Previous Part: My sexual encounters: Becoming a cuckold – Part 1
Hi guys, this is Vinod again, continuing from where I left off previously.
Me: What the fuck?
He: Hey, sorry. I was just…
Me: You are just??
He: ok, ok, relax. Sorry.
Me: (silent, angry within)
He: (squeezing my nipple) Don’t be angry, dear. You yourself told me many times that I owe you, right?
Me: That’s different
He: What’s different?
Me: (silent)
He: You didn’t even invite me to your marriage. At least you’re showing me your wife, or not?
Me: (opened gallery in my mobile) Here are some of our marriage pics
He: Hey, she’s hot. What’s the name?
Me: Veena
He started zooming her pics – face, lips, boobs. Rubbing hands on the boobs, etc. I was feeling slightly uneasy, but somehow didn’t resist. Since we were both naked, I could see his cock getting hard again.
I was having mixed feelings within me. I saw that he’s getting a hard-on looking at my wife’s pics. He then held my head and pushed it towards his cock, and I started to suck his cock. He started making comments about her as I was sucking.
“Aah Veena, suck me deep baby, what a bitch you are. I want to make you nude and squeeze your boobs.”
He started squeezing my nipples. As I was sucking him, I was getting a picturization of him with Veena. He released all his cum deep inside my mouth, saying, “Aah, Veena, this is for you. Take it, baby.”
I left for home. After that, over the next 2 weeks or so, I met him maybe 6 times. Every time, the drill was the same. He takes my phone, gets sucked by me looking at my wife’s pics and fantasising about her.
As this went on, I too started feeling horny imagining it together. I slowly started feeling maybe it’s ok to let him fuck her. I told him about it and he felt very happy.
He told me to tell my wife about him and set it up. I said, “There’s no way I’m taking this topic with her, are you crazy?” We then had a discussion on how to make it happen, and together we came up with a plan.
The plan was: I would bring him home and introduce him as a friend who had shifted from Bangalore to Hyderabad. He will stay in our home till he finds a good accommodation.
I will change my shift timing to 2 pm to 10 pm. So that he will get some time alone with her every evening, and he can attempt to flirt with her. If he succeeds, fine. If it backfires, he will move out.
We thought this was a safe way to get about it. And that day I told my wife that a friend would be coming to our home this weekend. I asked if she was ok with it. She said yes.
Finally, the day came, and he came with a bag packed on an early Sunday (as if he had just deboarded a bus). We gave him the second bedroom, and he settled there. The day went by, casually talking, etc.
The next 3 days, I normally went to the office. On the 3rd day, I told her that my shift time has changed for the next 2 months. I will be working from 2 pm to 10 pm. Rajesh had a nasty smile on his face when I said this.
The next day, they both went to their offices in the morning, and I left after having lunch. Returned by 10.30 pm. It was the same routine for the next few weeks.
On every working day, he was alone with her for 3-4 hours in the evening. He slowly started getting close to her. He used to update me daily on what transpired.
Like how he complimented her. How he was helping her in the kitchen by cutting veggies and accidentally touching her. How he sat close to her when she was showing him our wedding album, etc.
He gained confidence that he was going to succeed. One day, he expressed his desire to see her in a saree, and she wore it for him. He was super excited that day, and he texted me that he was confident about that.
After that, for a couple of days, he said that he started touching her a little more obviously, and she didn’t react much. That emboldened him. He then came up with another plan for the next step: he told us to book a movie for this Saturday for the 3 of us.
“In the last minute, you drop out of it on some pretext and encourage us to go. I will make a move.” We did as planned. The movie was at 11.30 and I left home on the pretext of office work by 9 am. I told them to go ahead with the movie.
Whatever comes now is based on what he told me. He encouraged her to wear a saree with a sleeveless blouse for the movie and took her on his bike to the theatre. As the movie progressed, he wrapped his hand around her waist and started gently rubbing his hand on her waist.
She didn’t react, and then he squeezed her waist with more force and gently kissed her shoulder. She smiled back at him, and he moved his hand upwards and pressed her boobs, and landed a kiss on her lips. She too responded, and they romanced for a while till the interval.
Then they left the movie midway and reached home, and immediately started kissing each other. He undressed her with the mood already built up in the cinema. They didn’t do much foreplay, and he directly penetrated her and banged her in missionary position.
After the round, when she was getting dressed, he clicked a pic without her knowledge and sent me a message saying, “It’s done.” Seeing it, I had multiple thoughts within me. Like I was losing something.
My mind practically stopped working since I’ve seen that. It was planned all right. But the moment I got to know that my wife had been fucked by someone else, I felt low in a way.
I returned home by 5 pm that day. By then, they had another round, where they did a lot of foreplay, he made her suck his dick and all, about which he told me later that night when we were having drinks.
In the next part, I will share about how we opened this up with her and all. Your feedback is welcome at [email protected].