Misc. Erotica Priyanka's Cuckold

[samcuck2]

Fabulous update! I loving it!
hoping that this will be quite dissimilar from the others in this category.

I kindly request that you take this story to its conclusion, and not abandon it halfway through.

Keep it up.

Yeah I will complete this story....I read a erotic western novel and that inspired me to write this story. You can say it is an Indian adaptation of that story.

[samcuck2]

Thank u so much for such beautiful narration,
Loved your way of writing and realistic approach.
Just keep updating new episodes and keep it in full swing and make the plot more innocent and shy kind of amateur swing for Priyanka

Thank u so much, thanks to the original writer of the story, I really liked his style of narration and thought there should be an Indian story on the same theme.

[Gopal Ratnam]

Awesome, go ahead

[samcuck2]

Part 4

Samarth went to gym at the health club the next afternoon. Afterward, in the shower, he watched men enter and exit. He felt embarrassed by his small and thin manhood, but he had to shower after working up a sweat in gym. Several of the other men were not much bigger—maybe thicker. Then one who was huge dick in next to him. This set his mind in shock. What a monster cock!

Priyanka would be wild for such a tool. Another guy walked by as Samarth finally changed to leave the club. He, too, was well endowed and thick. Again Samarth could think of only one thing—his sexy, fit wife who craved more. This weekend would be the true test.

* * * *

At home that evening the couple watched a movie together. Priyanka cuddled with her man. She was horny, and Samarth knew what would follow. She rarely sucked his cock, but before he knew it; she was sliding his shorts down and giving him a killer blowjob. She was so lovely. First she pulled her tank top off to reveal her braless and perky 34Cs, brown hardened nipples. She was quickly out of her thong, showing a small landing strip of black hair. Wet, excited and ready, she jumped onto Samarth’ lap, and in one drop took him full.

This was too easy. She tried to ride his small cock, yet it wasn’t enough. She climbed off him, frustrated. “Do me like this,” she insisted, turning around and bending over the coffee table. Her smooth, round ass pushed her husband onward. He grabbed his

hard cock and plunged into her with one push. He would fuck her as hard as he could. She played underneath with her pussy, aching to orgasm.

He grabbed her hair and shoved hard and harder. She kept up her own efforts, taking everything he had. All in vain. “Damn it, I can’t get off!” Priyanka cried out. She pulled away, lying on the floor, urging him to join her. He slid on top of her and kissed her deeply, enjoying the sweet taste of her mouth.

She begged for more. “Make love to me, Sam, make me a woman!” He tried hard. Really hard. There wasn’t much friction. He hardly felt her swelled yet widened walls. He could not hold off any longer. She cried out again, “Don’t stop, please don’t stop, keep fucking me, yes, don’t ever stop!” He pulled out and came, on her flat tummy.

“Nooooooo,” she moaned. “I want more. I need more.” She played with her swollen clit. She kept pushing and teasing it ... Finally she exploded with, “Oh yeah, I’m going to come, yes, yes, here it is, oh baby, oh baby, yes, yes, yes!!” She relaxed on her back and collapsed on the floor. Samarth thought of the shower incident earlier. Things could have been so different. He was still turned on, but his penis as limp as can be.

* * * *

On Friday evening Priyanka chose what to wear for the party the next night with special care. Samarth loved every minute of the fashion show. He had not realized how turned on he’d be by seeing his sexy wife pick out and model outfits for others to see her in. This ‘see her in’ factor excited him most. He imagined the men stripping his beloved wife with their eyes, sizing her up for sexual relations. Wow, he thought, Wow! Her firm body was smoking. And soon others would perhaps be touching it. He felt a hardon. He was nervous about the swinger party, yet seeing Priyanka in all these sexy dresses and panties and bra combos was bringing him to unchartered heights. He loved the idea that he would not be the one to perform. He would be just an onlooker—or so he hoped.

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She settled on a brown, low-cut, slit cocktail dress. She was a total bomb, she decided to go without bra and panty. Not many twenty-something-year-olds could pull that off. 

Saturday could not come soon enough. Samarth was too hot not to do something. He whisked his wife to the bed and dive between her legs. She tussled with him, but he held his ground. “I don’t want you to do nothin’, hun. Just relax and enjoy my tongue.” Knowing there would be no pressure on his little dick this evening made Samarth eat her more vigorously than ever. He licked and kissed her cunt, flicked her clit with love. She loved it. “Oh Samarth, this feels so good,” she could not help but cry out, in between moans of passion.

However, what she really wanted was a cock, a cock that might fill her hole, her ever-so-needy hole. Even at twice its size, Samarth’s cock could never meet her needs. She was close now. He had to keep going. A wonderful orgasm would result from his nifty work. She could not hold back. “Oh yeah, baby, don’t stop, I’m going to do it, I’m coming ... oh yes, please don’t stop, yes, oh yes, ohhhhhhh!” Seeing his wife in various states of undress, Samarth had made it his mission to see her explode. He could say, ‘mission accomplished’!

As Priyanka was cleaning up, she announced, “I need more clothes, Sam. I need to buy new panties and bras.” She stood naked in front of her husband, demanding his attention. “We need to go shopping together.” Samarth could only nod his head at this long list of her ‘needs.’

* * * *

The big day had arrived, and both Samarth and Priyanka were on edge. The party was in a some private farmhouse near Pune. The two-hour drive to the party seemed to last twice that long, stretched out by the tension in the air. Samarth was worried that he would be put on the spot. He didn’t want to perform. He felt inferior to most males because of his small size, difficulty lasting and problems keeping an erection. Priyanka seemed calm enough, though she was noticeably not herself. There was none of the usual happy chatter that always made their time together pass quickly, and her bright-eyed smile was noticeably absent. He knew she never would have come up with the idea of a swinger party on her own.

The gathering was at a big 4 star lodge with art deco fixtures, an oversized hearth and black leather couches in the lobby. The couple stood in line for check-in. With growing excitement, Samarth noticed other couples and single guys milling about. He wondered if they, too, were there for the party. He was proud to see them look their way, their eyes sweeping over Priyanka.

They had time to spare and, after checking in, decided to get a bite to eat. The lodge had a restaurant that would do the trick. Samarth and Priyanka spoke little. They were both more preoccupied with watching people than eating. They continued to speculate over who would be going to the so-called swingers’ ball later on. What about the men sitting at the bar? They looked presentable enough, but who knew what they really had to offer under their well-cut suits?

Priyanka was convinced that she was no swinger. She was doing this for her man. However, deep within, she felt something stirring. Since this was obviously a one-time thing, she might as well make the best of it.

The time had come. Samarth and Priyanka started to walk towards hall. A table was set out in front of the double doors, where two women were passing out nametags and taking money. The large banquet hall, with its elegant black and white décor, would have worked for the retirement party of a wealthy executive—nothing at all to indicate the nature of the event. A warm buffet was served on one end, not far from a circular dance floor.

It was well decorated, and clusters of black and white helium balloons attached to simple square weights formed the centerpieces of the round tables covered with white tablecloths. A DJ spun music at a booth in the corner, while an already impressive number of guests—enough to make moving about difficult—mingled. The pair made their way quickly to one of the few open tables.

In a matter of moments three people joined them. The one they noticed first was the woman—a beauty whose sleek, black hair fell halfway down her back. Her black sleevless blouse barely covered her back, and in front, blouse showed enticing display of cleavage.

Her husband, in contrast, was the type who was easily overlooked—about as colorless as the room but nowhere near as classy. He wore all-black—black slacks and a button down shirt—and his gray-flecked black hair was thinning on the top. He was about the same height as his wife, she was wearing three-inch heels. He greeted them with a simple handshake and a mumbled greeting.

The third person was a dashing black man—muscular and around 6ft3. He had a shaven head and a square jaw and greeted them with a smooth “Hello.” 

Despite the crowded room, many more people joined the gathering. Most were couples like Priyanka and Samarth, but a few single men roamed about as well. Priyanka locked eyes with Usman, and Samarth noticed how her eyes were continually drawn to him. “Priyanka, do you see something you like?”

She blushed, tearing her eyes away from the black gentlemen at their table. Then she smiled and grabbed her Samarth by the hand. “Let’s dance, darling.” After a few songs the pair returned to the table and chatted with the others. They learned that the couple were married and their “friend” was just that—a friend. The woman’s name was Sakshi and her husband’s, Shivam.

“Usman is my boyfriend, he is from Nigeria” Sakshi said. “Her bull, actually,” said Usman.

Samarth was at a loss for words. “Her b-bull?” he stammered. “Kind of new to this, aren’t you?” Shivam said.

Samarth nodded. “You don’t mind being called a bull?” 

He said.“Why would I mind? I’m proud of it.” Usman glanced briefly at Priyanka. “He’s her play toy,” Shivam said, which seemed even more demeaning to Samarth, although Usman didn’t seem to mind.

Another couple came to the table, putting an end to this particular subject. The new couple was friends with Sakshi and Shivam and they steered the conversation away from sex to ordinary topics—house renovations and vacations—that excluded Samarth and Priyanka.

Priyanka and Samarth left to help themselves at the buffet. “He’s so hot,” Priyanka gushed. Samarth laughed. “Who are you talking about?”

“As if you didn’t know,” Priyanka said with a giggle.

Just then the DJ made an announcement. “The karaoke content is about to begin,” he said. “I’d like to welcome all the sexy ladies who think they can sing as good as they look out on the dance floor.”

Samarth pushed his wife ahead of him and started to back away. “You have to do it, hun; you’re a natural.”

Several of the wives and ladies at the party of nearly two hundred joined the contest. The music began to play various popular easy-to-mimic songs. The DJ handed the mic to the first woman to accept his challenge and, even though she could barely carry a tune, she and everyone appeared to be enjoying themselves. At first Priyanka tried to rejoin Samarth, but he kept urging her on. Eventually she shrugged and fell into line.

Standing alone, Samarth was admiring his wife and eagerly awaiting her turn when, out of nowhere, a man introduced himself. “Hey there, I’m Prashant,” he said.

Samarth reached out to shake his hand. He was a solid fellow who might have once been a gym guy but obviously didn’t hit the gym quite as often as in the past. He look in the lineup of wives then looked back at Samarth. “My wife is out there,” he said. He pointed to a sexy woman. “She’s right there. Her name’s Muskan.”

Samarth liked her longish hair and the way her royal blue skirt hugged her curves. “She very pretty,” Samarth replied.

  But Prashant had his eye on Priyanka. “That your lady? She’s quite the babe.” Samarth smiled. 

"Let’s see how well the girls perform,” he said.

“Here, let me buy you a drink,” Prashant said. When he returned from the bar, he said, “I have to admit, of all the wives and singles at this party, our wives are the hottest.”

“You’re telling me,” Samarth said.

“What’s her name, by the way?”

 “Priyanka,” Samarth said with a smile.

 We both sipped our beer

Priyanka and Muskan sang well enough, but mostly they stood out because of their looks and charm. Prashant is right, Samarth thought, most of the people here are overweight or not that great looking. They certainly aren’t in Muskan or Priyanka’s league. Though Sakshi—the woman at their table—came close. The four of them chatted after the singing ended, comfortable, despite the newness of the friendship. The couples danced next to each other, exchanging glances and smiles, so that it seemed perfectly natural to change partners during one of the slow songs. The mood was lighthearted, and no one acted possessive or insecure. The girls got along well—no hint of rivalry or jealousy.

Later Prashant insisted they join them in their suite. The night was getting old and there really was no one else to interest Samarth or Priyanka. Samarth dragged his hand across his mouth, “I’ll have to see if my wife is up for it,” he said. “Give us a minute.”

The couple convened in the corner. “What do you think, Priyanka?” Samarth said. “They seem cool. I mean, there’s really nobody else we can party with, right?”

Priyanka, still dancing in place, was only giving him half her attention. In her hot dress and high-heeled sandals, she reminded him of someone else. “I can think of someone else,” she said. Samarth followed her gaze to where Usman stood, talking to another couple.

“Oh really, who would that be?” he said. Priyanka licked her lips and pointed at Usman. Samarth didn’t know how to react. What was his wife implying? Did she want to get with that tall, handsome black guy? She had to be kidding. He felt sickly, jealous.

“Go over there, honey,” she urged, “and ask him if he wants to party with us. Tell him we can have a private party in our suite.” Samarth stopped. “I’m not sure what you mean, Priyanka.”

“Come on, Sam,” she whined, “I want to have fun, to get crazy.” She flung her blonde hair from her face and moved even more provocatively to the music—as though putting on a private show. She’s drunk a few too many, that’s for sure, thought Samarth.

“Go Sam,” she teased. “Go ask him.”

[Shivani sharma]

Loved the story

[xbiilove]

Very hot one.
When you are wimp and limp, you have to play only a pimp to your wife. Sams pimp role starts from here. He has to pay usman and give his wife too.

[Kamuk Insaan]

Excellent... Keep it up!!!

[Kamuk Insaan]

This is just my opinion...story is an Indian adaptation, right?
I feel like it would've been cooler if the black guy was actually Indian guy (with all quality and features of a Bull). We could've got a bit of desi flavor from it.

[samcuck2]

This is just my opinion...story is an Indian adaptation, right?
I feel like it would've been cooler if the black guy was actually Indian guy (with all quality and features of a Bull). We could've got a bit of desi flavor from it.

I agree it could have been a Indian guy but there is a kink for black guys in Indian society too...

[xbiilove]

update soon

[EvilStone]

I agree it could have been a Indian guy but there is a kink for black guys in Indian society too...

Well you could always use writer's liberty to mould some portions of reality. 
Just like the movie Interstellar, let's agree to 95% of reality and 5% of our own fantasy.

Choice is always yours.

[sri7869]

Nice superb update

[Blackdick11]

She's horny as hell... she won't leave until she gets a good and wild fuck.

[zulfique]

wowww very hot

[Gandhi krishna]

wonderful bro

[sexymimiyang]

[levett]

pretty good

[Losliyafan]

When is the next update.

[samcuck2]

Part 5

Samarth dragged his feet as he made his way slowly over to the table. His mind was whirling, but he couldn’t put a finger on what he was thinking or feeling. It was all happening too fast. He was about to ask this african guy—a stud—to join his wife and him. Then what?

Is this guy going to fuck my wife? Maybe this was all a dream. He closed his eyes to try and block out the all the noise and ended up bumping into another guy. “Sorry,” he said, opening his eyes again. He would just have to go with it, whatever “it” was. At the table he put his hand on Yusuf’s shoulder. “Um ... ah ... could I speak with you in private?”

The tall african man stood up, towering over Samarth. “Sure,” he said.

The two walked far enough away from the table to be out of music. “I don’t know how to say this,” Samarth said. “Priyanka ... my wife ... thinks you’re, uh, great-looking. Would you by any chance be will-, I mean, interested, in joining us in our room? I don’t know if you have plans or—”

“Well, well,” Yusuf said, with a smile at his lips, “that dress on her tight little body sure has my mouth watering. What exactly are you offering here, Samarth?” Samarth swallowed hard. The guy knew Sam was uncomfortable and didn’t seem inclined to make this task any easier. “I mean,” Yusuf went on, shifting his feet to assume a more swaggering stance, “are you asking me to come to your suite, undress your hot wife, and fuck her hard?”

Samarth knees just about gave out, as Yusuf’s words hit home, rocking his world. He caught himself on the chair, nearly sitting it, as the man loomed over him, still managing to keep a straight face, more or less. Was that really what he was asking? “Um, yes, I guess so,” he heard himself say, “ah, I guess it’s ... it’s what she wants.”

The african man was enjoying the banter. “You think she can handle a man like me, Samarth?”

Samarth was taken aback. Was the guy mocking him? Probably. Think of Priyanka, he reminded himself. This is about her. The words tumbled out, “She’s very sexual and can handle a lot.” 

“Oh really,” Yusuf laughed. “Can she handle a ten-inch fat circumcised cock, one that goes all night? I’ll bang her off the walls, my friend.” Samarth was dizzy. How much alcohol has he consumed? No, this wasn’t about being drunk. In some sick way, the guy’s words were turning him on. What the hell was he doing? He took a step to walk away, but then heard more words come out of his own mouth. “She always wants more from me, and I can’t ... she craves more ... a deeper satisfaction.”

Yusuf got right to the point, “Oh is that so? Well, I must say, I’m honored to be the chosen one. However, the couple I’m with are my dates for the night. I’ve been providing a ‘deeper satisfaction’ for Sakshi over there for almost two years now. She, too, wants more than her pathetic husband can give.”

Samarth heart sank. Here he was humiliating himself, and he still wasn’t going to get Yusuf for Priyanka. He tried to act if it was no big deal, and the two parted with a friendly handshake. Samarth headed back to his anxiously waiting wife.

“Honey,” he said, “the guy was tempted, but he’s already been ... claimed for the night. He did call you ‘mouth-watering’ ...” At the compliment, Priyanka’s lips parted. Her little gasp of passion soon turned into a sigh of disappointment.

Just then Prashant and Muskan butted in. “Okay you two,” Muskan said, “our suite is waiting for some wild sexy couples’ party play. Let’s get a move on.” She grabbed Priyanka’s hand and the four left the party. A silence fell over them as they made their way to Prashant and Muskan’s room. Samarth was so preoccupied with what had just happened that he didn’t think to suggest they take a protection(condom).

Once they were at the suite, Prashant made drinks and turned the music up high—more pop music from the 80s and 90s. After two drinks on top of all the wine he’d drunk earlier, Samarth started to experience the scene through a surreal haze.

Another couple…I think they were south Indian—short but attractive enough had entered the suite. Had someone turned up the heat? Everyone but Samarth had stripped down to their underwear. They were touching each other casually, smoothing fingertips down arms, sliding arms around waists. Light kisses were followed by a deep, merging of tongues. Priyanka was no different, she was peeling off her bra to reveal her perfect breasts. Samarth shut his eyes. Oh God ... he was going to have to perform in front of four other people.

The South Indian couple was already completely naked. He was a solid guy with a dark tan. His hot wife was sucking his thick cock before all their eyes. Her face was ordinary, but her body was smoking, especially her two big melons down in front. Kneeling on the floor, she slurped at his fat cock with almost theatrical enjoyment, murmuring words like, “Oh, that’s so good ... that’s it, fuck my mouth ...”

His cock jutted straight out, flowing in the air, as she escorted him next to the armchair. He sank back into the chair, and she mounted him, guiding his cock in and riding him hard.

Meanwhile Prashant was stripping off Muskan’s frilly white thong to reveal a neatly groomed pussy.  She’s a real swinger, Samarth thought blearily, wishing he hadn’t drunk those last two martinis. The next thing he knew, Priyanka was kissing him passionately, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth.

They were rolling on the king-sized bed next to Prashant and Muskan. What do I do now? Samarth thought, feeling his mouth go dry. Priyanka rolled away from him and latched on to Muskan. The two kissed. Holy shit this party is getting crazy, Samarth thought. Muskan pulled down Prashant’s underwear and pulled out his cock. He was larger than Samarth by at least two inches. The thickness, too, was impressive. Muskan licked his balls for a few minutes, then turned, smiling, to Priyanka. “Now, you,” she said. Priyanka’s head lowered onto Prashant, and both girls licked and sucked, tongues and lips occasionally meeting. Samarth, awed by the scene, started to forget his own self-consciousness. Prashant’s eyes were rolling back in his head as he gasped and urged them on: “Yeah, baby, do it, oh God, yes, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck ...”

The couple on the chair had turned up the volume, momentarily distracting Samarth from the two voracious girls. They had a free-loving fuck going on; the girl tossed her head about, long dark hair flying everywhere. She rode his man’s cock with such fury that their movements were a blur. On the bed Muskan could not hold off any longer. She pulled Prashant onto her and thrust his thick cock inside. He buried his face in her hair then found her face, planting kisses on her cheeks and lips and exploring her mouth with his tongue. Muskan grasped his ass cheeks and urged him to fill her, grunting and moaning all the while.

Priyanka was circling her fingers around her nipples, making them stand out, large and protruding. Samarth took them in his mouth one at a time, sucking, pulling, and nibbling while his wife moaned in pleasure. Things had gotten so crazy. Priyanka suddenly sat up and looked her husband in the eyes. They both seemed to wake up at that moment. She hugged Samarth and kissed him with more affection than passion. They shared a laugh.

“Sam, I think we should head to our own room,” Priyanka whispered. Samarth, who had finally gotten into the spirit of the action, almost said no way. But he also knew he’d never be able to perform in this public situation. “I love you,’ he told his wife. He took her hand and helped her off the bed.

 The other couples didn’t appear to notice as they took their clothing from the piles strewn around the room and quickly put it back on. “Thanks guys,” Samarth called out as he opened the door for Priyanka. “It’s been fun, but we’re going to have a personal party in our room.” They were out the door in a flash.

Priyanka had stripped Samarth naked almost before the door to their room shut behind them. On fire, she sucked his small penis near room gate. She shrugged off her own clothes, and Samarth kissed her neck and licked her everywhere. They kissed and kissed.

“I want you so bad,” Priyanka cried out. “This night has been so fun, honey.”

Samarth, relieved to find that he was hard, mounted his wife and pushed in. She was very wet and hot. “Oh baby,” Priyanka moaned. “Take me, Sam, take me.” Samarth had never been so excited. The party and the nakedness in the other suite had fired him up. He could hardly contain himself. Priyanka latched on and would not let go. “Don’t stop,” she cried out. “Give it to me, deeper, harder, don’t stop. I love you, Sam, oh God, I’m so horny ...”

 Samarth came. He could not last any longer. Priyanka, still semi-drunk, howled in fury. “Are you fucking kidding me?” she screamed. She got up off the bed and stomped around the room. Samarth was humiliated and suddenly sober. “I’m sorry honey,” was all he could say.

His wife was still fuming. She grabbed a pillow from the couch and tossed it at Samarth. “For God’s sake, Sam, we just started. I want sex, I wanna fuck! It’s bad enough your cock is a little weenie, but at least fuck me for five minutes with it.” What should I do? thought Samarth. Should he go to the other suite and ask one of the men to come back and satisfy his wife? She really did needbetter sex. She needed it to last longer and she needed to taken, really banged, he thought.

“I need a cold shower,” Priyanka said, disappearing into the bathroom. Desperate to please his wife, Samarth knew he had to find her a stud—tonight. He dressed and left the room. People still roamed the hallway, but he found no one of interest. He wished he knew where to find Yusuf. The tall black african guy would be perfect. Perhaps he had finished doing his buddy couple. From a fellow swing party guest, he learned about the rooms that were available to all partygoers at this late hour. In these open rooms, people could play or just watch.

Beyond the open doors Samarth found mostly older couples and a few single guys frolicking about. The men were pounding into these older, slightly overweight women. Seeing nothing that he desired for his Priyanka, Samarth left and continued to wander about the hotel. He was amazed at how casually these swingers engaged in sex and flaunted their nudity. He was wracked with guilt. He had failed his wife. He found no one in the halls, lounge, or anywhere. It was too late now. He went back to his suite. He joined Priyanka in bed and faded off to sleep, unaware that she was masturbating. A black stud’s handsome face was the last thing Priyanka saw as she, too, finally drifted off to sleep.

* * * *

In the morning Priyanka, fully sober, sat her man down for a heart-to- heart talk. “I’m sorry, Sam, about last night. With all the drinking and partying and people ... You know I love you, right?” Samarth hugged her. “It’s okay baby. I’m fine. It was a wild evening.” Priyanka reached out and held both his hands. “I love you will always love you. We’ve been through so much. Nothing can change that. I know you thought this swinger stuff could enhance us lives, but to be honest all we really need is each other.” She leaned in to kiss him.

They packed up and headed to the elevator. “I want ice cream,” she said. “I crave ice cream!” He laughed, telling her to be patient. They would find a place to buy her ice cream on the drive home. Walking down the hallway, he sang, “Ice cream, ice cream, we all party for ice cream.” Samarth and Priyanka laughed all the way to the elevator. While Samarth paid for their room at check-out, Priyanka noticed Shivam from the night before coming toward them. He was the older husband with the pretty hot wife and “hot” black stud lover who had sat with them early in the evening.

“Hello Priyanka,” he said walking up to her. “It’s Shivam, remember? We met last night.”

 “I remember,” Priyanka said. “I was hoping to catch you before you left. I guess you are a model, Am I right?" Priyanka nodded in yes. He pulled out a business card and handed it to Priyanka. “There are not a lot of models that look like you. Those people run a very special service you should know about.”

She tried to pass the card back to him. “I’m not sure what you’re offering,” she said. “Samarth and I are not really swingers.”

He nodded. “I understand. But take it anyway. You might change your mind. They run an elite swinger model escort service. I mean, top of the line. You could make megabucks. A gorgeous sexy woman like you would be a goldmine for them.” Priyanka shook her head no. “It’s not really for me Shivam, but thank you.” Again she tried to give it back, but he waved her off. Not seeing a waste can nearby, she tucked the card in the side pocket of her purse and watched as Shivam made his way out the front glass doors of the hotel. Samarth joined her. “What was that all about honey?” “Oh nothing,” she said. “He was just saying hello and all.” Thus ended Samarth and Priyanka’s first ever experience in a swinging lifestyle. While getting into the vehicle, Priyanka pulled a card out of her purse, dislodging the business card. It found a safe, hidden spot beneath the seat of the car.

* * * *

A week later, Samarth was coming after giving a interview in a company when tragedy struck. A van, running on red light, had smashed into his car. He was rushed to the hospital. The situation was not good. Priyanka and the entire family waited in the hospital lounge. Few words were spoken and many tears were shed as they waited for some message of hope. The doctor finally arrived. Priyanka held her breath. “Samarth is going to make it.”

The entire room let out a sigh of relief. The doctor pulled Priyanka aside. “Samarth has suffered severe trauma. He has injuries to his body and head.” The doctor hesitated. Priyanka’s heart sank. “I need to explain this in much further detail, Priyanka. It would be best if you actually come up to my office where we can talk in full privacy.”

In his office, the Doctor continued the conversation. “I have to be up front about this,” he said. “The main injury is to the lower part of the body Shaking and crying, Priyanka asked, “What does that mean?” “The consequences of lower body injury vary depending on the type, level, and severity of injury,” the doctor explained. “It appears that Samarth has suffered a complete injury. His function below his waist level is lost.

“Oh my God,” Priyanka cried out. She nearly fainted. She could not stop crying.

The family was devastated. They were told that less than thirty percent of people with “complete” lower body injuries recovered. That morning Priyanka sat staring at the paperwork. In addition to loss of sensation and Dysfunction of the bowel and bladder. Sexual dysfunction. Loss of breathing capacity, Spasticity (increased reflexes and stiffness of the limbs). Osteoporosis (loss of calcium) and bone degeneration.

The list and paperwork went on and on. She could read no more. Several pages covered the use of drugs, listing all sorts of medications. Another page concerned occupational therapy. Priyanka could not stop crying. She thought her life would never be the same.

[opheliyaa]

Awesome. Now priyanka has to start filing the divorce paper work.