Hello, my name is Sam. Let me tell you about this mad thing that happened in my life, starting when I was 22 years old.
I was working in that IT job in Bangalore, you know how it is. The days are so long and boring, sitting there looking at code on the computer all day long until your head starts hurting.
Bosses are always shouting about deadlines, as if you miss one minute, the whole company will fall apart. But the nights were even worse for me. I was still a virgin, no experience with girls at all. Just some awkward talks on apps that never went anywhere, like we had coffee and then nothing.
I would lie there late at night, scrolling through those shady WhatsApp sex groups, posting messages like “Any guy with a wife or girlfriend who wants to share? Message me, we can video call, I will show my dick, you show your wife, and I will fap myself while she watches.”
It felt really desperate sometimes. But the excitement, the chance someone replies, it made my dick get hard just thinking. My hand is already going down to stroke slowly as I wait for that message sound.
One night, I was tired, I was about to sleep, when a message came from this guy Arun. He was 45, from Kerala, married to Meera, who was 37. They were married for 12 years, but had no kids.
Doctors said it was his low sperm count or some problem like that, a motility issue that made it impossible for her to get pregnant. He said directly, “I want to watch you fuck my wife.” As he said this, my heart started beating fast, shocked, yes, but curious also. What is this?
I searched it on Google, “cuckolding.” I got pulled in, reading stories, watching videos of husbands sitting in the corner, touching themselves while another guy is with their wife, pounding hard, her moans loud in the room.
Like threesomes where the bull takes control, slamming her doggy style, her ass jiggling, boobs bouncing, she screaming more, husband watching with jealous eyes but turned on.
It made me so excited, my dick getting hard as I thought about being that guy, feeling her wet pussy tight around me, her body moving under me while he sits helplessly.
We started talking every day after that, and it became like a habit. We share porn videos, threesomes, cuck scenes where the bull fucks the wife hard, missionary with her legs around him, doggy with slaps on ass making it red, her crying harder, husband jerking in the background.
I sent him pics of my 6-inch thick black dick, foreskin pulling back easily, veins showing, pre-cum showing at the tip, that’s how turned on I was. He sends normal photos of Meera, her smiling at a family function, or in a salwar that fits her body nicely, nothing nude, but enough to make me crazy.
She looked so beautiful, tall 5’8″, figure 38-36-40. It made me imagine everything, big boobs pushing against clothes like they want to come out, round, juicy ass. I keep thinking about grabbing dusky skin that must feel soft and warm, like silk when you touch it.
Arun says things like “She’s your second wife now, bro. You’re her real husband, the one who can give her what I can’t.” Fuck, those words hit me, make me so hard I have to stroke right there. I imagine my face between her thighs, tasting her pussy juices, sweet and musky.
She moans, begging for my thick dick while he watches from the side, his hand moving fast. After a week of wanting each other like that, dirty talk getting dirtier, more videos that make me cum hard thinking of her. We decide to do it for real.
I booked a train ticket from Bangalore to Kerala; the ride is torture. Hours of looking out the window. My mind is full of fantasies, slowly removing her sari, sucking those big dusky nipples till they get hard in my mouth. I was sliding my thick dick into her wet, tight pussy, feeling her walls squeeze.
I thrust, her screams mixing with Arun’s breathing from the corner. My dick stays semi-hard the whole time, leaking pre-cum in my underwear with every shake of the train. I was anticipating, making me restless, pressing my hand down to calm, but it only makes me hornier.
When the train reaches, I call Arun. He comes on a bike, acting like old friends having chai. “Go inside, I’ll park the bike and come,” he says. Walking to the door, I see a woman in the next house window, curvy with long dark hair, looking out, curious.
Our eyes meet for a second, then she looks away. Probably a nosy neighbour, I think, doesn’t care much. My mind is full of what is inside the house. Meera opened the door, and the photos were nothing. In reality, she is something else.
In a red sari, hugging her body perfectly, fabric shining. Her height makes her look tall and sexy, big boobs up and down with breath, pallu draped to tease deep cleavage, round ass filling the sari like made for it, dusky skin glowing warm.
My dick twitched hard, and heat rushed to my groin. I looked at her, imagining how she feels under me. “You’re Sam from Bangalore, right? Arun said you’re coming to visit,” she said with a smile. Her voice was soft, warm with a Malayalam accent, making everything sexier.
We spoke about a train ride, normal things. But my eyes kept going to how her sari hugged her when she moved, imagining what’s under.
Arun comes in soon, looking way too happy. Sun still out, but plan set. “Bro, go to the room and freshen up,” he says. I washed my face and splashed water to calm my nerves. I changed into loose shorts with no underwear and a thin t-shirt. My heart was pounding when I came back out.
Arun and Meera are talking. Arun suggests drinks, “Obviously,” I say. Arun mixes vodka, soda, and ice in three glasses in a cold, humid air. Meera sits on the single sofa first. But to get her between us, Arun says, “Come sit here.” She hesitates, saying it’s too hot, waving her pallu.
Then the rain comes down heavily, thunder booms, and she shifts herself between us. Fan on, cool air on skin. Arun is guiding me. After a sip, he says, “Bro, taste Meera’s drink.” I lean in close, fingers brushing hers as I sip her glass, that touch send spark to dick.
“Tastes amazing,” I say, already buzzing from more than the alcohol. She gives a naughty smile, eyes away, shy and curious. They switch to Malayalam personal chat. Meera turns to him. Arun quietly takes my right hand and places it on her lower back. I rub gently, feel the warmth of sari silk.
Then I placed my left hand on the soft, curvy part of my hip. She sensed something, pushed my hand away lightly twice, and I glanced at Arun “What’s this?” But he subtly nodded, in his eyes, “Keep going,” so I did not stop. Slip my hand under her pallu, trace her navel skin.
I feel her shiver under my fingers, move up to her blouse, circle near her nipples, teasing the edges of the fabric. I could feel her nipples harden slightly. Half an hour, I keep touching her body over the clothes, squeezing her hips, pressing her waist.
I was brushing under her boobs, teasing her fullness, while she talked normally to Arun. But her breathing gets heavier, and soft sighs escape. Her body shifts like she feels heat too, thighs pressing together subtly. My dick is rock hard in my shorts, a bulge obvious, foreskin pulled back, pre-cum soaking the shorts.
Arun’s eyes stay locked on mine, silently urging on, tension thick, humid air. She finally gets up and stretches herself slowly. Sari slips, hugging her curves tighter. That round ass under the saree drape fuck, I swallow hard, already imagining grabbing it, spanking it lightly.
My heart beats fast. Arun orders the food from outside. We sit at the dining table, talk about casual things. But every time she glances over, her smile hits different. I can’t stop thinking, does she still feel where my hands were? Because I’m still feeling each and every inch of her.
After food, I go to the guest room for a quick office call. Finish, Arun says, “Your room has no AC, bro, so come join in ours, the room is cooler.” Arun takes the wall side, Meera on the edge. I slide myself between them closer to Meera.
Bodies damn close. I can feel her heat coming straight into me. Spoke for some time, then Meera yawned, “I am sleepy, my body is aching after drinking.” I say, “Do you want me to massage your legs?” Arun straight, “Yeah, do it, bro, she has varicose pain.”
I started slowly from her feet, thumbs, soles, calves, and knees. I can feel her skin soft and warm, giving under fingers. Fuck, this closeness is making dick wake up again. Five or ten minutes later, her eyes closed properly, and she slept.
Arun is acting drunk and sleepy. But I can see him peeking, his eyes half open, watching me. I slowly push her sari and petticoat up to her thighs, come out smooth, dark, warm. Fuck, just by seeing them makes me so hard, and it hurts. I keep massaging higher as my hand touches her pussy by mistake.
It’s completely wet. She was wearing pink panties, which were fully soaked. That sexy musky smell hits me straight in the head. I push one finger inside quickly and taste it sweet, musky. It tastes like fresh cum and honey, my shorts are soaked in pre cum now.
I move up, press her waist, her stomach, then grab her boobs over the blouse. So heavy, so soft, nipples already hard and pointing straight up. I want to suck them so fucking bad.
I can’t wait anymore. I unhook the bottom hook, slide my hand inside her bra, and take her left boob. It feels so soft and full, nipple hard against my fingers. My cock jumps, pre-cum all over my shorts. I open more hooks, pull the bra up, and her big brownish nipples are out now.
I pinch them softly, roll them with my fingers; they feel perfect. I’m dying to put my mouth on them. Her body moves just a tiny bit, like she’s still sleeping, but I know she’s not.
Arun quietly gets up. “Phone call,” he whispers. Then he looks at me and says, “Bro, go ahead and do whatever you want.” He leaves. Now I am alone with her. I was not having control. So, I went wild, fully opened her blouse, leaned down and took one nipple deep in my mouth and suck hard.
Her skin tastes salty and sweet is so addictive. I spin my tongue around it, bite gently, and she shivers a little. I look up Arun is peeking from the door and stroking himself under his lungi. He sees that I noticed him.
So, he comes closer and says, “Bro, do whatever you want. I will just watch.” He helps me to remove her panties. I suck her boobs harder now. She’s half-asleep, but her hand reaches down and starts stroking my dick slowly. The pallu is loose over her face, so she can’t see anything clearly.
Her hand moves my foreskin up and down smoothly. Every touch from her makes me throb hard. Pre cum coats her palm. I keep sucking one boob, squeezing the other. I was feeling the heavy warmth, nipples so hard and sensitive under my tongue.
Arun was really into her ass and kept glancing like he wanted me to do something. I gave her ass cheeks a few light spanks, then kissed the warm spots right after. Each spank made her body shift just a little bit, not fully awake, but feeling it enough to drive me wild.
Those soft slap sounds kept replaying in my head and made my dick throb harder. I turned her onto her back, spread her legs, and pushed in with my tongue deep in her pussy. She instantly grabbed my dick, pulled it hard, and took me all the way in her mouth.
We were in a 69 position, just like that, she was sucking me. I licked her clean-shaven, juicy, puffy lips that were already soaked. The taste was sweet and musky, so good I couldn’t stop. She came for the first time, quick thighs, squeezing my face.
Small jerk, warm, sweet juices flowing onto my tongue. The second hit stronger hips lifting, more hot cum pouring out, coating my chin. The third was intense; the whole body was shivering. Pussy pulsing against my tongue, a big rush of sweet juices flooding my face, and that strong scent everywhere.
Meanwhile, she deep-throated my 6-inch dick, tight, wet heat, squeezing me. I couldn’t hold back, and I came hard in her mouth. She swallowed every drop, not even a single drop wasted, tongue swirling around to milk me dry. I was left shaking, totally spent.
We checked the time its 5:30 already. Shit, we need to clear this fast before she wakes up and realises it. I hurried and fixed her bra, pulled the blouse back. I straightened the sari and wiped my face on the bedsheet.
She was still sleeping, breathing normally as if nothing had happened. Arun came back in super quietly. He gave me this quick, small smile and nod, and helped pull the bedsheet right.
Two nights left here. Arun goes, “Just sleep in our room again, bro, you don’t need to sleep in the other room.” I said, ” Yeah, okay, bro, “but now I am kinda freaking out a little.
That aunty next door looked over earlier when I was coming inside the house. Was it nothing, or did she actually see me through the window? What if she asks something about me to Meera tomorrow?
(To be continued in Part 2)
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