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Aisha in Venice Ch. 06

By Aisha and Dan57

Interlude for Umer

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While his wife was enjoying a nice ride in Venice, Umer had tried to find a honourable outcome. His honour requested he put an end to the adulterous habits of his wife Aisha. Aisha on her side specifically insisted to write a chapter dedicated to her husband's training while she was away. I just beefed up her manuscript.

Shortly after Aisha departed for Venice, Umer had started making plans in his mind of what he would do to remedy a situation he clearly found to be totally unacceptable. His honour as a man was at stake and he knew that something drastic would need to be done in order for Aisha to stop being the wanton slut she seemed to enjoy so much being. It did not take long for Umer to decide that he would return to Pakistan, taking Aisha with him. There she would have no choice but to become again a good and devoted wife to him. Anything less would be unacceptable. Returning to Pakistan was not what Umer had really imagined ever doing, but given the circumstances, it seemed to be his best hope, and the sooner the better.

Umer's plan called for tricking Aisha. He would start out by letting Aisha's parents know that Aisha and he would be visiting them soon, and use their excitement and happiness at seeing their daughter, to put Aisha in a position where she could not say no. Once in Pakistan, he would tell her that he had no intention of ever returning to the USA.

While Umer was busy finalizing the details of his plan, Brad was doing the same thing on a plan of his own. Brad knew and understood that just as he was training Aisha, he would also have to train Umer. Aisha's willingness and eagerness had been a pleasant surprise. However, Brad was sure that Umer would not be anywhere near as enthusiastic as his wife had been. Fortunately, Brad had lots of experience in training other husbands so he had a fairly deep knowledge bank of information and tricks to draw upon. Thus, while Aisha was enjoying the charms of Venice, Brad was tutoring Umer.

Brad's first move was to approach Umer as friend, someone who wanted to talk and just make Umer understand that he was not out to hurt Umer, or Aisha. That was not entirely truthful, Brad have every intention of making sure Umer was put in his place, and Aisha became a true whore. But neither Aisha, nor Umer could have even begun to suspect Brad's true intentions. Brad was convinced that he knew exactly what Umer needed and he was going to make sure that Umer got it.

A few days passed after Aisha left and Umer returned. Brad let Umer stew a little. Then, the first Friday evening after Aisha's departure, Brad asked Umer to join him for a drink. Umer was not sure if he really wanted to, but felt that if he and Brad could talk like men, maybe this whole situation with Aisha turning into a slut would be resolved once and for all easier than he had thought! They met at a bar not too far from their neighbourhood. While nursing their scotches, not much of any seriousness was discussed. They just made small talk.

"- Well, Umer, how have you been keeping?" Brad finally asked.

"Fine, I guess!" Umer said ruefully, looking down at the table.

"No, you are not! If I were in your place I would be very unhappy and upset at how things have been developing!" Brad said forcefully.

"Of course, I am upset! In fact, I am mad as hell at Aisha, how dare she do that to me! I am her husband and I deserve absolute respect!" Umer sounded furious.

"Do that to you? Do that to you, Umer? May I remind you that it was you who cheated on her, remember?" Brad pointed out.

Umer snorted. "That does not give her the right to become a two-bit whore"

It was Brad's turn to snort. "Whore? She is learning how to enjoy her body and you are calling her a whore. What a terrible thing to say instead of being happy for her!"

"Happy for her! Happy for her! She is nothing but a whore, I have a good mind to divorce her." Umer took a big gulp of his scotch.

"Not a smart move, Umer, you do that and she will take you to the cleaners. You have no idea how mad she was when she found out about your affair! Moreover, you have hardly been the best husband to her. Yet, strangely despite all that, she still has feelings for you." Brad said.

"She has a strange way of showing that. Hurting me like this. If she really cared about me, she would forgive me." Umer sounded distant.

"She wanted to, but I talked her out of it." Brad said.

"Why?" Umer blanched at this latest revelation.

"Because I recognized her for what she is : a caged bird that needed to be set free." Brad explained.

"You had no right!" Umer nearly screamed.

"I had every right, Umer. Your wife is an amazing woman! To keep her imprisoned like that is a crime!" Brad now raised his voice. "She deserves more than what you had offered her!"

"No... no.." Umer stammered. "She is my wife, she should behave that way!"

Brad dropped his voice a little. "Umer she is your wife yes, but you are hardly a husband to her. Abandoning her often, cheating on her, leaving her totally unsatisfied in bed, with that little thimble you call a cock!"

Umer opened his mouth to say something, but Brad went on. "You are lucky she did not abandon, or divorce you! Yes she would have probably been disgraced in the eyes of your and her families and but she would be free, and wealthy, no judge would have let you off easy for cheating on her."

"But...but.... she should be a good wife like any women in our country. She has been polluted by Western attitudes!" Umer said lamely, unable to find a solid rebuttal to Brad's argument.

"Well that all depends on you now, don't you think so?" Brad said simply.

"What do you mean?" Umer asked, his mind a little abuzz with all the alcohol he had consumed.

"What do you think I mean?" Brad asked.

"I don't know, Brad?" Umer took another swig of his scotch.

"I mean be a good supportive husband to her, let her be free! And she will love you for it." Brad pointed out.

"Yeah right! That slut loves me?" Umer's words were slurring a little.

"She is not a slut!" Brad wanted to add 'yet' but did not. "Umer you are facing a choice now, do the right thing and all will be fine. Yes it will be tough on you for the next few months as you adjust to the new Aisha, but believe me, things will get better. Aisha will love you again, you know she has not abandoned hope yet!"

"Love me? Love me how, by denying me her body and offering it to any other man?"

"Well it's not as if you have done anything to deserve enjoying her body! And just because she denies you her body does not mean she cannot love you! You should feel proud that you are a big man, letting your wife be the truly sexual creature she was meant to be!" Brad tried to reason with Umer.

"I don't think I can. It doesn't seem right!" Umer whinnied.

"You can make it right, Umer. Let me help you and Aisha. I know I can. And you know I think deep down, you know that Aisha is right, that you are meant to be a cuckold!" Brad now slightly changed his tactics, trying another attack angle.

"What? Never!" Umer spoke up.

"Oh really? Then how come you did not drag her away from my house on that first evening when she came over with you? Or did not stop her when she was going to Venice? You could have done it easily, you know. Whether she would have obeyed is a different matter, but you could have made a real effort to keep her from leaving!" Brad argued.

"But... I.. mean...well.. She would not have listened!" Umer said lamely.

"Perhaps, but at least you would have been a man and tried everything possible. Instead, just like a good cuckold, you simply let her go!" Brad twisted the knife in the wound once more.

"I....I.....I...." Umer stammered. "I ...."

"No need to feel bad about it, Umer. Personally, I think not all men are meant to be dominant or sexually strong. A cuckold should feel proud of his status in his mind. It takes a special kind of man, who truly loves, and trusts his wife to be a happy cuckold. Aisha deserves just such a husband!" Brad's voice was softer now, and Umer stayed quiet.

"Look Umer, I am willing to offer you all my help in becoming a good cuckold. I know it will be hard on you for a while, but then once you and Aisha are over the hump it will be the most wonderful thing that could ever happen to you!" Brad could see his words starting to have some effect on Umer, who was still quiet.

"I can't, it's not right!" Umer whimpered.

"I am sorry to hear you say that Umer, but it still does not change the fact that Aisha has embarked on a path from which it will be impossible for you to turn her." Brad eyed Umer closely.

"I have a few plans in mind, I am sure I can!" Umer said confidently.

"You are living in a dream world, Umer, Aisha will never go back to how she was before : she is enjoying her freedom too much!" Brad said with the same confidence.

"Watch me!" Umer said.

"Oh really? And how exactly are you going to do it? What technique or tool are you going to use? From what Aisha told me, the tool between your legs is pretty useless!" Brad said, his voice dripping with cruelty.

"Hah! You have no idea what I can do! I can make it so that life for Aisha would be miserable, and this freedom you talk about would be a distant dream!" Umer spat out.

"You really think so? What will you do? Aisha has all the cards, Umer!" Brad's patience was wearing thin.

"I am the man!" Umer roared. "I call the shots. She will do as I say. I will leave her with no choice, just you will see."

"I am sorry you think that way, Umer. Your aggressiveness only convinces me that, deep down inside, you are nothing more than a cuckold! You are only trying to fight your true nature. When you should have acted, you didn't, and now when it is too late, you are roaring like a lion, knowing full well you are powerless to do anything! You will not control Aisha! The only question is do you want to keep your marriage going? There is nothing else you can do!" There was a sense of finality in Brad's tone.

"Tell hell I can't do anything! I can do a lot. You think I am powerless, I have more power than you imagine." Umer roared again, itching to put Brad in his place.

Brad laughed. "Yeah right! Let's face it Umer there is nothing you can do, short of divorcing Aisha! And, who knows, she might even welcome it!"

"I can take her to Pakistan!" The moment made the statement he regretted it. But the alcohol and Brads constant needling had got the better of him.

"Oh yeah?" Brad was incredulous.

"Yeah! Once we are there, she will have to be the traditional wife, and obey me, none of this nonsensical slutty behaviour! I am willing to overlook what she has done so far, but once we are in Pakistan all this crap about being free will be a distant memory!" Umer said confidently.

Brad picked up his cell phone and called someone. "Hi, Wendy, remember what we talked about? Good! Be prepared to do it at a moment notice! Good!" Brad hung up.

"What was that all about?" Umer said, feeling distinctly uneasy at hearing Wendy's name.

"Well I am sorry we have to do this, but you leave me no other choice. I was hoping you'd see the light of day yourself, and agree to everything, but since you haven't, I have to do this rather unpleasant thing!" Brad explained.

"What?" Umer felt a chill come over him.

"If you so much as look towards the airport, Wendy will call the police and tell them you raped her!" Brad said simply, taking a sip of his drink.

"But...but.... I didn't rape her!" Umer said defensively.

"I know you didn't but the police won't care if Wendy says you did!" Brad looked straight at Umer, who understood that Brad wasn't bragging.

"You can't do this!" Umer whined softly.

"I can, and I am ready to do it, Umer!" Brad did not allow any triumph to show in his voice. "Now, if you know what's good for you, you will do as I say!"

"What do you want?" Umer gulped hard and spoke softly, his confidence at his plan of going to Pakistan, long gone.

"Here." Brad handed Umer a small book. "Take this and read it tonight, we will talk more tomorrow."

"What is it?" Umer eyed the book suspiciously.

"Just take it and read it. I have to leave now, have other plans." With that, Brad got up and left, leaving an utterly dejected Umer sitting there, wondering how he had been so completely out-manoeuvred.

At home, Umer read the book Brad had given him. It turned out to be the diary or a man, who in a way had been in a similar position to Umer, but had willingly given in and gladly become a cuckold. It detailed the early months of his new relationship with his wife. The contents of the book, left Umer scared, aroused, disgusted, angry, upset, and dejected all at the same time. In his heart of hearts, he knew everything the author had written about his personal feelings, applied to Umer as well, but he just could not bring himself to admit it. Plus he was disgusted that any man would willingly agree to be a cuckold and do all the acts that this author had apparently quite happily performed and experienced. But then what choice did Umer have?

That evening, Brad called around 7 p.m.

"Hi Umer, so what did you think?" Brad got straight to the point! Umer kept quiet for a few moments, trying to formulate an answer. "Do you agree to my proposition or not?" Brad asked. "Did the diary of my friend touch you at a deep personal level?"

"Uhh... ye....no...well .... Hard to say really." Umer's voice was nothing but a hoarse whisper.

"I'll take that as yes!" Brad chuckled. "At least, you did not say an outright NO. So now here is what we are going to do..."

With that, Brad proceeded to lie out his plans for Umer and Aisha. Umer blemished, his mouth dry when he heard some of the things Brad had in mind.

".oh, and while Aisha is in training, I will ask Wendy to look after you. You know, sort of like training you!" Brad finished speaking.

"Wendy? Why?" Umer asked.

"I think it's important for you." Brad offered no other explanation, and hung up, leaving Umer to his thoughts, his mind already preparing for what lay ahead.

When he came back accompanied by Wendy, he accepted to reveal some of his reasons. First of all, Wendy was shorter and smaller than Aisha with B cups only. Brad told his new pupil. "Perhaps you should read the Kama Sutra, it's an Indian book but it's full of good practical ideas about relations between men and women. They say that there are several types of women and men depending on the size of their genitals! To be happy together, the sizes of the man and the woman must match. A woman's pussy may adapt to several sizes but there is a limit to that adaptation. If you are of the elephant class, you shouldn't try to copulate with a girl in the mouse class! Or of the horse class at the maximum, but I should have said the minimum! And the other way around, of course! You seem to belong to the mouse class while Aisha plays in one of the major leagues! You will never fit together! Wendy belongs to the dog class that can accept men in the mouse class and bigger. Unfortunately, penis enlargement surgery is quite useless. Really, the best option for you is to accept your human condition! Indian people call it their Karma!

Brad stopped and waited for Umer to fully grasp his point. Then he continued, "That doesn't prevent you from loving Aisha nor of being loved by her, just to have successful intercourse together! I am luckier than you are. I am in the horse category and I and have sex with dog type like Wendy or bigger types like Aisha but I couldn't fuck girls in the mouse or elephant categories. The first one would be split in two and the second class wouldn't even notice my entry!"

"What would you have had me do?" Umer asked softly, his mind in turmoil.

"Just what is quite usual for men and women in the west, have sex together before marriage and see if both of you enjoy intercourse." Brad said simply.

"You perfectly know that it's completely impossible in the country I come from!"

"Unfortunate! As you then have to try your luck and accept the consequences if fate doesn't favour your marriage!" Brad sighed.

"But you also said that Wendy didn't enjoy having sex with me!" Umer said.

"You are not to be blamed for that Umer. I had fucked her several times and her pussy has grown accustomed to my girth. It's hard for a woman to enjoy sex with a smaller cock, after she has been often given pleasure by a big one! Plus your technique and stamina also leave a lot to be desired!" Brad explained.

"I see your point!" Umer admitted begrudgingly.

"Good, Umer! You we are agreed then, you will let Wendy be your guide and companion, while I train Aisha?"

Umer swallowed hard. It's not like he had a choice in the matter. His heart was beating hard, when he finally spoke up. "OK Brad. I guess that's how things must be. But I don't know if I will be able to keep myself away from Aisha. I may try to force myself on her."

"Don't worry about that. Wendy will tend to your sexual needs as well as help you transition into your new role as Aisha's cuckold husband. I know she will be a good teacher." Brad said.

"Thanks Brad, but I am sure I can manage that on my own. I don't see why I need any supervision."

Brad nodded a negative. "Sorry but I disagree, Umer. The journey you are starting will not be an easy one. You will need guidance and support, in addition to having your sexual needs taken care of. I am sure it will even make you a better lover, but I think you have to accept that you will probably never be one to Aisha. I will help as much as I can. Consider me as your coach and I will try to lead you to sexual fulfilment with Wendy and make you understand what went wrong between Aisha and you! And trust me, it's not sexual anymore, it's more spiritual and mental. You need to let go of your antiquated, bourgeois notions of what a marriage should be and accept what it really is!"

Brad had expected that he would have to argue with Umer for a long time but it went much faster than he had expected! Maybe Umer wasn't so stubborn deep in his mind and really wanted to learn! He told Umer to take Wendy in his arms and kiss her. Umer seemed surprised, but obeyed. Brad then told his pupil to continue kissing the young woman but gradually slide his mouth from Wendy's lips to the base of her earlobe and to continue his downward move until his nose was squeezed between Wendy's breasts. She seemed to appreciate Umer's actions as she moaned in bliss. Umer had never found such a positive reaction and he felt immensely proud of his accomplishment.

Brad smiled discreetly. Umer's technique was just a little better than that of a 16-year-old brat. No wonder he had never been able to satisfy Aisha! Brad really pitied the poor woman! He then told Umer to caress Wendy's breasts, through her blouse and Umer obeyed without comment. Wendy's nipples had grown hard. They poked through her lace bra, making little pokes through her blouse. Umer smiled in bliss, not realizing that Brad, step after step, was starting the process of taking total control on Umer's sexual mind! Brad then whispered to Umer's ear to unbutton Wendy's blouse. She appeared with just her black lace push up bra. Umer tried to unclasp it but Umer told him it was too soon! He made him cup her breasts in his hands and massage them as if they were dough. Wendy closed her eyes in ecstasy and moaned in bliss. It was time to make Umer ascertain himself and give Wendy his first orders. Brad whispered to him and Umer obediently repeated the words, totally subjugated by Brad's superiority!

"Next time you'll come and visit me, I want you to skip wearing a bra under your unbuttoned blouse. I want to be able to know immediately that you've obeyed my orders to the letter and that I am free to play with your breasts!" Brad commanded Wendy.
Umer was surprised when Wendy just nodded. Brad then told Umer to unclasp Wendy's bra and help her out of it. He gasped when he saw at last the young woman with her tits totally naked. Wendy ran her hands in Umer's hair and ruffled it! Without waiting for Brad's order, she gave Umer an open mouth kiss. Brad seized the opportunity to teach Umer how to kiss a girl. It may look strange but Umer seemed not to know how to do such simple actions! When Brad called a halt to this lesson, Umer knew that this was the first time ever that he had properly, really pleasured a woman by his kiss. He seemed even at ease when his tongue explored the deepest recesses of her mouth.

Brad then told Wendy to lift up slowly the hem of her skirt and show Umer her panty. She did it in style but Umer wasn't watching. He got a reprieve from Brad and they started again. This time Umer didn't miss anything! Wendy was wearing bronze tights and it was her turn to be scolded by Brad.

"Wendy! You knew your goal was to seduce Umer and you are wearing such mopish undies! Next time, you should wear some elaborate suspenders with plenty of lace, ribbons and fancy bows, the kind of luxury details that would make Umer mad with lust and nothing else! I am sure that Umer will appreciate it!"

Wendy bent her head down in shame. Brad had trained her perfectly to accept any orders or reprimand! He was her master and he could make her do anything and walking from her house to Umer's with no undies but a suspender belt under a very short skirt would be quite discomforting to any other woman, but Wendy knew already that she would fulfil her mission with pleasure.

Wendy bent down to retrieve her clothes but Brad had other ideas. He told Umer to strip naked, then to kneel at Wendy's feet and take off her panties with his teeth before throwing them in the waste bin, where he said that they belonged! Brad's next order was for Umer to lick Wendy's pussy and make her cum. He managed to obtain a decent result at least. Umer on their first encounter had fucked her like a bull owning a new heifer and giving her absolutely no pleasure but under Brad's guidance, he was able to give her two major climaxes and a few small ones, a feat Umer felt inordinately proud. Umer wasn't very well endowed but his tongue and his hands were deliciously clever! Brad congratulated him, adding that Umer was learning well, and that he would be proud of letting Aisha have the freedom to take better-hung men than him to her bed! Umer finally nodded and thanked Brad for his help as he had just convinced him of letting Aisha enjoy other men. He seemed to have completely forgotten his plan of moving to Pakistan to regain full control of Aisha : he was really gullible!

Umer had fucked her like a bull owning a new heifer and giving her absolutely no pleasure but under Brad's guidance, he had been able to give her two major climaxes and a few small ones. Umer wasn't very well endowed but his tongue and his hands were deliciously clever! She now looked forward for another bout with him!

And that is how it went for the following days. Brad coaching and training Umer, bringing him along, making him see his shortcomings and using Wendy to reinforce the messages. And Umer finally began to accept reality for what it was and instead of fighting himself, he started to let go his false notions, just as Aisha had done with hers. Only for Aisha, it had been a lot easier than it was turning out to be for Umer, and he was still a long way away from being a true cuckold, but he was far enough along that Brad was no longer concerned.

"When Aisha will come back from Venice, I would like you to accompany me at the airport. You will act as my chauffeur. I will probably fuck your wife in the car and you will drop us here for a nice homecoming ceremony. I will arrange for Wendy to visit you every now and then, so that you can get accustomed to the new arrangements. . When Aisha will have come back, I may need your help on occasion, but Wendy will be there to take care of you, while I will take care of Aisha. You will be in charge of remembering the important days of your relation with Wendy, her birthday, the day of your first encounter, this day not the flop you have made with her. You will cook for her on these days her favourite dishes and you'll forget the dates concerning Aisha : it will be my job from now on!

Umer seemed resigned to accept the situation. Inside his brain, he was seized in a maelstrom of emotions. Part of his brain was willing to accept that he was meant to be a cuckold, but his mind was still not fully there yet. He consoled himself that at least he would have the right to fuck Wendy. What he did not know was that, slowly, Wendy would decrease the frequency of their fucking, while increasing the frequency with which he would be giving her oral sex. She had been told by Brad to work on Umer and tear down his walls of manhood. She was there to ensure that Umer was left in no doubt whatsoever that he was worthless as a lover. Only then would he be a total cuckold.

Brad set things up. "Umer, I have decided that you can fuck Wendy too if you want. It is a fact she would be most often unable to climax with a small cock like yours, so you will have to improve your other sexual skills to truly pleasure her. You think you can do that?"

"What? Oh Yes, Brad, you are most kind! Yes, I think I can!"

"Good! I will let Aisha in on the new arrangements when she returns." Brad explained.

Already Brad knew he had won a major victory. Umer had eagerly traded his very pretty wife for a much less attractive, or intelligent woman, and he thanked Brad profusely for it! Some men are not very good at bartering but, in this case, Umer had been slyly conditioned to accept an unfair bargain happily. The full collaboration of Umer in Aisha's total submission would be priceless.

Two days later, Wendy arrived for her second session with Umer. She found the two men chatting like old friends about Aisha's beauty. The two men spoke highly of her comparing her with a few modern actresses. Wendy took off her coat and walked between the two men, parading for their benefit. Without thinking to it, she caved in her belly, pushed her shoulders forward to enhance the size and the shape of her tits. She also swayed her hips when she was in the two men's view. She was doing everything possible to seduce Brad but Umer benefited of it too!

Following Brad's order, she had undone the three top buttons of her blouse, offering the two men a plunging view of her cleavage. Brad noticed with pleasure that she had omitted to wear a bra and he could see no hint of a panty under her very tight skirt. This girl had been well trained! Brad told her to climb on top of a table and dance for Umer while they were sharing a drink. She would remove slowly her garments, offering him a nice strip tease. Brad noticed happily the modest tent forming in Umer's trousers. Wendy had some effect on him, at least!

Brad told her to do it slowly in style.
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