wife onto my lap and planted kisses on her neck. She could notice the bulge in my pants. I led her to our cramped bedroom. My wife removed her newly given black dress in one swift motion and as usual she wore nothing else underneath. "Just keep trying," Sonya advised as she impaled herself over my rigid member. I forgot about Professor Roberts for a while as I watched my pretty wife's face and her perfectly shaped breasts. She was sitting on me riding my organ jiggling her bouncy but firm breasts. "Michael asked me to strip in front of him and the customer in our hotel suite," Sonya disclosed. "Really," I replied. "I don't know why, but I get really turned on when I strip in front of men. The more of them, the more turned on I get. I think I am an exhibitionist. I love the thought of men looking at my naked body," Sonya said. She was just sitting not riding my cock up and down. I didn't mind. My cock was happily enveloped in the warm folds of her pussy. "I think it is the wickedness of it all. Doing something most women would never do," I said. Sonya said, "White men are so fascinated by my body. I just got totally naked, served them their drinks and sat right between them on the sofa. The customer's name was Duane. He was like this forty-five years old guy with glasses, three kids and an unappealing wife. The guy never cheated on his wife. Michael told him that my husband allowed me to fuck around and he couldn't believe it. His poor pecker was being strained in his pants." Sonya kept still with my dick still buried inside her. "Duane nervously called his wife saying that he would be home very late. Michael was calmly asking him about his kids as I sat my naked self on his lap. His daughter is older than me. Michael was telling him to go feel my breasts. His hands were clammy and he just mauled my sensitive nipples." "I wish I could have been there to see it," I said. "Yeah," Sonya said. "Anyway, I don't know what made me do this but I figured Duane would have done anything. I asked if he wanted to taste Indian honey. He nodded right away. So I got on top of the coffee table on my knees and placed my butt right to his face. I knew Michael was enjoying this. I spread my cheeks and asked him if he saw a little brown hole. He said yes. I asked him what he would like to do with that hole. He said that he would very much like to taste it. I told him that he was very definitely my kind of guy. The next moment his tongue was slithering into my little asshole. I just love that feeling especially when I can make someone do it so eagerly. "Michael must have been enjoying this," I commented. "Most definitely," Sonya said. "He keeps telling me that he is the luckiest guy to have met me. Anyway Duane did everything to me and Michael watched most of the time. I just sat on the sofa for a long time and Duane had his head buried between my legs. I had these long shuddering orgasm after a long build up." "You were treated like a queen," I said. "Yeah, it was nice," Sonia said. She remained quiet for a while. Then she smiled at me and went up and down with her torso getting my dick feeling good. She gyrated well over and over until my pecker got its satisfaction and lined her insides with my gooey stuff. After I recovered I went back to my term paper. I must have still looked troubled as Sonia asked me, "Professor Roberts still getting you down?" "Yeah," I admitted. "You know what," my wife blurted. "I'll let him have my body in exchange for your grades." My face beamed. "Thanks, honey. You're the best." I wasn't very good at approaching anyone to offer my wife's body. It wasn't something that anyone was trained to do. I meekly asked Professor Roberts for a conference at his office. He hesitated momentarily. "Yes, come see me today!" he roared. "Your work is very mediocre." "That is the reason I asked for this conference, Professor Roberts. Is there anything I could do to make a 'B' for this course?" I asked. His office was cramped, but neat. "Ha! At this late stage I doubt there is anything that can be done," the professor said with a glint in his eyes. He began looking at his papers hoping I'd disappear. A minute later he looked up clearly disappointed that I was still occupying the seat in front of his desk. "Sir, I have a - a proposition," I said. "Look here! I don't know what are you trying to pull," Professor Roberts blurted. I placed two polaroids on his desk. Sonya was smiling on both the pictures, one in the bathroom and the other in the kitchen. She was without any clothes in both of the pictures. "My wife agreed to sleep with you if you would give me a 'A'," I said. I told myself to stop fidgeting on the chair. The professor was quiet for a while. He let out a sheepish smile. "Sure," he said. "This is clearly a big compromise for me that will come only with some concerted efforts from you and your wife." "Definitely," I said. I was relaxed now as the cat was out of the bag. "For the next three weeks till the semester is over, I will come over to your domicile whenever I wish. Is that understood and acceptable?" the professor said. "That would be OK," I said. That very same evening the middle-aged balding professor with horn rimmed glasses walked into our little apartment. My wife immediately made him feel welcomed by hugging him. It was not very often that I get to see my wife in action and I was hoping they would let me watch. His erection was clearly visible inside his gray dress pants. "Would you like a beer, Bill?" Sonya said in her sultry way. She was already on a first name basis with my professor. "Yes, please," he said looking around the apartment. "Nice little place you've got here." He was trying to make small talk taking away the awkwardness of the situation. "Are you married?" my wife asked the professor." "Divorced," he answered curtly. It looked like he wanted to bang her bones right away. I knew my wife was going to tease him. Sonia wore a sleeveless top that accentuated her perky breasts. Her silky brown hair rested on her bare shoulders. "Let me get into something more comfortable," she said and walked into the room, leaving my professor and I alone. "Please come by anytime you want," I said. "Yes, thank you," he replied. He wasn't talking down to me anymore. Strangely I was pleased with that. Sonia came out wearing just a sports bra and a thong. They were both in black contrasting well with her olive skin. Professor Roberts enjoyed the sight of her twin cheeks, perfectly round. Sonia handed him the beer. "Are you in a rush?" Sonia asked the professor. "I hope you are not. I enjoy taking it slow," she added talking to the professor in her thong and bra. "Take your time. I plan to be here all night," the professor said. I got myself a beer. I asked the professor, "Do you mind if we all are on the bed. I don't sleep well on the couch. I won't be a bother." "Sure," he said. My wife was preparing dinner, a typical Indian meal. As a good Indian host, she also prepared for the guest. When the table was set, the professor and I sat across each other. Sonia sat between us. The professor seemed to enjoy the flavored chicken and curry dishes eaten with our ethnic bread. It seemed he was pleasantly surprised with the hospitality. His initial expectations were that he would only be given a quicky with my wife. When Sonia fucked around she gave the men everything a good meal included. After dinner Professor Roberts was eager to get things rolling. My wife removed her bra and cleaned up just wearing a thong. He helped in the kitchen and left me alone on the sofa nursing my third beer. Any opportunity he could get, he grabbed her breasts. Sonia kept on working getting everything in order before bedtime. "I'm going to bed," I declared. Outside the bedroom, I could hear my wife and the professor getting animated. "I got a little more to clean, then I'm all yours," she said. Later on she said, "OK, take off my thong if you wish." When they had finally entered the bedroom, the professor had also removed his clothes. The streetlight outside the bedroom window showered its yellow glow inside. I could see his middle-aged body with graying chest hairs coinciding with the youthful curvaceous body belonging to my wife. She gently removed herself from his probing hands and went to brush her teeth. As usual she would bend over the sink vigorously manipulating the toothbrush in her frothy mouth. She would complete her regiment by gargling on her minted mouthwash. The naked professor sat on the edge of our bed. She returned with a smile. She embraced the sitting professor, his mouth hungrily sucking on her breasts. My professor crawled on the bed next to me. My wife buried herself between his legs. She cradled his drooping balls as her mouth gently planted loving kisses to his bulging oozing head. "Oh! That is good," he mumbled. As she seemed to be good at it, she kept playing with his tool probably giving him something he never had before. "Now it's your turn," my wife said. With her legs towards the head of the bed, she spread them apart. With lust and hunger, he lapped up her pussy tonguing all over her bare genitalia. As my wife squirmed from the pleasure given to her, I knew that she had notched in her mind another person going down on her. In privacy she would very frequently by order list out all the men who had licked her pussy and the list was getting longer. The professor got her climaxed very soon and he would be aptly rewarded for it. "Enter me now," she said lying flat on her back. The professor, on his feet, was enjoying the scene in front of him, a husband lying on the side of the bed while the naked wife beckoning for his taking. The pleasure of taking another man's wife was sweet in itself but to take it in the husband's presence and with the husband's acquiescence must surely have been sweeter still. Professor Roberts got back on the bed carefully, his penis strong as ever never wavering from its target. Sonia as always loved every moment of this. When he immersed himself all the way inside my wife, I heard that unmistakable grunt of achieving the ultimate in sexual conquest. As he slid in and out, he alternatively stared into Sonia's face and my face. He moved in and out with great force. My wife seemed pinned under his assault. "Yeah, fuck me all night," she said barely above a whisper. Seeing your wife with another man had always sent a thrill down my spine and this time it was no different. Under my sheets, my libido had sprung to life and my hands automatically went to stroke it. The professor increased his pace and shuddered as he exploded inside my wife's warm pussy. I had also spilled my seed, but inside my underwear. They kissed long and passionately, tongues dancing with each other. They were in cuddle mode and soon slept in each other's arms. In the wee hours, they went at it again. This time I didn't watch the action but felt it through the bed while being in the state of semi-sleep. It was Friday morning. I didn't have class but I went to the library to work on my term paper. The professor showered and left for his work. Sonia had to go with her boss Michael to Carmel to entertain a customer. When evening came, Professor Roberts was back. Sonia tired from a day of entertaining still managed to smile and provide my professor with the services he required. His sexual energy was tireless and he stayed the whole weekend in our apartment, most of the time naked with my wife. I was glad when the three weeks were over. I got pretty familiar with his anatomy and his upward curving cock. Well, at least I got an "A" in Sociology. Generally things went well with our lifestyle. We had a few hiccups along the way, though. Sonia wanted to approach the landlord of our apartment. The guy was always lusting after the women in the apartment complex hinting rent abatement for sexual favors. He was a short Persian guy whose real name was Mohammed. He had a pock marked face and a thick moustache. I knew from experience that he couldn't be trusted. He could not part with money. It wasn't in his blood. "I don't trust Moe," I told my wife. "He doesn't play by the rules." Sonia was getting aggressive to cut a deal with the landlord. "I don't think anyone had ever exchanged sex for the rent in this apartment and for good reasons," I added. "Honey, I had already approached him and I was going to tell you about it. You don't trust him so I was going to surprise you with paying only half the rent and then I would have told you," Sonia said. "Big big mistake," I said. "I can't believe you did this. I told you he is a big fucking liar. He just took advantage of you and it hurts. I just can't imagine you opening your legs for him." "He wasn't too bad actually. A lot of groping but he came fast," she said. "I can't believe you let him on our bed," I said clearly pained by the news. "Let's see what happens, OK," she said and finished off her glass of orange juice. As I had expected we were told to pay our rent in full. "What about the agreement?" I asked Moe handing him the check. "I told your wife that if I can get a chance to fuck her in front of you, all tied up and shit, then I'll give that half rent deal," Moe said easily. I was shocked at his audacity although I tried not to show it. "What makes you think anyone is going to trust you," I said. "Show me good faith. Give me back half the money right now and I'll see what we can do." "No can do. Me fuck first, then pay," he mouthed. "You did fuck first and didn't pay. We are not stupid," I said and left the office. It was no use to discuss the matter further. It took awhile, but the anger of my wife giving this man her goodies for nothing subsided. Moe still taunted me. "Your wife was the best fuck I ever had," he would say quite loudly whenever we crossed paths. In a few months we moved out of the apartment to a better place, a little townhouse we rented for the same money. As the years passed, Sonia had sex with many men for many different reasons and occasions. We were both happy as we got more than we wanted. The End. For more of my stories, please visit www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/nujbaf/www Comments? E-mail me at nujbaf@yahoo.com __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? SBC Yahoo! 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