Zahid wanted Niyoga to breed his wife Rabia

Hello, this is Sumit back with another experience of mine. I have been a Bull for over a decade. I had just turned 19 when I became a Bull for the first time for a Cuckold couple. Since then, I have come across all shades of sex. I consider there’s nothing called taboo when it comes to sex.

I have met many people from all walks of life, enjoying all shades of sex. Today I see people discussing if cuckolding is the right thing to do. But the fact is that our ancient societies were so open that cuckolding was very well accepted. It’s also mentioned in ancient texts referred to as ‘Niyoga.’

Niyoga was practised in ancient societies. It was a consensual arrangement between the husband, wife, and a third party. It was recognised and accepted as a means to fulfil one’s duty towards society, family, and religion. The child born through Niyoga was considered a legitimate heir to the family.

The practice was not considered taboo or abnormal. It was seen as a way to ensure the continuity of the family lineage and uphold traditional values. Similarly, cuckolding in modern society may be viewed differently by some individuals.

In certain contexts, cuckolding can be consensually practised among adults with open relationships. It may be a way to explore and express consensual non-monogamy. Here all parties involved have given explicit consent and are aware of the arrangement.

For some couples, cuckolding may even strengthen their emotional bond and intimacy. It involves open communication, trust, and mutual understanding of each other’s desires. You might feel this information is unnecessary, but you will soon know why I mentioned it.

Because this experience of mine is vastly different to whatever I have had. But this particular experience was a lot different from anything I had. One evening I got a call, and the guy introduced himself as Zahid. He mentioned the name of Anirudh, one of my cuck friends.

He was from Delhi but lived in Bangalore a few years ago. After a quick talk of introduction, Zahid asked me if I had heard about the Niyoga system.

Anirudh and I used to discuss a lot of the society. The meaning of togetherness and freedom, Kamasutra and different shades of sex. I told him about Niyoga and how open our ancient society was during one such occasion. He found it amazing and dug a lot more information regarding it.

And since Zahid was married for 9 years and had tried the medical way to get his wife pregnant. But his wife Rabia’s body didn’t respond well to hormones. Hence, they hit a dead end there. Against this backdrop, Zahid was conversing with Anirudh, and Anirudh informed him about Niyoga.

He thought about it for a few months and decided to get his wife bred by a different seed. After 9 years of marriage, he had discovered that it’s the kid that matters and not how they had a kid.

So, discovering Niyoga cleared a few doubts and confusion. He made up his mind and decided that this was the way for him to go forward. All these had happened before he contacted me, and he quickly brought in the matter of Niyoga.

I told him, “Yes, and I have been a Bull with several couples. But no one enquired about Niyoga.”

Zahid replied, “Okay, Anirudh told me you are a cool chap. I can be open with you.”

Zahid explained that he had already discussed the idea with Rabia and that she was open to it. He had done much research and now only wanted a donor willing to help them. I could sense a bit of anxiety in how he talked. He was keen to make it happen as soon as possible.

He also told, “Since she is already 36, we aren’t ready to wait hoping for things to fall into place on its own.”

He asked if I would be free on the coming weekend. I told, “It’s not about me being free. Your wife should be fertile in the middle of her period.” Then he decided that they would start after 4 days of her periods.

“But how Rabia looks also matters. If her looks don’t match my liking, the sexual game might not be as exciting as it should be.”

Zahid said, “No need to worry about that. You will like her.” I took his word and thought will anyhow, see later. In some of my past experiences, I have had casual meetings with some couples and didn’t take it forward for various reasons.

But since Rabia’s “needs” were different, I felt it prudent to look at her before they flew to Bangalore. However, it didn’t happen, and neither I wanted to push for it. And the day arrived. They flew to Bangalore and settled down at a hotel.

Zahid had booked two rooms. They reached by noon and had settled down by the evening when I had been to meet them. It was around 6:30 when I met them in the lobby. I sat in the lobby and waited there. I hadn’t even seen Zahid or Rabia before that.

After some 10 minutes, I saw a couple getting out of the lift, a guy in his three-fourths and a t-shirt. His wife wore a yellow long skirt and a black coloured t-shirt. She was fair and had coloured her hair partially brown. She had that typical Muslim way of wearing mascara. I just thought that it must be Rabia.

I was observing her, and at a stage, she noticed me. I gave her a friendly smile. She smiled back, however, with a blank one. By then, her hubby was just by the entrance. I saw him picking up his phone, and he dialled. My phone started vibrating in my pocket.

It immediately confirmed that the lady in front of me was Rabia. I didn’t pick up the phone. Rather I got up and said, “Hello, Rabia.” Though she anticipated seeing a guy, she didn’t expect that guy to be sitting there and rightly recognise her.

“H…mm… yeah, but we haven’t seen each other earlier, right?” She asked me.

By then, I had taken my phone and saw Zahid’s name. He had walked out of the building, dialling me. I answered the call to hear, “Hey Sumit, where did you say you would be?”

“I’m already here, bro, talking to your wife.” Rabia heard it, and I saw a smile on her face. All her doubts got cleared now.

“Oh, is it? Where… are you?” he had walked a few steps back, “Oh, here. I got you, I got you” He returned with a brisk walk this time.

“So, how was the journey?” I had already cut a conversation with Rabia by the time Zahid arrived.

“Oh, you were here? I didn’t see you. Hence I was walking towards….” Zahid was a bit embarrassed for not noticing me. More than that, I noticed him before he could.

“Yeah, I saw how motivated you were towards your goal, not just the goal. You have to enjoy even the process of going towards the goal,” I couldn’t hide my smile then. In a blip, Rabia giggled. She had got it.

“Okay, now,” I continued, as I didn’t want to embarrass him, “how about having a coffee?” I asked.

He was about to go towards the restaurant. But I gave him the option of going to Malleshwaram and having authentic Bangalore food. We took the Hotel cab and went for a nice walk in the streets of Malleshwaram. Rabia felt the urge to do some quick shopping.

I helped her with choices while Zahid seemed busy looking at some office stuff on his mobile. Also, I felt he is always anxious about whatever it is. On the other hand, Rabia seemed to be uber-cool. Our bodies used to brush here and there a little bit.

But particularly once her boobs pressed onto my chest while passing across in a small shop. “Hmm, those seem attractive and inviting,” I told her.

“Shh, not here,” she hushed me with a wicked smile.

After some time, we went back. This time most of my conversations were with Zahid. He told me about their problem and what they have tried until now. All those times, Rabia was constantly watching me with a smile. When we reached the lift, he said, “Niyoga is our only hope. She is all yours from now on.”

As we entered the room, I held Rabia by her waist. I think she didn’t expect it. I sensed it with a slight jerk of her body. “So this beautiful woman is soon going to become a mom,” I said and got my hands into her neck and kissed her. She took a deep breath and held tight.

I felt goosebumps on her body. I kissed and caressed her neck and said, “Wait, there is much scope to get excited even more.” She smiled, stared at me for 30 seconds, and grabbed my face to start almost sucking my lips.

And then she asked, “Are you sure you will feel like a woman?”

“Yeah, I am going to turn you into a MILF,” I replied.

Zahid had meanwhile sat on the sofa. I was unsure if he had some work or was trying to be himself. He had opened up his laptop and started working.

“Are you sure that your work is utterly important?” I asked Zahid.

“Yeah, work is more important than me for him. Let him do whatever he wants, you come on,” saying this, she almost dragged me to the bed, pushed me and fell over me. We rolled on the bed, which pushed her maxi upwards. I put my hand inside her thighs and pulled it towards me.

And that’s when she felt my hard-on. “Haan! Already hard?”

“Yes, hottie, you have made me hard,” I smiled at her.

“Let me see how hard I made you,” she said. She started to feel my dick over my jeans. Then playfully, she put her hand inside my pant. She felt it fully in her hands when we were busy smooching each other.

I took off her T-shirt, and she was wearing a black bra. Her milky white cleavage was standing out. I touched her back and unhooked her bra with a flick. “Huh!” she exclaimed.

“What happened,” I asked.

And she replied, “Even I can not open the hook that quick. How did you do that?”

“It’s all because of the mood you got me into.”

She had firm 36C boobs with a pink pair of nipples which was already calling me to suck. I put my hand on her left boob. My mouth went into her right nipple. I sucked her hard nipples. I started hearing slight moans from her. Slowly and steadily, I saw increased volume as she moaned.

When I put my hand into her maxi, she moved her body on the bed like a snake in a pond. When my finger touched her clean-shaven pussy, she let out a loud moan. And now I noticed Zahid had closed his laptop and completely engaged in watching us.

I started fingering Rabia. Her hand went into my dick and started to give to and fro motions by hand. But as I fingered more, she lost control over her hands and moaned like gushing water. It would slow down murmuring and then suddenly get high.

Zahid got up, sat on the bed’s edge, and kissed her forehead. He asked, “Are you enjoying it, my dear?”

“A lot, meri jaan,” she said in a high pitch.

He caressed her boobs and said, “Yes, enjoy it, dear. It’s all for you,” Zahid added.

By this time, it was only a maxi over her. Even her panty had been pulled down in an act of excitement. His bare boobs with pink nipples were all in glory. I pulled her maxi down and took off my shirt. Rabia hurriedly opened the hook of my pant and pulled it down, along with my undie, in a go.

With the same hurry, she got down on her knees and started to suck my dick. Once and for all, she put her mouth on my dick head and started to suck it with her tongue in circular motions. Then slowly, inch by inch, she took my dick deep into her mouth.

After she took it fully into her mouth, she slowly took it back and repeated it three times. After that, like a machine just switched on, she gave me a blowjob in a perfect rhythm. She blew me for 10 minutes. Then I pulled her up and lifted her by the thigh.

She responded by opening her things wide and keeping her one leg on the cot. I touched my dick onto her pussy. I could sense she was making a slight up-and-down motion. After teasing her a bit, making my dick run over her pussy lips, I pushed my dick in.

She took a half breadth and opened her mouth. I pushed in some more and asked, “How is it, dear?” to Rabia.

“Oh, amazing, never had a chance to see such a dick since my college days. Don’t tease me, dear, do it, please do it.” She started pleading. I slowly took my cock out for about 80%. Then I pushed in again at the same slow pace and repeated it.

She took deep breaths in sync with my dick going forward and backwards inside her pussy. But soon, her breathing frequency went haywire when I started to give her a real bang. I banged her for 5-6 minutes in that position. She said, “I feel like my leg is losing all the energy. I can no more stand.”

I took out my dick and pushed her into the bed. I noticed Zahid had become bottomless and was holding his dick in his hand. I made her turn in the opposite direction. The hubby and the wife could watch each other and see the pleasure they were getting.

I now discovered that Zahid had some issues related to erection. His dick seemed good in size. But with only a half erection, it was in an impenetrable position. But he was wanking it watching the show. I stood on the floor behind Rabia while she was on all fours on the bed.

I rubbed her pussy through its length, and her body shivered slightly. Then she positioned herself by lifting her ass, giving my dick easy access to her pussy. I pushed my dick in, holding her smooth waist firmly. I added speed to my movements, and her sluttiness increased every minute.

It had been some 5-6 minutes in that position. I saw Zahid had increased his jacking speed and erupted with his still-not-fully hard dick. I continued pounding her while Zahid went to the bathroom. We were still in the same position when he returned after 5 minutes.

After that, I asked her to move to the sofa over there. She lay down on the sofa spreading her legs. I entered from the top of her in missionary. I continued pounding her in that position, and the cushion of the sofa was put to the test. She was getting a gush of orgasm every 10 minutes.

After screwing her like that for 15 minutes, I felt I would be cumming soon. I asked her, “Where do you want me to cum?” She told me, “I want to taste your jizz.” I stood up. She sat on the sofa and started to suck my cock. She also sucked my balls, and she felt excited to get my cum shot into her mouth.

After 3 full minutes of that blowjob, I shot my load. She didn’t stop her movements until she felt the last drop of my cum. Then she stood up and said, “You taste nice.” By that time, I heard Zahid, “What? He didn’t cum inside your pussy?”

“Arrey Zai, it will happen. This was just a warm-up session.”

And then we were together for a week before they returned to their place. After a month and a half, I got a message with a pic of the pregnancy test kit showing positive. It said, “Thank you so much. You changed our lives.”

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