Adultery The Unwilling cuckold : How My Roommate Stole My Shy Wife (Completed)

[RANA ROY]

Very nice update.......

[Chotanunnu18]

Gr8 update please humiliate ketan some more.

[Dinesh Raveendran]

The wives are silently getting the fuck from the paramours after just looking at the husbands. They did not care what the husband think and what they are going through. It means that these woman never love their husbands and keep them only for society.

[zulfique]

The end of ketan is almost near and Ananya will poison him after this. 

[Suresh@123]

The end of ketan is almost near and Ananya will poison him after this. 

[Suresh@123]

Pls update today as sunday

[Vishal Ramana]

Waiting for the climax. Please finish the story soon betacucky

[53saam]

Good Evening Betacucky ,

Please continue the story and give us the next update soon.

[Paty@123]

Update plz sir

[Santhosh Stanley]

Will ketan kill himself or unwillingly drink the urine and eat the shit of these three bastards and their two bitches.

[Betacucky]

The door creaked softly as Manavi stepped into the dimly lit room, pausing to let her eyes adjust. Her phone, already recording, swung gently at her side before she raised it deliberately. She scanned the room slowly, the lens focusing first on Ananya and then on Ketan, capturing the stark contrast in their expressions. Her movements were methodical, almost reverent, as if she were documenting a sacred ritual. 

As Ketan caught her gaze, she gave him a small nod, her expression unreadable but her intentions clear as she continued to capture every moment. "Neeraj and Simran have left, it's just us now," she whispered, almost as an afterthought, "and we have all night."

Manavi went near the bed, her phone already recording. She focused the lens deliberately on Ketan, capturing his flushed face and the chaotic scene behind him. 'Make sure you smile for the camera, Ketan,' she said with a steady calmness, her voice a stark contrast to the turmoil in the room. 'We wouldn’t want to miss capturing the moment your wife forgets you exist.

The realization that they were now completely alone, with no interruptions, added an even wilder edge to the debauchery. Ananya, now fully lost in her dual pleasure, screamed out as another orgasm washed over her, her body shaking uncontrollably. "Ahhhhh! Oh my God! Please don't stop!" she cried out, her voice a desperate plea mixed with ecstasy.

As Asif and Anand momentarily slowed their pace, Asif caught Ketan’s eye with a devilish grin. "Ketan, why don't you come over here and make yourself useful?" he jeered, pulling out a black marker from the side table. Tossing it to Ketan, he commanded, "Write ‘slut’ across her chest. It’s about time we etch your dishonor permanently, right?"

Ketan’s hands trembled as he took the marker, his face flushing with a mix of shame and reluctant obedience. As Asif and Anand momentarily stepped aside, giving Ketan just enough space, he approached Ananya, whose chest heaved with heavy, lustful breaths, her expression distant as she was still caught up in the intensity of the moment.

With a hesitant hand, Ketan uncapped the marker and wrote 'SLUT' just above Ananya’s breasts, the black ink stark against her skin. Each letter was a stroke of his own humiliation, marking not just her body but his surrender to the situation.

Asif’s laughter filled the room, cruel and taunting. ""Now, proclaim your shame aloud, Ketan. What have you labeled your own wife? Say it out loud" Asif demanded, his tone mocking, enjoying every moment of Ketan’s discomfort.

Ketan's voice cracked as he complied, the words barely audible, "It says...SLUT."

Ketan's voice was a mere whisper as he declared her his 'slut,' but within him, a tumultuous mix of shame and acceptance churned. Asif's laughter pierced him, reinforcing not just his submission but a growing acknowledgment of his own inadequacies, which seemed to pale in comparison to the evident satisfaction Ananya derived from Asif and Anand.

As Ketan recoiled from his task, the shame burning within him, Asif, with a look of mischief, silently gestured for Ananya to take the marker. Overwhelmed and distant, Ananya picked up the marker, her movements mechanical. Without a word, she bent down and began to write on Ketan's exposed, small shaft. Her fingers were shaky, and the space was limited, but she managed to scrawl 'CUCKY' in cramped, tiny letters along his skin.

Asif, unable to contain his amusement, burst into laughter. "Look at that, Ketan. SHe could barely even write on your tiny lulli. Read it, what does it say?"

Ketan, his voice a mere whisper, laden with defeat and shame, managed to say, "It says... Cucky."

Ananya stood up quietly and stepped back, allowing Asif and Anand to resume their positions.

Each act that Ketan was compelled to perform or experience  etched a line of shame within him, yet with each line, a disturbing thrill coursed through his veins. His hands shook not just with humiliation but with an unspoken anticipation. 'Is this wrong, or is this what excites me?' Ketan pondered, his heart racing with a mix of dread and a growing acceptance of his arousal at their control


As Ananya's body continued to move with Asif and Anand's forceful rhythm, Anand whispered something to her, his lips barely touching her ear. Though I couldn't hear the words, the immediate change in Ananya's expression told me they were nothing I wanted to hear. She beckoned me closer with a small gesture, and despite everything, I moved toward her, drawn by a mix of love and a dreadful anticipation.

'I love you, Ketan, more than you can imagine, but this...' she paused, gasping for air as another wave of pleasure overtook her, 'my body... it’s theirs now.' Her voice was thick with emotion, each word laced with a painful acknowledgment of her physical betrayal yet an emotional fidelity to him. As she spoke, a single tear rolled down my cheek, a silent testament to the agony and acceptance mingling within him. 'I need this, I crave this intensity that I never knew with you,' she continued, her voice softening, 'but my heart—it will always bear your name, even if my body does not.' Her eyes, locked on his, conveyed a deep love tainted with a heartbreaking resignation."

Asif and Anand maintained their relentless pace, each driven by a fierce desire to intensify her surrender. Ananya's cries escalated into frantic, high-pitched screams of ecstasy. 'Ahhhhhhh! Yes! Yes! Oh my God!' Her body shuddered under them, each wave of pleasure more intense than the last. 'Ohhh... ohhh... I’m cumming! I’m cumming!' she wailed, her voice saturated with overwhelming pleasure.

Amid her cries, Asif leaned close, his voice commanding over the din of her moans. '"Bolo, Ananya. Tell us what you are," ' Asif (encouraging Ananya): "Bol Ananya, bol ki tu ketan ki biwi nahi, Asif ki randi hai. (Say it Ananya, say that you're not Ketan's wife but Asif's whore.)"he insisted, his tone both demanding and provocative. Reluctantly yet caught up in the fervor, Ananya gasped out the words, 'I’m a whore,' her voice breaking with each declaration.

At that moment, Manavi, positioned at the edge of the bed with a camera, caught every second. 'Look here, Ananya. Say it to the camera,' Manavi directed firmly. With trembling breaths, Ananya turned her gaze towards the lens, repeating her earlier words, each statement punctuated by her gasps and moans.

Asif’s eyes sparkled with triumph and anticipation. ""Hindi mein bolo, Ananya. Tum jaisi sasti randiyon ko toh Hindi mein hi bolna chahiye, unko unki aukaat yaad dilaati hai (Speak in Hindi, Ananya. Cheap whores like you should speak in Hindi; it reminds them of their place.)" he commanded, his voice tinged with excitement. The room echoed with the sounds of their bodies moving in rhythm as both Asif and Anand thrust harder, knowing the camera was capturing every moment.

"Mai... Randi hoon, (I am a slut)" Ananya managed to articulate, her words mingling with moans as the intensity of the thrusts grew. Asif wasn’t satisfied yet. "Kiski randi hai tu? (Whose slut are you)" he prodded further, each word punctuated by his powerful thrusts.

The stimulation was too much, and I felt a shameful twitch, an involuntary response that betrayed my deepening humiliation. "Mai Asif aur Anand ki randi hun,( I am Asif and Anand’s slut)" Ananya declared louder this time, her voice resonating with a mix of resignation and arousal, each syllable interspersed with gasps and cries of pleasure

They directed her attention to Ketan, who was observing silently. 'Tell him. Tell Ketan what you just told us,' Anand commanded, his voice a mix of sternness and excitement. Her eyes locked on Ketan's, Ananya repeated her earlier exclamations. 'I’m cumming, Ketan! I’m a whore!. You could never satisfy me like this!' Her declaration filled the room, a raw acknowledgment that echoed against the walls, each word a testament to the depth of her unraveling under their control."

With the camera capturing every angle, Ananya’s moans echoed through the room, 'Ohhh... yes! Ahhh... oh God, so good!' Her voice cracked as her body rocked in time with their movements, 'Please... ahhh... deeper... nnnghhh!' The slick sounds of their thrusts mingled with her cries of unrestrained ecstasy, creating a raw symphony of pleasure
As Ananya's body succumbed to yet another climax, the intensity of the scene reached a peak. Ketan, overwhelmed by the spectacle, felt a mix of humiliation and perverse excitement. This was his wife, transformed into a goddess of pleasure by the two men dominating her completely.

The room's tension peaked as both Asif and Anand neared their limits. Ananya, sandwiched between the force of their thrusts, moaned louder, her voice rising above the sounds of their bodies meeting. 'Ohhhh... Ahhh... Yes!' she cried, each word punctuated by the deep, powerful strokes they delivered.

As Asif's rhythm in her ass intensified, his breaths grew heavy and ragged with an impending climax.

"I’m going to mark you in a way he will always remember, Ananya," Asif growled low, his voice thick with lust. His movements became erratic and forceful as he drove himself deeper, nearing the edge.

With a fierce drive, Asif pulled back, walked towards Ananya’s face and positioned himself with precision. "Watch closely, Ketan," he commanded, as he aligned himself at Ananya's forehead, where a wife’s sindoor would traditionally lay—a sacred symbol of her marital bond. This was no tender gesture of a husband but a claiming of territory by a conqueror.
As Asif released himself with a loud, primal grunt, his climax erupted over Ananya’s maang, desecrating the sacred spot with stark deliberateness. Droplets cascaded down, some trailing across Ananya's face, over her closed eyelids, and down her cheeks, marking her in humiliation and betrayal.

Ketan, paralyzed by the sight, felt each drop like a sear on his own skin. The room, filled with the scent of sweat and climax, seemed to close in around him, each breath a reminder of his profound disgrace. Asif’s release on the sacred symbol of their marriage was not just a physical act but a deep, symbolic humiliation that echoed through the silence.

After Asif climaxed over Ananya's forehead, he paused to savor the shocked expression on Ketan's face. With a dismissive flick of his wrist, Asif beckoned Ketan closer. "Here, use your finger," he commanded coldly. "Spread it across her forehead. It's like you're erasing your own marriage."

Ketan, his stomach churning with revulsion and shame, stepped forward. His hand trembled violently as he reached out. With one finger, he hesitantly smeared the semen across Ananya's forehead, each motion stripping away the remnants of their marital bond under Asif’s mocking gaze.

Asif watched, a satisfied grin curling his lips. "Perfect," he sneered. "Now every time you look at her, you’ll remember this moment. You erased your marriage yourself, Ketan.

Anand, feeling the ripple of Asif’s climax, was spurred into his own final moments. 'Watch this, little cucky,' he taunted, turning slightly to ensure Ketan could see every moment. 'She’s getting all I’ve got!' His thrusts grew frenzied, desperate, as he approached his peak. Ananya’s cries escalated, 'Please... Ahhh... don’t stop!' echoing through the room as she felt the overwhelming surge of Anand’s release.

The sensation of being filled triggered Ananya’s own shattering climax. 'Ohhh my God! Yes! Ahhh!' Her body trembled violently between them, her moans turning into screams of ecstasy. 'Nghhh... Ahhhh... So much... Ohhh!' She felt every pulse of their release, the heat filling her in waves, her voice barely forming coherent words as pleasure overwhelmed her senses.
As they both finally stilled, spent and panting, Ananya lay gasping beneath them, her moans now soft whimpers of residual pleasure, she breathed, her eyes fluttering open to meet Ketan’s, who stood frozen, his face a mixture of awe and utter humiliation.

As Ketan stood frozen, the aftermath before him painted a vivid, debasing picture. Ananya's body, a testament to the night's depravity, was splayed open with a raw, uninhibited display of her most intimate areas. Her pussy and asshole, visibly red and stretched, oozed with the thick, creamy cum, each drop a stark white against her flushed, tender skin. The mixture slowly dribbled down her inner thighs, pooling onto the crumpled sheets beneath her.

Asif, observing the scene with a smirk of satisfaction, locked eyes with Ketan, his gaze heavy with dominance. "Clean her up like before," he commanded, his voice low and unyielding. The command resonated like a thunderclap in the silent room, amplifying the humiliation that clawed at Ketan’s insides.

Ketan moved closer, his movements hesitant yet inevitable. As he knelt between Ananya's spread legs, the scent of sex—intense and coppery—filled his nostrils, a pungent reminder of his subservience. His gaze fell upon Ananya’s pussy, the lips swollen and glistening with a mix of semen and her own juices, her clit peeking out, engorged and sensitive. Just above, her anus showed signs of recent use; it was slightly gaping, revealing hints of its inner pinkness, and streaked with the residue of Anand’s cum.

With a trembling breath, Ketan leaned in, his tongue tentatively extending towards the erotic disarray. The first touch of his tongue to her skin was electric, salty and bitter with the tang of semen mingling with the more subtle notes of her own fluids. He traced the trail of their release, starting from the lowest point it had reached on her thigh, moving upwards, gathering the sticky substance with slow, meticulous licks.

Asif’s gaze met Ketan’s, unwavering and commanding. 'You have no choice, Ketan. Resist, and the videos go public. Leave her, and we’ll haunt your next bride,' he declared, the threat hanging heavy in the air. Anand's nod was just as menacing, his words a final nail. 'You're ours now. Forever linked to our will.' The finality in his tone left Ketan with a profound sense of inevitability.

As he reached her pussy, he paused, the reality of his act—cleaning his wife after she had been thoroughly claimed by others—sinking in deeply. Yet, driven by a mix of humiliation and a perverse sense of duty, he continued. His tongue delved deeper, exploring her folds, each stroke gathering more of the viscous fluid that Asif and Anand had left behind. Ananya stirred slightly, a soft moan escaping her as Ketan's actions tickled the raw nerves still pulsating from her climaxes.

Moving upwards, his tongue brushed against her anus, where the remnants of Asif's assault were more pronounced. The flavor there was sharper, an acrid contrast to the musky sweetness at her front. Ketan worked diligently, driven by the silent but heavy gaze of Asif watching every move. His own humiliation washed over him in waves, each lap of his tongue a stroke of degradation, each salty, bitter taste a reminder of his reduced standing in this twisted hierarchy of pleasure and power.

Ananya’s soft, involuntary movements responded to the touch of his tongue. Her hands reached down, fingers threading through Ketan's hair, guiding him unconsciously as she succumbed to the residual waves of pleasure. The room was filled with the soft, wet sounds of his cleaning.

As Ketan's trembling hands moved over Ananya’s skin, Asif leaned in, his voice a whisper laden with command. 'Tell your husband how things are going to be from now on.' With a hesitant glance towards Ketan, Ananya’s voice was soft yet resolute, echoing Asif’s words. 'This is permanent, Ketan. You need to accept your place. I will always be fucked by superior men, right in front of you.' Her words, though spoken by her, carried the weight of Asif’s dominance, making Ketan flinch with each syllable.

As Ketan absorbed the relentless assertions from Asif and Anand, his internal conflict transformed into a reluctant acceptance. Realizing he could never fulfill Ananya’s needs as they could, he began to see his humiliation not just as degradation but as a dark allure. Each word from Asif reshaped his identity, making him ponder deeply. 'Is this my true place?' he questioned himself, feeling an unsettling comfort in this newfound role.

As Asif and Anand relaxed momentarily, they strolled over to a nearby table where a pitcher of water and two glasses were conveniently placed. They each poured themselves a glass, their heavy breaths gradually steadying as they hydrated, their naked bodies slick with the residue of their exertions, muscles subtly flexing with each movement—a display of their undeniable physical superiority.

Asif turned back to Ketan, his gaze piercing and full of contempt. "Did you enjoy the show, cucky?" he taunted, his voice dripping with disdain as he glanced back with a mocking smirk. "Even Neeraj, another cuckold, has more to offer than you. Look at you, with that pitiful excuse of a cock. Say it. Say you enjoyed watching a real man satisfy your wife on your bed with his big, circumcised cock. Tell me you loved seeing even Neeraj outperform you. Say it, cucky."

The room was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, and the resonating sounds of Asif's commanding presence over Ananya overwhelmed Ketan. The humiliation enveloping him was complete and irrefutable. His voice barely pierced the heavy air, a whisper so faint it nearly melded into the echoes of their coupling. "Yes, Asif, I loved it very much," Ketan confessed, the words tumbling out as a declaration of his own devastation, an admission of the dark, voyeuristic pleasure he found in the utter degradation unfolding before his eyes.

Asif's laughter filled the room, cruel and triumphant. "By now, you must have realized, you can never satisfy Ananya like I can, or even like Anand could. You're not man enough, are you, Cucky?" His words stung, each one a deliberate strike against Ketan's masculinity. "Are you ready to admit it? Ready to accept that your wife needs real men to satisfy her on a regular basis?" The way he said 'real men' twisted the knife deeper, branding the reality into Ketan's consciousness.

Ketan looked up at Asif with a meek nod, his silent submission to the humiliating truth he laid bare. Asif's smirk widened as he observed Ketan's defeat, recognizing his acquiescence to this new reality where he was merely a spectator to his wife's pleasure.

It was at this moment that Manavi stepped forward, the camera still in her hands, recording every moment. "Ketan, look into the phone and repeat what you just admitted.," she instructed, her voice firm yet eerily calm. She focused the lens directly on Ketan, capturing the profound humiliation and acceptance washing over his face.
Under the relentless gaze of the camera, Ketan finally found his voice amidst the chaos, though it was laden with defeat. 'I am a cuckold, and I will always be one,' he declared, each word resonant with the weight of his acceptance. Manavi captured every nuance of his submission, her camera steady on his face as he acknowledged his new reality. "I cannot satisfy Ananya like Asif or Anand can. I accept that she needs real men to give her what I cannot."

As Manavi continued filming, the stark reality of the situation bore down on Ketan. With each flash of the camera, he felt a piece of his old identity being stripped away, replaced by the raw, uncomfortable acknowledgment of his new reality. Watching, initially forced by circumstance, had become a grueling test of his endurance. Yet, as the evening unfolded, his resistance began to wane. The sight of Ananya, so lost in her ecstasy, stirred something unexpected within him. The sounds, the sights, the undeniable evidence of her satisfaction made him question the very foundations of his feelings and beliefs about their relationship.

Here he was, tasting the remnants of the pleasure others had given his wife, witnessing the undeniable satisfaction that danced across her features—a satisfaction he had never elicited. This intimate moment, caught mercilessly on camera, was not just a record of her betrayal; it was a mirror reflecting his own deep-seated fears and desires. The bitter realization that he could never fulfill her needs as these men could was suffocating but also strangely enlightening.

As the camera continued to roll, capturing every nuance of their expressions, Ketan felt a profound shift within himself. The humiliation, once a sharp sting, began to dull, morphing slowly into a perverse sort of anticipation. He realized that his arousal was no longer just a response to physical stimuli but a complex embrace of the psychological thrill of his humiliation.

The woman he married, once shy and reserved, had been unveiled as a slut. She had been transformed, and so too must he. This weekend’s events had not only exposed her hidden desires but had also uncloaked his own. The initial disgust that churned in his gut had given way to a grudging acceptance, and now, to a disturbing eagerness. From an unwilling cuckold, Ketan found himself evolving into a willing cuckold, now craving the bitter sweetness of his own humiliations.


The End

[Paty@123]

Waste story, there should some revenge from these three people,and what for writer has written this, I don't know, where is the story

[fuckandforget]

If ketan had committed suicide for wanting to be unwilling cuck, this story would have been good. The end is disappointing. For becoming cuck, why to have a such a long wait.

[Gopal Ratnam]

I thought ketan would bounce back, but he is pathetic. Who is the hero of the story now?

[Givemeextra]

LOVED IT.  PERFCT ENDING. 




Hope you start another wife series very soon. Do inform here of your new threads plans



            

[Krishna@123]

Bad ending. At least in the last session there should have been some transformation in Ketan. It is unfortunate

[Chotanunnu18]

Best story I have read very good ?hope to see more

[Betacucky]

Waste story, there should some revenge from these three people,and what for writer has written this, I don't  know, where is the story

Nope. Not a revenge story mate as I mentioned long back. The writer has written this surely not to pander to your personal taste. 

Be kind and Thank You.

[Betacucky]

If ketan had committed suicide for wanting to be unwilling cuck, this story would have been good. The end is disappointing. For becoming cuck, why to have a such a long wait.

Will ask Ketan and let you know ;)

[Betacucky]

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