Adultery My wife through the lens of CCTV

[dragonslair]

waiting for the next update

[Pattaasu Balu]

hot and sexy

[tharkibudda]

Lets accept the fact adultery, cuck are the most preferred story by readers across all languages. This story is really going good. It has emense potential.. considering what will happen when wife returns back?
Will the affair continue?
Any other developments that will happen?
Most importantly wife is out to her parents house and so is Lakhan. I feel something fishy here.

Honestly my idea is for Husband to just watch everything that happens where he could only see but cannot stop or change any of the past...lets see if it fits, i can write a post session of what happens after he watches all the remaining footage

[sureshReddy5489]

Honestly my idea is for Husband to just watch everything that happens where he could only see but cannot stop or change any of the past...lets see if it fits, i can write a post session of what happens after he watches all the remaining footage

Yeah, he cannot change the past but can use that as an opportunity to turn into cuck. Can' wait to see what happened between Dhrishti & Lakhan through the CCTV lens.. Nice plot

[khemucha]

Honestly my idea is for Husband to just watch everything that happens where he could only see but cannot stop or change any of the past...lets see if it fits, i can write a post session of what happens after he watches all the remaining footage

There were times when husband was sent out of town frequently for work, so there is bound to be lots of masala in the tapes, but after that what ... that is the question.

Well as ProjectMP pointed out, she's gone to her parents and Lakhan Chand is out of town. Moreover, she has forbidden him from calling her so he has no contact with her. This can set up the stage for what happens once the tapes are exhausted ... if the author is interested.

It would become boring if the story goes on and on about the same thing and the husband just sits and watches ... without prejudice and seeking indulgence, here are some of the paths the story could take ...
a. the husband gather's his shattered ego and love and packs up and leaves his job and wife ... The end.
b. the husband changes jobs and brings an end to the dalliance and they both try to reconstruct their marriage ... the end.
c. he continues watching and sees an expansion in the number of her lovers - like the landlord saw his wife with multiple low class men ... but this would be the least desirable path as it would not fit Drishti's character as has been built up till now and cheapen the story. I thinks she should not go beyond becoming Lakhan Chand's mistress.
d. what he sees on the tapes arouses him and he gets hooked to seeing his wife with Lakhan ... he somehow learns that after staying at her parents house, she and Lakhan have gone somewhere together(the inlaws know nothing about Lakhan); he tracks them and manages to get access to another CCTV network. What he sees and hears there(Drishti's total and eager submission to Lakhan Chand's manhood) seals his fate. He returns to a promotion and before leaving for his next official tour switched the home CCTV system on again. The end.
e. to deepen the cuckold humiliation, toss in her pregnancy and his acceptance in d above.
f. he takes path b, but after a few years yearns for what he saw on the tapes(maybe he kept copies) and sets her up again with his new boss, but after installing a CCTV system of his own in his house.

The title does not suggest that she ever finds out that her husband is watching her extra-marital dalliances.

As I said, the above is without prejudice and with a lot of presumption. Will require continued motivation on the author's part. Given that posting updates even now seem a daunting task, is it even fair to ask the author this. So for now let me just enjoy the tapes unroll(as and when they do) and see how the story gets stitched up in the end.

[Projectmp]

There were times when husband was sent out of town frequently for work, so there is bound to be lots of masala in the tapes, but after that what ... that is the question.

Well as ProjectMP pointed out, she's gone to her parents and Lakhan Chand is out of town. Moreover, she has forbidden him from calling her so he has no contact with her. This can set up the stage for what happens once the tapes are exhausted ... if the author is interested.

It would become boring if the story goes on and on about the same thing and the husband just sits and watches ... without prejudice and seeking indulgence, here are some of the paths the story could take ...
a. the husband gather's his shattered ego and love and packs up and leaves his job and wife ... The end.
b. the husband changes jobs and brings an end to the dalliance and they both try to reconstruct their marriage ... the end.
c. he continues watching and sees an expansion in the number of her lovers - like the landlord saw his wife with multiple low class men ... but this would be the least desirable path as it would not fit Drishti's character as has been built up till now and cheapen the story. I thinks she should not go beyond becoming Lakhan Chand's mistress.
d. what he sees on the tapes arouses him and he gets hooked to seeing his wife with Lakhan ... he somehow learns that after staying at her parents house, she and Lakhan have gone somewhere together(the inlaws know nothing about Lakhan); he tracks them and manages to get access to another CCTV network. What he sees and hears there(Drishti's total and eager submission to Lakhan Chand's manhood) seals his fate. He returns to a promotion and before leaving for his next official tour switched the home CCTV system on again. The end.
e. to deepen the cuckold humiliation, toss in her pregnancy and his acceptance in d above.
f. he takes path b, but after a few years yearns for what he saw on the tapes(maybe he kept copies) and sets her up again with his new boss, but after installing a CCTV system of his own in his house.

The title does not suggest that she ever finds out that her husband is watching her extra-marital dalliances.

As I said, the above is without prejudice and with a lot of presumption. Will require continued motivation on the author's part. Given that posting updates even now seem a daunting task, is it even fair to ask the author this. So for now let me just enjoy the tapes unroll(as and when they do) and see how the story gets stitched up in the end.

Amazing analysis and perspective Khemucha sir

[Robert Smith]

Give the next update quickly bro

[tharkibudda]

There were times when husband was sent out of town frequently for work, so there is bound to be lots of masala in the tapes, but after that what ... that is the question.

Well as ProjectMP pointed out, she's gone to her parents and Lakhan Chand is out of town. Moreover, she has forbidden him from calling her so he has no contact with her. This can set up the stage for what happens once the tapes are exhausted ... if the author is interested.

It would become boring if the story goes on and on about the same thing and the husband just sits and watches ... without prejudice and seeking indulgence, here are some of the paths the story could take ...
a. the husband gather's his shattered ego and love and packs up and leaves his job and wife ... The end.
b. the husband changes jobs and brings an end to the dalliance and they both try to reconstruct their marriage ... the end.
c. he continues watching and sees an expansion in the number of her lovers - like the landlord saw his wife with multiple low class men ... but this would be the least desirable path as it would not fit Drishti's character as has been built up till now and cheapen the story. I thinks she should not go beyond becoming Lakhan Chand's mistress.
d. what he sees on the tapes arouses him and he gets hooked to seeing his wife with Lakhan ... he somehow learns that after staying at her parents house, she and Lakhan have gone somewhere together(the inlaws know nothing about Lakhan); he tracks them and manages to get access to another CCTV network. What he sees and hears there(Drishti's total and eager submission to Lakhan Chand's manhood) seals his fate. He returns to a promotion and before leaving for his next official tour switched the home CCTV system on again. The end.
e. to deepen the cuckold humiliation, toss in her pregnancy and his acceptance in d above.
f. he takes path b, but after a few years yearns for what he saw on the tapes(maybe he kept copies) and sets her up again with his new boss, but after installing a CCTV system of his own in his house.

The title does not suggest that she ever finds out that her husband is watching her extra-marital dalliances.

As I said, the above is without prejudice and with a lot of presumption. Will require continued motivation on the author's part. Given that posting updates even now seem a daunting task, is it even fair to ask the author this. So for now let me just enjoy the tapes unroll(as and when they do) and see how the story gets stitched up in the end.

Thanks Khemucha, you did a better analysis than me...

First of all, this wasnt my story but suggested by a Literoritca author. She initially suggested this as phase 2 of the famous "Who watches the watchman" but the author never replied to her and when he gave a weak ending to that story few years ago, she pivoted into a standalone story and asked if i can write it.

I said i saw a similar story where the husband puts a cameras as he suspect his servant masturbates to his wife's inner garments but ends up watching his servant forcing on his wife ....

Then I saw another story which was abandoned by another author who didn't answer my correspondence even

https://xossipy.com/thread-59781.html

But despite several attempts, due to lack of any support, I stopped writing as noone except a couple of them liked it.

So I dont want to put too much emphasis on this story and then if it fizzles out to the audience then I might stop as my other story.

I've left several open ends like "If he could recover the footage of previous owner"., " Why both left home at same time and she is not reachable", etc

For now, he is not a cuck because he is just watching past footage where things happened without his knowledge.

What he does later can be used to complete the story

[Robert Smith]

Bro this story has potential to be a masterpiece

[tharkibudda]

Tried my hand in AI

Moments before disaster

[sureshReddy5489]

When can we expect the next update bro?

[Projectmp]

tharkibudda sir - how are you generating these Ai pics ? We can also try and post them intermittently in the comments. It will be fun to see different pics.

[tweeny_fory]

wow what a huge response.. as the author had said, cuck stories are getting more replies and support and suggestions...

even i am too waiting to check what is going to happen

[tharkibudda]

Bro this story has potential to be a masterpiece

Thanks but this story is a bit too common and not sure if it will not falter in the later episodes.

BY the way, I have calls with clients until 11 to even midnight almost everyday. I can only write on weekends where I get atleast 2 hrs of alone time to focus on these.

So expect my updates every weekend or in many cases I might miss i had to go out for family obligations.

Just setting the expectations for others that this will be a slow update and you might need to be patient

[tharkibudda]

tharkibudda sir - how are you generating these Ai pics ? We can also try and post them intermittently in the comments. It will be fun to see different pics.

I tried so many places and finally found this

Perchance leonardo

You can give ur prompt like this from @tweeny_fory

"35 year old beautiful indian woman with transparent cotton blue saree and sleeveless cotton blouse sleeping on the bed, navel visible,mangalsutra on neck,"

also it has options to toggle. 

The problem is that this AI is racist. The moment you give Indian, it only gives dark skinned kaamwaali women.  To get beautiful north indian you would have to give Pakistani as prompt.

Since Nalini is south indian, it generated well.

[tharkibudda]

What caused Dhristi to be shocked like that?

[tharkibudda]

Stay Tuned for the Grand Opening

[khemucha]

Thanks Khemucha, you did a better analysis than me...

First of all, this wasnt my story but suggested by a Literoritca author. She initially suggested this as phase 2 of the famous "Who watches the watchman" but the author never replied to her and when he gave a weak ending to that story few years ago, she pivoted into a standalone story and asked if i can write it.

I said i saw a similar story where the husband puts a cameras as he suspect his servant masturbates to his wife's inner garments but ends up watching his servant forcing on his wife ....

Then I saw another story which was abandoned by another author who didn't answer my correspondence even

https://xossipy.com/thread-59781.html

But despite several attempts, due to lack of any support, I stopped writing as noone except a couple of them liked it.

So I dont want to put too much emphasis on this story and then if it fizzles out to the audience then I might stop as my other story.

I've left several open ends like "If he could recover the footage of previous owner"., " Why both left home at same time and she is not reachable", etc

For now, he is not a cuck because he is just watching past footage where things happened without his knowledge.

What he does later can be used to complete the story

That wife and servant short story is one of my all time favourite ... crisp and non-judgemental ... maybe after this one you can try to continue it ... we can discuss some ideas if you like ... its a very old story and I doubt you'll even know who is the original author, let alone trace him/her. one can just continue witha link to the old story.

A similar crisp and non-judgemental story is Jharkhand Style by Ravi Shikha on another forum, but halfway through, the author took off and completed it on Amazon. That story too left me with a sense of non-closure.

As far as your this story is concerned, make up your mind on a good tantalizing closure. That way it won't fizzle out. And you will feel satisfied with a job well done. You are not writing their biography after all. A very good example of a crisp tantalizing end can be seen in "I had to do it", a story in the English section of this forum. If you don't have the time for reading it fully, just read the last few paragraphs. My idea of the husband here switching on the CCTV system again in the end comes from that.

Another well closed soft cuckold story of a wife going astray and the husband knows where the couple pull through intact is "A Wife's Journey by abcxyz13" and its sequel "A Wife's Journey continues by abcxyz13" both posted by Ramesh_Rocky in the English section of this forum. But the couple are a bit free nd open minded in these, which is in contrast to the couple in this story so far.

Regarding your other story "Village is no place ..." the sex was too abrupt without proper build-up of the characters. And it was too non-consensual. The men are too crude and the scenes comes across as sexual assault. Physiological response to forced simulation is not consent or even reluctance. I for one did not enjoy sampling it. If you have a broader story-line for it, consider rewriting it. Else forget it as just one of those things.

I am writing all this because you have a flair for writing and have developed this story well. Great AI work, by the way, very apt. Look forward to more of it, but not at the cost of story updates. As far as update frequency is concerned, I for one never ask for updates because I know how hard it is to write even a paragraph. Take your time, dish out quality content, keep it crisp. You deserve to complete this story.

[tharkibudda]

That wife and servant short story is one of my all time favourite ... crisp and non-judgemental ... maybe after this one you can try to continue it ... we can discuss some ideas if you like ... its a very old story and I doubt you'll even know who is the original author, let alone trace him/her. one can just continue witha link to the old story.

A similar crisp and non-judgemental story is Jharkhand Style by Ravi Shikha on another forum, but halfway through, the author took off and completed it on Amazon. That story too left me with a sense of non-closure.

As far as your this story is concerned, make up your mind on a good tantalizing closure. That way it won't fizzle out. And you will feel satisfied with a job well done. You are not writing their biography after all. A very good example of a crisp tantalizing end can be seen in "I had to do it", a story in the English section of this forum. If you don't have the time for reading it fully, just read the last few paragraphs. My idea of the husband here switching on the CCTV system again in the end comes from that.

Another well closed soft cuckold story of a wife going astray and the husband knows where the couple pull through intact is "A Wife's Journey by abcxyz13" and its sequel "A Wife's Journey continues by abcxyz13" both posted by Ramesh_Rocky in the English section of this forum. But the couple are a bit free nd open minded in these, which is in contrast to the couple in this story so far.

Regarding your other story "Village is no place ..." the sex was too abrupt without proper build-up of the characters. And it was too non-consensual. The men are too crude and the scenes comes across as sexual assault. Physiological response to forced simulation is not consent or even reluctance. I for one did not enjoy sampling it. If you have a broader story-line for it, consider rewriting it. Else forget it as just one of those things.

I am writing all this because you have a flair for writing and have developed this story well. Great AI work, by the way, very apt. Look forward to more of it, but not at the cost of story updates. As far as update frequency is concerned, I for one never ask for updates because I know how hard it is to write even a paragraph. Take your time, dish out quality content, keep it crisp. You deserve to complete this story.

Thanks Khemucha for your detailed analysis. A well directed criticism is better than 100 praises. Maybe had someone said my village story was getting beyond the limit. I might have changed it than waiting for a response.

I've seen many stories in old xossip and Literotica lose their way because the author keeps adding more chapters because they love the characters built and it becomes stale. I hope i dont do the same even though I have a couple of characters to be added later if it goes well without upsetting the cart.

I can pull you into confidence if this story goes well and has a good readership.

I'll check the stories you sent when i get time and see how I can take inspiration from them

Thanks again

[tharkibudda]

Chapter 9 - April 13th - Storm Descends

As I watched my wife, Dhristi, still trying to recover from the orgasm she never wanted, my eyes were glued to her trembling body, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her eyes searched for any escape, any sign of hope, but the room remained as cold and unfeeling as the digital eyes of the camera that bore into her soul.

Suddenly, the piercing sound of a scream ripped through the room, so loud and desperate that it seemed to shatter the very fabric of reality. I jumped in my seat, the sound reverberating through the computer speaker and jolting me out of my numbed daze.

On the screen, Lakhan had somehow managed to rid himself of his clothes with an unnerving speed, now standing completely nude before the trembling form of my wife. His body was a grotesque parody of masculine perfection, his muscles bulging and veins popping as he loomed over Dhristi. His erection stood tall and obscene, a weapon of his depravity that pointed accusingly at her vulnerable form.

Dhristi's eyes widened in horror, her gaze locked on his massive member. It was almost double the size of what she was used to, and the sight of it had her trembling in fear. Her mind raced with the implications of what was about to happen, her innocence forever tainted by the cruel reality of this monstrous violation.

"Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "Mujhe Chod do." But Lakhan was deaf to her pleas, his eyes gleaming with a dark excitement that sent a cold shiver down her spine.

He practically leaped onto the bed, his bulk landing on her with a thud that stole the breath from her lungs. Dhristi's eyes widened in terror as she felt his weight pin her down, his erection pressing against her soft, trembling belly. Her body was still sensitive from the forced climax, and she could feel every inch of him, his heat branding her like a scar.

Lakhan's mouth found her neck, his teeth sinking in as he kissed her with a ferocity that was both terrifying and strangely exhilarating. She could feel his hot breath on her skin, his tongue tracing a wet path from her earlobe down to her collarbone. Dhristi tried to turn away, but his grip on her wrists was like iron, his fingers digging into her flesh as he held her in place.

He moved lower, his mouth capturing one of her breasts, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as he suckled and bit down. Dhristi's body jerked, a cry of pain escaping her lips, but Lakhan was relentless. His mouth was a vice, his teeth and tongue teasing her until she was sure she would bruise.

And then, without warning, he was between her legs, his cock nudging against her still-swollen clit. Dhristi felt a fresh wave of horror wash over her as she realized what he intended to do next. "No, Lakhan sahab, please," she begged, her voice a desperate whisper. "itna bada hai .Mar jaungi"

But Lakhan was beyond the point of mercy, his lust clouding any semblance of rational thought. With a grunt, he pushed her thighs apart, his hands like steel bars that she couldn't break free from. Dhristi's eyes squeezed shut as she felt the tip of his cock pressing against her entrance. She was so wet from her earlier orgasm that she knew there would be no resistance.

"You will not die, my sweet," Lakhan murmured against her skin, his voice a dark promise. "But you will never forget this moment."

With a brutal thrust, Lakhan invaded Dhristi's body, tearing through her maidenhood with the force of a storm. Her scream filled the room, the sound of her innocence being shattered echoing through the digital feed and into my soul. I watched in horror as Dhristi's eyes rolled back, her mouth a silent O of pain.

The digital Lakhan didn't stop, his hips pumping into her with a savagery that had her body bouncing off the bed. She was so tight, so unprepared for this monstrous intrusion, and he reveled in the agony he was causing her. Dhristi's eyes were squeezed shut, tears streaming down her cheeks as she bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out.

Her body was a canvas of pain and pleasure, a stark contrast to the gentle love I had shared with her on our wedding night. Her cries grew louder, her breaths more ragged, and I could see the tears pooling in her eyes. It was a sight that haunted me, a perversion of the intimate moments we had shared.

On the screen, Lakhan's thrusts grew more frenzied, his grip on her wrists tightening until she could no longer move. Dhristi's legs were splayed wide, her toes curling with each brutal entry. The digital Lakhan's face was a mask of pure lust, his eyes never leaving hers as he claimed her, inch by inch.

Her body was a symphony of agony and unwanted pleasure, her mind screaming for it to stop while her traitorous body responded to the intrusion with a visceral need she couldn't control. With every stroke, she felt her resolve slipping away, the pain morphing into something else, something darker and more primal.

The digital Lakhan was relentless, his hips hammering into her with a brutal rhythm that she was powerless to resist. The pain began to ebb, leaving in its wake a strange, twisted pleasure that grew stronger with each passing moment. Her moans grew louder, her hips rising to meet his thrusts, her body begging for more despite her mind's desperate protests.

The scene on the screen was a whirlwind of limbs and sweat, the digital Lakhan's muscles rippling with each powerful stroke. Dhristi's body was a blur of motion, her breasts bouncing with each impact, her hips grinding against him as if they had a will of their own.

The sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a cacophony of lust that was almost too much to bear. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, each one a dagger in my heart. Her eyes were glazed over with a mix of pain and something else, something darker, something that made me want to look away but I couldn't.

And then, suddenly, she screamed with an orgasm that seemed to rip through the very fabric of reality. It was a sound I never thought I would hear from my innocent Dhristi—raw, unfiltered, and filled with a passion that I had never seen in her before. Her body arched off the bed, her back bowed in a silent plea for more as Lakhan's cock pounded into her.

Even Lakhan paused, his thrusts halting mid-motion as he stared down at her in shock. He had expected fear, perhaps a little bit of pleasure, but not this. Dhristi's eyes were closed, her face a mask of ecstasy as she rode the waves of pleasure that crashed over her. Her nails dug into the bed, her legs wrapped around his waist as if she was trying to pull him deeper.

For a brief moment, the digital Lakhan looked almost human, his own orgasm momentarily forgotten as he took in the sight before him. And then, with a grunt, he resumed his punishing rhythm, driving into her with a fervor that seemed to be fueled by her unwilling passion.

On the screen, Dhristi's body was a canvas of sweat and tears, her hair a wild mess around her face. Her eyes snapped open, locking onto the camera lens with a look of such desperation that it was like she was pleading with me to save her from this digital hell.

The digital Lakhan took advantage of the newfound lubrication, his thrusts growing more vigorous, more intense. Each time he entered her, she cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure that was almost too much to handle. Her body was a battleground of sensations, each thrust sending waves of both agony and ecstasy through her.

As Dhristi felt the beginnings of a second orgasm building, I couldn't help but compare our own intimate moments. In the eight months we had been married, I had never lasted more than two to  four minutes inside her, my own inexperience and nerves getting the better of me. But here, this monster was driving her to new heights of pleasure, his endurance seemingly unmatched.

My mind reeled with the injustice of it all. Here I was, her devoted husband, watching from the sidelines as she was violated by this beast. And yet, even in this twisted nightmare, I couldn't help but feel a strange envy. Lakhan's ability to bring her to climax with such ease was something I had never managed to do, not once.

I could sense from the moans that Dhristi was on the brink of another climax, one that was as unwelcome as it was inescapable. Lakhan must have sensed it too, for his own pace grew more frenzied, his hips slapping against her thighs with a wet, obscene sound that seemed to fill the room.

Dhristi's eyes grew wide, her body taut as a bowstring. She threw her head back and screamed, the sound echoing through the digital feed and into the quiet of the room where I sat, a silent observer to her degradation. Her second orgasm was more intense than the first, her body bucking and writhing beneath his as the waves of pleasure crashed over her like a tempest.

Lakhan's own climax hit him like a freight train, his face contorting with the effort to hold back his release. But the sight of Dhristi, lost in the throes of pleasure despite her fear and pain, was too much. With a roar that seemed to shake the very walls of our house, he released himself inside her, filling her with his seed.

Dhristi's eyes snapped open, a scream of "Nahi" tearing from her throat as she felt the hot flood of his semen. The digital Lakhan's eyes rolled back in his head, his body shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm. For a moment, they were both frozen, locked in a tableau of lust and violence.

And then, with a final, brutal thrust, Lakhan pulled out of her, his cock glistening with their combined juices. He stumbled back, his breaths coming in great, heaving gasps. Dhristi's legs fell to the side, her body boneless with the aftermath of her forced pleasure.

To my horror, Lakhan calmly bent down, his cock still semi-erect and glistening with the evidence of his depravity. He took a corner of the bedsheet and began to wipe himself off, the fabric coming away stained with Dhristi's essence. The sight was almost too much to bear, the casual way he treated her like a toy that had served its purpose, now to be put away and cleaned up.

Dhristi lay there, her body trembling with the aftershocks of the two violent climaxes that had been torn from her. Her eyes were glazed over, her chest heaving with each shallow breath she took. She was a wreck, a beautiful mess of passion and pain, and I could see the dawning realization in her gaze—she had been used and discarded, her purity stolen from her in the most heinous way imaginable.

Lakhan, the monster who had committed this unspeakable act, began to dress himself with a casual air, as if he hadn't just shattered the sanctity of our marriage. His movements were smooth and deliberate, as if he had done this countless times before. He didn't even bother to look at her, his eyes cold and calculating as he pulled on his clothes.

The digital Lakhan walked out of the bedroom, leaving Dhristi sprawled on the bed, her body trembling with the aftermath of his assault. Her legs were still splayed open, her pussy glistening with a mix of her own juices and his cum, a stark reminder of what he had done to her.

I sat there, my heart racing, as the scene continued to unfold.

Lakhan Chand emerged from the bedroom, He walked to the couch with a purposeful stride, the muscles in his back flexing as he bent to retrieve the files which was the reason why he came to his house. His posture was casual, almost nonchalant, as if he had simply concluded a business meeting rather than the soul-crushing violation of a young, innocent wife.

I watched, my heart in my throat, as he straightened and headed towards the door, the digital feed flickering to black as the living room camera switched off automatically due to no activity as if he was never here .