Misc. Erotica Priyanka's Cuckold

[sri7869]

Super twist bro, update superb

[Curiousbull]

So elite swinging model it is.

[kangaani]

Even when sam is healthy, he cannot be a real man and satisfy his wife. Now he is half dead physically and mentally. Priyanka is an aspirant woman already unhappy with her husband. She can never continue to have a bedridden patient husband and earn for him. As one reader rightly said, this is the right time for her to divorce and throw him out of her life and find a real man for herself. Wonderful.

[jiljilrani]

Amaaaazingggg

[Lovecraft]

The story will take twists and turns that are unexpected from this point on.

[vaddadi2007]

Lovely story

[sri7869]

Next update please

[samcuck2]

Part 6
The last year had been hell on earth. I was like a child or a needy, helpless little old man. Before my accident, I was healthy and in shape. I used to played badminton and worked out at the gym. I felt like a good man. I had my M.Tech degree and everything was looking up. Now I struggled every day just to stay positive. Initially it looked as if I would lose all lower body function, but the one blessing in all this was that my injury was inflicted just below the hip. My arms, shoulders and hands were reluctant participants, but they were not completely useless, and there was hope for further healing the nerves had not been severed. My understanding was that the key was to relieve the pressure and hope for further healing. I could do simple tasks, but I exhausted easily, and I was clumsy beyond belief.

My gorgeous wife had been all too kind. She took care of me and was now the only moneymaker in our household. Sometimes I felt worthless, but I had to keep the hope. She had hired a nurse a few months earlier, and Anita was helping with everything. So things were now a little easier for Priyanka. The worst part was that I just couldn’t get around by myself. I couldn’t even wash myself. It was so embarrassing. I was also bored, stiff. I hoped at least to be able to work from home someday, but at the moment everything was on hold. Another major issue: our sex life was non-existent. I couldn’t get an erection and might never be able to again. My young, nearly 30 year-old wife had no real man to make love to her. This, above all else, broke my heart and spirit. I had to put it out of my mind. We had enough problems. The bills were adding up and the insurance covered too little. We were about to lose our home, and I had no clue what would come next. We could lose our vehicles.
Priyanka had needed to get a work a lot. Her modelling career was okay, but now she was working on the weekends as well. She was so tired, but we had no other choice. I was waiting for my light hug and kiss. I got this every day before Priyanka went to the work. She leaned into me and whispered in my ear, “I hope your day was okay, dear.” She kissed my cheek and turned to leave. “I have a busy night as a fashion week was starting. “I hope you get some rest.”
I couldn’t help but wonder about all the guys that must hit on her at that fashion event. It made me a little sick. She was so pretty and fit. She deserved the attention, at least. Where the heck had my life gone?

[samcuck2]

Part 7

It being Saturday, Priyanka was around and about the house. Anita, our home healthcare nurse, fed me a decent breakfast and later helped bathe me. Even as she ran a washcloth over it, my little shriveled penis stayed flaccid—as usual. No sensation at all. Anita was friendly, and I thought she was attractive enough that I might get hard if this torn body would allow it. She was in her late thirties and slightly overweight, but her face was pleasant, her hair healthy looking and brownish—not too much gray. She had a shapely round ass, and her tits were pretty big. As she leaned over me, she thrust them only a few inches from my face, and I couldn’t help wishing life had not dealt me such a hard hand.


ANITA

Priyanka was doing her makeup before going to work this evening. After getting cleaned up, I was wheeled into the kitchen. There she stood, braless, and her thick nipples visible through her tank top. She loves to be braless. Her denim shorts were looking good on her ass. She was holding a small white plastic bag.



She smiled and said, “You look better today, honey.”
I asked “Car all clean?” “Yeah, I’m just getting rid of all the junk that’s collected in the glove compartment and under the seats.” She tossed the bag in a nearby wastebasket. But she still had something in her hand. A card. She was about to toss it, but then she said, “I found this under my seat. Do you remember Shivam from the swingers’ party last year? He gave it to me as we were leaving. The card has been there for a year.”
I asked her to bring it over to me. “It’s just junk, hun,” she insisted. “I’ll throw it out.” She dropped it into the wastebasket. “We need to talk about the bills,” she said. “If we keep putting off the hospital bills, I think I can manage the others. For now. But it’s been tough,” she added. “I don’t know how long I can keep up this schedule.”
I hated these talks. Over the next hour we went back and forth, debating how we were going to manage without me working. Before we knew it, we were both raising our voices.
“I’m working 70 hours a week,” she said. “Sometimes I’m up until 5 a.m. doing some irrelevant shoots. I can’t do this forever.” I can’t do this forever was becoming her mantra. I felt horrible and so did she.
“We need to win a lottery,” I said, knowing how stupid that sounded. My wife smirked at me, too frustrated to respond. Little did I
realize that my ridiculous statement was the trigger that would start us off on the next phase of our lives.
* * * *
After she got home that evening, sometime after midnight, Priyanka must have dug through the trash and retrieved Shivam's card. The next morning I saw it on the shelf near the bed. It was Anita’s day off and we again faced each other at the table in the kitchen. Priyanka said nothing while she helped me eat my breakfast. As she wiped my mouth, I had to ask, “I see you took that card out of the trash?”
She nodded, sipping her orange juice and tapping her fingers on the table. Then she stood up, and I noticed how cute she looked in her green shorts and green tank top.



She picked up the card. “When you talked about the lottery yesterday, I remembered that conversation with Shivam. He said that I
could earn good amount,’ that a woman like me would be a ‘goldmine’ for these people.”
She sat and we just stared at each other. The card lay between us on the table. It read, “EMSE, A service for the Adventurous.” Other than that, it contained nothing but a phone number and email address. The silence stretched out. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore.
I blurted out, “What the fuck does EMSE mean, anyhow?” Priyanka’s voice was soft and gentle as she replied, “Elite Modelling Swinger Escorts.” I hung my head in thought. Was she serious about this shit?
She poured herself more coffee and walked back to look me square in the face. “After one of my photoshoot I plan to email them.” She waited for me to comment, but I said nothing. Without another word, she finished her breakfast and left the house. The rest of the morning and afternoon all I could think of was that card and the email she would write. Although the thought was worrying, it was also strangely exciting. I didn’t really believe she’d follow through, although I couldn’t wait to find out if she’d at least sent the email.
At 1 a.m. Priyanka had still not returned home. She must have many shoots again. Finally I drifted off to sleep.
* * * *
With some help from Anita, I can handle my own email correspondence. The week after Priyanka told me she was considering
emailing the swinger service, she had still not mentioned whether she had actually done so. After Anita set me up, I was able to search my wife’s sent email folder. She once told me her password and never changed it, so she either trusts me or has nothing to hide. The letter she wrote to EMSE read as follows:
I was handed this card a long time ago. The gentleman who gave it to me said I had the right look for your company. He mentioned that the pay was amazing, and I’ll admit that money is a major incentive for me right now. I am attaching a picture with this email and hope to hear more information at your earliest convenience. Thank you. Holy shit, my wife is a nut, I thought. In the picture, she was wearing
her sexy white saree with blouse smaller than bra.








She was fucking serious about this. But she’d chicken out once she heard more details, I was certain. Me ... In an odd way I was turned on by it all. Well, not literally, of course, but the idea excited me. At least I wasn’t quite so bored. I searched her inbox every day for the next several days. I had gotten a little better in my wheelchair as the time passed. I even found a way to do a few more things myself. Anita, my nurse, kept saying, “You will get better if you think positively, Samarth.” I kept her words in the back of my head day in and day out. Priyanka, though still overworked, was in a good mood most of the week. Late one night, she kissed me and even rubbed my chest. She too had noticed I was better. As bleak as it was, the whole situation had taken a turn for the better, and we all felt it.

She had the next night off for a change. She headed to bed. We had not slept in the same bed—not even the same room—since the accident. Having remained in the spare room by myself, I checked her email once again about an hour after she’d gone to bed. She finally had a reply from EMSE.
Hello Priyanka,
Thank you so much for contacting the EMSE. Our policy is that if anyone gives out our card, the person who receives it is taken seriously. That said, your picture is also delicious. The only way to truly inform you about our services and what would be expected of you is to meet in person. I will say this, however: you could probably make more money in one or two days than you are making now in a month. We have scheduled an appointment for you with a local representative in your city and state. Please arrive at 2:00 p.m. on this coming Saturday at the following address: —Be well, The EMSE Team
The next day, unaware that I had already read her email, Priyanka had printed it out for us to discuss. We discussed it at length, cried together and argued. Our emotions were all over the map. “I love you and always will,” she told me, time after time. Those words would ring in my ears for quite a while. But what she said afterwards would never go away: “Sam, I need sex, plain and simple. I’m too young to give it up forever.” “This is not just about sex, Priyanka,” I yelled. “The whole idea is downright dangerous.”
But she wouldn’t listen to reason. “If I can be successful at this,” she said, tears streaming down her face, “we would be able to pay the emi of this house and your medical bills easily.” That evening we went at it again—the same arguments, the same retorts. It was almost Saturday, the day of her appointment, and there was no time to spare. Wearing nothing but a lavender bra and panties set—the panties thong style—my wife made her way to the spare room. “Samarth, I promise I will be careful. In fact, why don’t we try and include you in the work?” She leaned down to kiss my cheek. I was unable to say anything.
How could I let my beloved bride, my young precious wife, be a swinger alone in the dark of night? An escort?
She got up on the bed and pressed her crotch into my face. “Lick me, my love,” she demanded. “I want more affection, more sex.” She slid her thong aside and my mouth probed her excited pussy lips. I did my best with my tongue, licking it about her clit. She was quickly aroused and panting. She grabbed my head and held on tight. ‘This is what I miss,” she whispered. “I need this, desire this. Oh honey, make me scream.” I could not breathe, yet kept going. She was wet, burning for my mouth. This small effort on my part had inflamed my wife. Perhaps I should agree to her new job, I thought. I loved seeing her like this. She was sexy and had a horny look on her face that said, I love sex. This was enough to make me try harder both at eating her lovely swollen pussy lips and, yes, giving her my
blessing to be an escort model.
“I’m coming,” she exploded. “Oh yes, Sam, you have me, you have me, oh yes, yes, yes!” She collapsed on the bed. Soon she snuggled up to me, and we held each other. “Sam, no matter what happens, let’s try and go through it together,” she said. “I just want you happy”
“Priyanka, I can handle it. Just look what I have to handle every day.” She squeezed my arm even tighter. Looking up at me with her big,
puppy dog eyes, she added, “I want you involved. I want you to travel with me, be a major part of the encounters.” She lay her head down now and we drifted off. We traveled away to another reality where our lives could be the way they used to be.
* * * *
Priyanka was tired. When Saturday finally arrived, she had just worked two hours. I arranged for the SUV to be adapted for a wheelchair; I hadn’t traveled in vehicle since the accident. The setup would be ready in a few weeks. Priyanka had the day off and cleaned the house. Anita came by to wash me; she also helped Priyanka clean. No one said much all day. I made the arrangements for the wheelchair access, settling on the proper lift via the company’s website. They came over later in the day to take measurements. We arrived at the point where she needed to dress and prepare for the EMSE meeting.
Priyanka showered and started to apply her makeup. Her black hair was getting longer and turning brighter in the summer sun. She had an amazing body and looked awesome buck naked in the mirror. Who wouldn’t want a hot model like that, right? Man I wished I had my cock back. Even my little dick would have sprung to life at what I saw in the mirror. She slipped into a blue denim and a white top. She accessorized the outfit with high heels. She was lovely. She assured me that, once home, she would recount everything in great detail. As she left the house for the meeting, I peered out the window, missing her already. I wished I could masturbate. But I had to experience my sexual agenda in my head now.

[killthecheats]

awesome, let her get screwed hard and tight in front her impotent husband.

[Rangabaashyam]

Is she going to start cheating or she started already, but acting as if she is still in love with her husband. 70 hours of work is 40 hours work and 30 hours sex.

[Kamuk Insaan]

At the current situation husband is in deactive.
I'm pretty sure that watching his wife's intimacy with her clients will help revive his lifeless penis.,,so that atleast he can watch them and masturbates.

[xbiilove]

awesome update

[Blackdick11]

So, finally wife has decided to become an escort.
It will be interesting to see how things play out for them.

[sri7869]

Nice superb update

[RJ668]

Dude, you are doing a fantastic job! Keep it up.

I'm curious to know the real intention of the wife. why is she taking her husband along with her???? why does she want her husband to be a major part of the encounters???? or is it the initial stage of her plan to make her husband a cuck gradually?

[qazmlp]

Is she going to start cheating or she started already, but acting as if she is still in love with her husband. 70 hours of work is 40 hours work and 30 hours sex.

  well said bro

[qazmlp]

Dude, you are doing a fantastic job! Keep it up.

I'm curious to know the real intention of the wife. why is she taking her husband along with her???? why does she want her husband to be a major part of the encounters???? or is it the initial stage of her plan to make her husband a cuck gradually?

Obviously she wants to earn a quick buck but also give her husband the enjoyment of the experience

[RJ668]

Hey buddy, when will we see the next update?

[Blackdick11]

Obviously she wants to earn a quick buck.......

Yeah,,,,the simplest approach to make a lot of money in a short period of time.....