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I love my children and their dads

I am Sushma from Patna. I am settled in Delhi with my husband and three children. My husband’s name is Manoj, and he is from Mumbai. We met when we used to work in the same office in Delhi. He fell in love with me, and I liked him because he was a good guy. We dated for a year before we started having sex. I used to tell him to put on a condom every time we had intercourse. But once, after a party, I forgot to tell him to put on a condom and I became pregnant. Luckily, he really loved me, so he asked me to marry him, and I agreed. I was only 24 years old when I got married to him, but I had no other choice because I had become pregnant. We didn’t want any problems from our families, so we got married without informing our parents. When we informed them after two months, they were terribly upset.

We were in a tricky situation. I had to quit my job because of pregnancy. Manoj had to take care of all our financial needs. Fortunately, four months before I was due to deliver, Manoj got a promotion at work and got a pay rise. Our parents also slowly forgave us before I delivered the baby. After I delivered a baby boy our parents gifted us money and our financial condition improved.

We bought a 2-bedroom flat, and our future looked bright. But just five months after buying the flat, Manoj was selected at work to go to UK for 3 months. He didn’t want to leave me and our child and go abroad. But I assured him I will be fine, and I will take care of our child. I had also repeatedly reminded him that going to the UK would benefit his career and our future. He understood me and agreed to go to the UK for 3 months.

I had told myself that he would only be gone for 3 months, and time would pass quickly. But after he left, I immediately missed him. He called me after he reached the UK and I felt better. But three days later, I felt a big emptiness in my life. After one week, our child also became sick. I became very worried. I called Manoj and told him about the situation. He told me not to worry because our good friend, Madhan had returned to Delhi. He told me he will call Madhan and tell him to call me.

Madhan was our good friend. We had known Madhan for a long time. He had gone to the US six months ago and returned to Delhi. He had helped us in Delhi to find accommodation and get married. We even used to stay in the same house for a few months. After we got married, he moved out. He had not been lucky with his girlfriend because of financial issues. They had broken up and his girlfriend had found a new boyfriend. He was a good man, and he understood the problems we went through. But the only problem I had with him was, he had accidently seen me and Manoj having sex when we were living in the same house. It was his fault because he had opened our bedroom door without knocking and seen us. He had apologized and walked away but I couldn’t forget the look on his face. Manoj had forgotten about it, but I had not forgotten that incident. Madhan didn’t show any signs of being attracted to me, but I thought he was pretending. So, I had decided to test him. I used to wear deep neck blouses and reveal my cleavage when he was around. Sometimes I used to wear shorts and expose my legs. Sometimes I used to dress in a Saree and expose my navel. He had shown signs of being attracted to me like most normal men, but he didn’t seem to have any bad intentions.

I was excited to meet Madhan after a long time. He called after half an hour. It was nice to talk to him. He said he will come home and take us to the hospital. I told him I would book an appointment with our family doctor, and we ended the call.

I cleaned baby and dressed him in clean clothes. I got ready and waited for Madhan. Madhan came home at about 3PM. We were happy to see each other. We chatted for a brief time in the house before we were ready to go to the hospital.

Madhan drove the car. The baby and I sat in the back seat. Traffic was too much as usual, but we reached the hospital in time and met the doctor. The doctor checked my baby and prescribed medicines. She gave me medical instructions to take care of the baby and told me to meet her if the baby’s condition does not improve.

After meeting the doctor, we returned home. We reached home at around 8pm. Madhan told me he will meet me the next day. I requested him to have dinner and go. But he said he wanted to go home and relax before having dinner. I told him he could relax in the living room or the guest bedroom and have dinner with me. He still hesitated. Just then, Manoj called. I answered the call. Manoj asked me if Madhan had taken me and our baby to the hospital. I told him I had gone to the hospital with Madhan and met the doctor. I also told him Madhan had dropped us home and he was refusing to stay back and have dinner. So, Manoj wanted to talk to Madhan. I gave my mobile to Madhan. Manoj and Madhan talked for a brief time before Madhan gave the mobile to me. I spoke to Manoj again. He told me he had convinced Madhan to stay back for dinner. He also told me Madhan usually liked to drink little Whiskey and relax before having dinner. He wanted me to offer Whiskey to Madhan. I agreed with Manoj, and we ended the call.

I looked at Madhan and said, “Please sit down, Madhan. I’ll get Whiskey.”

He smiled and said, “Thanks.”

I asked, “What do you want to mix with Whiskey?”

Madhan said, “Ice and water.”

“Good. I’ll be back in a minute,” I said and hurried to the kitchen.

I took a tray and kept a Whiskey bottle, a small water jug, a bowl of ice cubes and two glasses. I took the tray to the living room.

I saw Madhan sitting in the middle of the three-seat sofa. As I walked towards him, he smiled uncomfortably at me. I knew he was physically attracted to me, and he was trying hard to hide it. Smiling to myself, I kept the tray on the Tea table.

“Thanks Sushma,” Madhan said.

“You are welcome. Please help yourself,” I said and sat down on the single sofa, which faced sideways and was positioned on the right side of the sofa on which he was sitting on.

Madhan opened the whiskey bottle. He looked at me and asked, “Large with ice?”

“Yes. You still remember?” I asked and laughed.

“Oh…I remember a lot of things about you,” he said and laughed.

I smiled wondering if he still remembered seeing me and Manoj having sex. I had been on all fours on the bed and Manoj had been penetrating my vagina from behind me. I had been moaning loudly and orgasming when Madhan had opened our bedroom door without knocking and seen me face to face. I still remember the hungry and hurt look on his face.

Madhan gave me the glass. I took the glass from his hand and said, “Thanks.”

He took his glass and held it up to my glass. We clinked our glasses and said, “Cheers!”

The first sip of chilled Whiskey began to calm me down. I leaned back on the sofa and relaxed for a few seconds.

“This Whiskey is good. Does Manoj always buy expensive Whiskey?” Madhan asked.

I laughed and said, “No. He also buys cheap Whiskey. I like expensive Whiskey.”

“You have always had good taste,” Madhan said.

I smiled and sipped more Whiskey. Then I looked at Madhan and asked, “Neelam also had good taste. Are you still friendly with her?”

Madhan shook his head and said, “No. She got married and went to Canada.”

“That’s not good. You liked her very much. Do you have a girlfriend now?” I asked.

Madhan shook his head and made a sad face.

“Why? You are a good-looking guy,” I said.

“I couldn’t find the right type of woman,” Madhan said.

“And what type of woman are you looking for?” I asked.

Madhan sipped more whiskey. He looked at me and said, “A woman who is matured, understanding, honest, kind, humble, supportive, tall, curvy and pretty, with a beautiful smile.”

I laughed and asked, “You want a perfect woman?”

He shrugged his shoulders and said, “Yeah.”

“Have you met any woman who fits your description?” I asked.

Madhan nodded and said, “Yes.”

“Did you date her?” I asked.

He shook his head and said, “She was taken when I met her.”

“Oh. Did you contact her recently?” I asked and said, “She may be available now.”

Manoj took my empty glass from the table and asked, “One more large?”

I smiled and nodded my head. He poured Whiskey in our glasses and put ice cubes, looking lost in thought. He gave me the glass and said, “She is married.”

“Oh. That’s unfortunate,” I said and looked at him.

He nodded his head and sipped Whiskey from his glass.

Wondering if he was talking about someone I knew, I asked, “Do I know her?”

He nodded his head and said, “Yes.”

“Who is she?” I asked, curiously.

He looked at my face for a moment before he asked, “Do you really want to know?”

“Of course, Madhan,” I said.

“It’s you,” he said and looked into my eyes.

“Me?” I asked and laughed, thinking he must be joking. But the look on his face convinced me that he was serious, so I stopped laughing and smiled shyly at him.

He nodded his head and said, “You are perfect.”

I felt strangely happy. I smiled and said, “I am not perfect.”

“I disagree,” he said.

I laughed and looked at his face. “I don’t know Madhan. Maybe you think I am perfect because you saw me naked.”

“I have seen many women naked,” Madhan said.

I laughed and sipped Whiskey. Then I said, “I remember your face when you saw us having sex. You looked very sexually hungry.”

“I was sexually hungry for you. You looked so beautiful…and sexy,” he said.

I laughed and asked, “Ok…but why did you look so hurt?”

“I wanted to be in Manoj’s place…making love to you. It hurt me because I knew I’ll never get a chance to make love to you. He is very lucky,” Madhan said.

I think it was the Whiskey that made him have a bold and honest conversation with me. But I was glad he had finally expressed his true feelings for me. I didn’t want him to feel so bad about it. I suddenly got an idea, and it excited me. I stood up without thinking twice and said, “I’ll check baby and come back.”

Madhan nodded his head and said, “Ok.”

I quickly went to the bedroom and checked baby. He was sleeping peacefully in the cradle. I went to the mirror and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I smiled feeling good after talking with Madhan. I undressed and went to the bathroom. I washed my face and felt a little fresh. I went to the bedroom and took a Light Blue Babydoll Negligee from the wardrobe. I liked the Negligee because it had soft cup bra, adjustable shoulder straps, v-front, open-back and a mesh skirt with floral lace at the bust. I wore a Light Blue G-String Panty and slipped into the short Negligee which fully exposed my thighs. The translucent fabric revealed my breasts, nipples, navel, and panty. I felt wonderfully comfortable and free in the Negligee.

I looked at baby one more time before leaving the bedroom. As I walked into the living room, Madhan looked at me with a stunned expression. I didn’t mind exposing to him because he had already seen me naked, and I was a bit drunk and aroused.

“Wow! You look very sexy!” he said, checking every part of my body.

I laughed and said, “I just wanted to wear something comfortable.”

“Manoj is a very lucky guy. I envy him,” he said.

I just laughed and said, “I need one more large, Madhan.”

“Ok,” Madhan said and took the Whiskey bottle.

I sat down on the sofa and watched him fill my glass. I could see lust and confusion on his face. He put ice cubes in the glass and gave it to me. I took the glass from him and had a sip of Whiskey. I immediately felt better. I looked at him. He was looking at my breasts. So, I asked him, “Do you have a condom?”

He looked up at my face, surprised.

“It’s your wish Madhan. But if you want to have sex, you must put on a condom. I don’t want to get pregnant,” I said.

His face lit up and he said, “I don’t have a condom. I can quickly go to a shop and buy condoms.”

“There is a Pharmacy at the end of the street. It closes at 10:30,” I told him.

He quickly stood up and said, “I’ll be back in a minute.”

I stood up and said, “Take it easy. You can stay with me tonight.”

“Ok,” he said and came closer to me.

I smiled at him and said, “Promise me you won’t tell Manoj.”

“I promise,” he said and took me in his arms. He kissed my lips as his hands moved all over my body, caressing, squeezing and kneading the soft parts of my body. His hands were more masculine than Manoj’s hands. He French kissed me with so much passion that I was completely aroused, and I wanted to feel him inside me. But I broke the kiss and said, “First go and buy condoms.”

“Ok,” Madhan said and went to the front door.

I went with him to the door. He pecked a kiss on my lips and said, “I’ll be back in a second.”

After he stepped outside the house, I closed the door. I took a deep breath. My heart was racing fast. I felt guilty for being ready to cheat on my husband. But the thought of having sex with Madhan was too exciting because he had a very intense desire to have sex with me.

I went to the bedroom and looked at my appearance in the mirror. The Negligee was too revealing but I didn’t care anymore because Madhan was very desperate to have sex with me, and I didn’t want to miss the opportunity to have sex with someone who liked me as much as he liked me. I heard a sound from the cradle. I went to the cradle and looked inside. My baby was awake. I petted him and took him out of the cradle. I carried him in my arms and went to the living room. I was about to sit down when the doorbell rang. I went to the door and looked into the peephole. I saw Madhan. I opened the door. Madhan saw baby and petted my baby. He entered the house and took baby from me. I closed the door and turned to look at him when the baby started crying. I quickly took baby from Madhan and said, “He has to get used to you.”

Baby didn’t stop crying, so I sat down on the sofa and breast-fed baby. As baby sucked my nipple and drank my milk, Madhan drank Whiskey and looked at me with sexual hunger in his eyes.

Looking at the sexually desperate look on Madhan’s face, I laughed and said, “Baby will fall asleep soon. After that I am all yours.”

Madhan smiled and nodded.

Baby went to sleep after five minutes. I took him to the bedroom and kept him in the cradle. I went back to the living room. Madhan stood up. I took my glass from the table and drank the remaining whiskey. I kept the glass on the table and stood straight. Madhan immediately took me in his arms. He kissed my lips and his hands moved all over my breasts, waist and my buttocks. He sucked and bit my lips and my tongue. His tongue probed the insides of my mouth, licking my tongue, inner cheeks, gums, teeth and palate. The more he kissed me, the more I wanted to feel him inside me. I missed my husband, so I was glad Madhan was there to replace him.

Madhan broke the kiss and removed his clothes quickly. He lifted my Negligee and put his left hand inside my panty. His palm cupped my vagina and his fingers rubbed on my vaginal lips and clitoris. My vagina was wet, but he didn’t care. One of his fingers penetrated my vagina and rubbed the inner walls of my vagina. Then one more finger entered my vagina, then another finger entered. His thumb finger rubbed on my clitoris and three fingers massaged the inner walls of my vagina. I couldn’t stop moaning, loving what he was doing to me. After a few minutes he removed his fingers out of my vagina. He pulled my panty down to my ankles and removed it from my foot.

“Sit down on the sofa,” he said.

Feeling unsure about what he wanted to do to me, I went to the sofa and sat down. He followed me and knelt on the carpet before me. He spread my legs apart and put his head between my inner thighs. He began kissing, licking, biting and sucking my vulva. He swallowed my vaginal fluids as if it was milk coming out of my nipples. My husband also liked to kiss my vagina sometimes, but he rarely swallowed my vaginal fluids. So, I loved what Madhan was doing. I lifted my legs and kept my feet on the sofa. I spread my legs wider and vagina-fed him. I stroked his hair and encouraged him to get the nourishment he wanted.

Madhan sucked my vagina passionately, but he surprised me when he pushed his middle finger inside my anus. It hurt a bit, but I didn’t stop him because it was tolerable. Pleasure soared higher throughout my body as he fed on my vagina and played with my anus. Then he pulled his fingers out of my anus and said, “You have a cute anus.”

Before I could react, he kissed my anus. The unexpected kiss sent shivers from my anus to my back and to my head. I wanted him to kiss my anus again, but he didn’t. He just said, “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

“Ok. Let’s go to the guest bedroom. I don’t want to wake up baby,” I said.

“Ok,” he said, and we went to the guest bedroom.

Madhan climbed the bed and lay down on his back. He told me to get on top of him and suck his penis. I had tried the 69 position with my husband many times so I was happy to try it with Madhan. I straddled above Madhan and looked down at his erect penis. It was long and thick like my husband’s penis. I quickly bent down and kissed it. I opened my mouth and took the hard and warm penis inside my mouth. I sucked it and it felt alive inside my mouth.

Madhan pulled my waist down and made me sit on his face. He dug his face between the cheeks of my buttocks. He kissed and licked my anus and vagina. I could feel his wet tongue flicking in the cleft of my buttocks and felt touched by the love he felt for me. I sat comfortably on his face and sucked his hard penis. Judging his penis felt in my mouth, I knew it would feel very good inside my vagina. My vagina was wet, and my clit buzzed. Luckily Madhan said, “That’s enough, Sushma. You lie down.”

So, I got up and lay down on my back. Madhan lay down on top of me, and we faced each other. He kissed me and without much effort, he pushed his penis inside my vagina in one quick stroke. The sudden penetration stretched open my vagina and took my breath away. It felt so good deep inside me that I almost laughed with happiness.

“It feels so good inside you,” Madhan said and kissed my lips. Then he moved down to my breasts and sucked one of my nipples. He drank my milk while his penis buzzed and twitched inside my vagina.

As he sucked my nipples and drank my milk, his penis began to move in and out of my vagina. Slowly at first, then at a very rapid pace. He stopped sucking my breasts and began to desperately penetrate me again and again. The intense, repeated vaginal intercourse made me forget about everything. I could only focus on the wonderful sexual pleasure that had overpowered my entire body. My clit tingled and the tingles spread throughout my body. Sexual pleasure quickly reached its peak and suddenly I felt my stomach drop. The built-up sexual tension ended, and I felt a smooth release. A warm feeling began to calm me. But, as Madhan ejaculated inside my vagina, I suddenly remembered that I had forgotten to tell him to put on a condom. “Oh no!” I said.

“What?” Madhan asked, still ejaculating inside my vagina.

“You forgot the condom!” I said.

“Sorry” he said, still ejaculating inside my vagina.

I quickly thought about it and said, “It’s ok. I may get my periods tomorrow.”

“Damn! I was hoping to make you pregnant,” Madhan said.

I laughed and said, “I am not perfect. You’ll find someone better than me to impregnate.”

“You are perfect,” he said, as his penis shrunk and slipped out of my vagina.

After we were done, we went to the bathroom and washed. Then we had more drinks and dinner at 11pm.

The next day we had more sex, but I made sure he put on a condom every time we had sexual intercourse. In the evening, I had my periods. Luckily, I didn’t get pregnant.

In the following days, I made sure Madhan always put on a condom when he had vaginal intercourse with me. Whenever he didn’t want to use a condom, I let him have anal intercourse. I avoided getting pregnant for about two and half months but just one week before my husband returned from UK, I found out that I was pregnant. It had happened because Madhan had been having rough sex with me and the condom had come out with his semen and got stuck inside me vagina. When I had tried to pull it out, his semen had leaked into my vagina. It was an accident, but I was happy that I was pregnant with Madhan’s child. I was a bit scared but luckily after my husband returned, we had sex frequently and I gave him the good news that I had conceived. My husband was very happy. Madhan didn’t know it was his child, but he was also happy for us.

Two years after giving birth to my second child, I found out that Madhan had convinced my husband to have threesome with other women. I didn’t mind because I had been cheating on my husband with Madhan. A few months later, life became more exciting when Madhan told me he had been pressuring my husband to let him have threesome with me. My husband had felt obligated to let Madhan have sex with me because Madhan had helped him have threesome with other women.

It took at least two months for my husband to hesitantly ask me if I can have threesome with him and Madhan. I had pretended to hesitate for a few weeks before I told my husband I’ll do it if it makes him happy. He said he will be very happy if I have threesome with them. So, I made my husband promise me that he won’t leave me if I had threesome with them. He promised me that he’ll never leave me, and he was proud to have a wife who was open-minded and understanding. So, my husband invited Madhan for dinner on Saturday.

On Saturday, I was extremely excited. My husband asked me a few more times if I was willing to have threesome. I told him I’ll do it only to make him happy. He was happy and I was happy, but I pretended like I was not really happy. At about 5pm, I had a bath and dressed in a good Bandani Saree. I kept a Bindi and let my Mangalsutra hang from my neck and over my chest, above my Saree. I told my husband to remember that I was his wife every time he saw the Mangalsutra. He told me he doesn’t have to see it to remember, but I still wanted to make sure he could see it for the rest of the evening, while he and Madhan had sex with me.

Madhan met us at our house at about 7pm. We drank whiskey for about an hour before my husband made the first move. He sat down next to me on the sofa and began kissing me and fondling parts of my body. After some time, he called Madhan. Madhan sat next to me and began kissing me and fondling my body. We were all high on Whiskey, so things sped up and we ended up in the bedroom. My husband lay down on the bed naked. I removed my panty, and I lifted my Saree and petticoat. I straddled on top of him and took his penis inside my vagina. My husband kissed me, squeezed my breasts, sucked my nipples, and drank my milk. Madhan was behind me. He put Vaseline inside my anal canal for lubrication and rubbed it inside with his fingers. Then he penetrated my anus. It was little uncomfortable to have my husband’s penis inside my vagina and Madhan’s penis inside my anal canal at the same time. I felt the rapid movement of both their hard penises between my vagina and anus—on my perineal muscles, and for a moment I feared that it may tear because of the friction. But as pleasure completely took over me, I ignored the pain and focused on the pleasure. My anus was soon filled with a familiar pleasure that I rarely experienced only when having anal sex. It felt as though the walls of my anal canal were being massaged and it was a satisfying feeling. All of us orgasmed quickly that night. The two men I love ejaculated inside me together for the first time. After we finished, the men went to sleep next to me.

On Sunday morning, I woke up early and made breakfast. Madhan stayed with us on Sunday. We had breakfast together. After breakfast, my husband and Madhan had sex with me. It was difficult to take care of the children and have sex with their fathers in my free time but I somehow managed.

My husband and Madhan decided to take me and the children out for lunch. So, I was relieved that I didn’t have to cook. We went to a good restaurant and had lunch. After lunch, we returned home at 2:15pm. My husband and my children wanted to have a short nap. Madhan and I went to the guest bedroom and had sex. He was so sexually desperate to have sex with me even after having sex with me in the morning. I sucked his penis and calmed him down. He penetrated my anus and vagina, but he ejaculated inside my vagina.

After that incident, I became pregnant again. I don’t know who the father is for my third child. My husband didn’t care because Madhan had become like a brother to him. He went out with Madhan frequently to have sex with other women, and he didn’t mind Madhan having sex with me. After I delivered my third child, my husband invited Madhan to live with us. Madhan agreed and he became like my second husband.

Eventually, I was introduced to other men and women who loved to have sex with me. I feel so blessed to have two open minded men in my life who love me very much. I love my children and my children’s dads. And they love me, that’s all that matters to me.