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Subject: {ASSM} New Story - The Happy Cuckold (M/F, wife, cons, Indian, inter)
Date: Sat, 12 Jul 2003 11:10:02 -0400
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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.

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