CUCKOLD H & S Husband's Unfortunate Bet with an Alpha (Mask of Desire)

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Later that night, Kusha sat at her computer, tired, but too annoyed to go to bed. Sharath had gone off to sleep ages ago after tiptoeing around her all evening.

That fucking prick Rakesh felt like a splinter deep in her mind, constantly irritating her in a way she couldn't let go. He had made her feel small today, and that was particularly galling from someone so beneath her.

Currently, she was flipping through social media of various men who identified as "alphas" with an unimpressed sneer on her face, growing more and more annoyed. Some of the men were good-looking, maybe even the majority, at least of the men who were most successful at projecting that image online. It wasn't that Kusha found confident, masculine men unattractive. She could definitely see the primal appeal of a rugged man who knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid to push for it. But, even if some of these guys online had a certain animal magnetism, Kusha had never considered a man like that for herself. It felt... dangerous to put all the power in the hands of a romantic partner like that. She much preferred to wear the pants in her relationships.

And all of that was beside the point anyway. Rakesh wasn't an "alpha", if such a thing even existed. He was a pretender. A wannabe who thought he could toy with his betters. But that was fine. In fact, this assignment would be a perfect chance for Kusha to prove that to him.

Still feeling the memory of Rakesh's arrogant eyes throbbing inside her like a painful splinter, Kusha began taking notes, determined to create a design so powerful and masculine that it would make Rakesh look foolish in comparison every time he stepped into the room.

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"You're going to fuck her aren't you?" asked Pooja, her voice holding just the trace of a moan as she pumped her slim hips up and down Rakesh's cock. "That stuck-up designer... That's the point of hiring her, right?"

Rakesh laid back, scrolling through his phone as Pooja claimed her reward for helping out today. He had needed a very particular type of woman from his stable to make the perfect impression on Kusha, and she had fit the bill perfectly: smart, professional, and gorgeous. The fact that an objectively beautiful accountant had been willing to fuck him had definately planted some important seeds in Kusha's subconscious.

"Hmm?" he said, eyes flicking upward briefly to where Pooja bounced and whimpered above him. "Yeah, that's the plan. Why? Feeling a bit jealous? Or just nostalgic for the time when I first manipulated you into bed?"

"You fucking bastard..." panted Pooja, but her hips just bounced faster, her pussy gripping his cock with needy desire. "You get off on it, don't you? Aahhhh.. Dragging women down into the mud…"

"Don't pretend you don't love it," said Rakesh fondly. He tossed his phone aside and put his hands on the slim accountant's hips, smoothly taking control. "Do you remember what first got you to fuck me?"

Pooja’s eyes glittered down at him, antagonistic, but full of helpless lust as her hips squirmed and writhed down onto his cock.. "I don't even understand how you did it," she admitted breathlessly. "You just acted like an asshole. Always criticizing something about my clothes or my hair. I think I finally just snapped and had to prove you wrong."

"Your wardrobe has improved a lot since then," said Rakesh with a wicked smile.

"God, it's fucking humiliating," gasped Pooja, her hips bucking wildly now as the sorts of things Rakesh made her wear crossed her mind. "I swear half the men in my building stop what they're doing and just enjoy the show every time I walk by in those skirts you love so much."

"Maybe you should stop wearing panties," teased Rakesh as Pooja neared orgasm. "The wind blows wrong a little and all those men will get a real fucking show."

"Don't... God! Don't fucking jooooke about that, asshooolllle!" moaned Pooja, gasping and grunting as she came all over Rakesh's cock, imagining further exhibitionist humiliations.

Rakesh figured there was a fifty-fifty chance Pooja would actually quit wearing panties. Corrupting the sassy accountant had let a seriously kinky side of her off the chain, and she might not resist the urge. He’d won her over by putting her down… classic negging, that old pick-up artist move.

It wasn't as broadly useful as some people thought, but for a certain type of proud woman, it could be a great wedge to get your hooks in. Women who assumed they were above Rakesh just couldn't stand it when he acted like the opposite was true... and sometimes it could lead them to do desperate things to address that mental imbalance.

Maybe a similar approach could work with Kusha. And Rakesh thought he had just the topic that Kusha would be most insecure about. Not clothes like with Pooja. No.

He was going to insult Kusha's taste in men.

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Kusha sat back, watching with smug satisfaction as Rakesh flipped through her concept art. In one sense, Rakesh had been correct. She had been forced to step out of her regular design instincts to create a design this forceful and masculine. But her skill and artistic talent had shone through in the end. She had knocked it out of the park.

Bold, daring use of color. Sharp, blocky angles. Stone, leather and bronze. All garish on their own maybe, but coming together to harmonize in a room that wasn't just something a knuckle-dragging "Alpha Male" would find impressive, but also looked fucking incredible. Even Rakesh looked impressed as he perused the portfolio of designs.

Kusha's ego had fully recovered from her embarrassing first meeting with Rakesh a few days ago. It had really been a perfect storm of bad luck and Rakesh's obnoxious ego, uniting to embarrass her and throw her off balance. That day had filled her with a burning desire to get back her dignity and show Rakesh who was really superior between the two of them. He had implied that she wouldn't be able to create a compelling and masculine design, and today she had her answer.

It helped her mood immensely that this meeting was happening in her office today rather than Rakesh's home turf. She felt calm, confident, and in her element.

Right up until Rakesh opened his mouth.

"I have to say I'm pleasantly surprised," said Rakesh with a wide smile, flipping the folder closed. "I really didn't think you would be able to capture the alpha male spirit. But this is excellent work."

"Well, it's not my usual aesthetic," admitted Kusha, not able to help preening a little, "but a good artist can adapt to other visual styles."

Rakesh chuckled, his eyes meeting Kusha with a mischievous gleam. "I'm sure that's true. But it's not what I meant. I thought you wouldn't have any insight into powerful, confident masculinity."

Kusha stared at the ugly man sitting across her desk, the smile fading from her face. The correct choice was to ignore his barb and conclude the meeting... but Kusha couldn't do that. It felt too much like letting the little toad have the last word. "There isn't much depth to so-called 'alphas'," she said icily. "It’s all just unearned confidence and thinly-veiled aggression."

Rakesh shrugged, flipping open the folder again and avoiding her gaze as he looked at the concept drawing of his new room. "I'm not sure how you would know that..." he said mildly, "considering you avoid dominant men like a disease."

Kusha rolled her eyes, trying to keep her annoyance under control. "Trust me, Mr. Kumar, as an attractive woman, I have plenty of experience with over-confident men. More than I would like, even if I actively avoided them. Which I didn’t."

Rakesh's eyes flashed back up to hers. "And yet you've only ever dated betas. Why is that?" He asked with a sharp voice.

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The stunning inappropriateness of the question took her breath away. This was a business meeting for God's sake! Rakesh was wildly out of line, and Kusha would be well within her rights to simply have him escorted off the premises and tear his contract to pieces.

But she couldn't let this insult go unanswered. An insult against her husband, Rakesh's former friend. And an insult against her, more importantly, questioning her taste in men.

"My husband," she said angrily, drawing herself up in a stiff posture of rage, "Is a wonderful man. Ten times the man you will ever be. He doesn't need all of your stupid "Alpha Male" bullshit to be secure and confident. He knows how much better he is than men like you without having to swagger around and beat his chest like a gorilla."

"Is that why you married him?" asked Rakesh in a calm, amused voice, completely unintimidated and unimpressed by Kusha's angry outburst. "Because he is soooo 'secure"? Or is it because he's easy to push around, and that feels safe to you?"

Ok, that was enough. The cocky little shit had officially gone too far. "Get out!" yelled Kusha, red-faced with anger, pointing to the door. "Get the fuck out of my office!"

Luckily for his own bodily safety, Rakesh didn't argue. He just scooped up his folder with a smug look on his face, gave an obnoxious wave, then strolled out the door, leaving Kusha shaking with volcanic anger behind him.

That little PRICK! How dare he? To march into her office and disrespect her like that! To disrespect her husband, her marriage, and herself on a deeply personal level. How did he have the balls?

He was wrong, obviously. Kusha had married Sharath because he was a wonderful man. Her other half. Not because he was somehow the easy choice. Sharath could be manly and confident... at times. And besides, what was wrong with being attracted to submissive men?

And Sharath wasn't fucking submissive!

She felt scrambled and off balance once again, despite her excellent design and meeting Rakesh on her territory. The creep just had an uncanny knack for getting under her skin. She picked up the phone to ring Payal and tell her to cancel Rakesh's account. Then she tossed her phone to her desk and leaned back in her chair, breathing heavily.

She would cancel Rakesh's account tomorrow. But tonight, she wanted to prove him wrong.

Tonight, she was going to explore the manly, confident side of her husband.

[Blackdick11]

Muaaah! Loved it! Hope you keep it going without losing the momentum!

[Steel]

Muaaah! Loved it! Hope you keep it going without losing the momentum!

Things are just starting up!

[Paty@123]

Very very interesting update, plz continue

[Lucifer8797]

Yea amazing updates but keep the speed as it is and i think if adding gif slows down the update speed then its not necessery

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Kusha took off from work a little early that evening to go home and prepare. Rakesh was wrong. In many, many ways... but most importantly, he was wrong about men. Aggression and high libido weren't something to be proud of. They were impulses that all men had inside them.

"Alpha" men were just guys who had less impulse control. Beneath his calm, controlled surface, Sharath was just as much of a horny brute as Rakesh. He was just able to control himself like an actual human being. Tonight she would prove it.

She considered just dressing up in lingerie, but decided that that would be cheating. Tonight, she wanted Sharath to be bold. To take what he wanted. To be confident, with an aggressive edge. If she was just wearing a lacy bra and panties when he got home, that would be like giving him direct permission to initiate sex. And for this particular experiment, that wouldn't do. She wanted Sharath to pursue her forcefully because that's what he wanted.

So she wore the next best thing: a skimpy and sexy, yet casual pair of pajamas. Tiny little pink shorts that showed her legs off perfectly, and a tight tank top that her nipples practically burst out of when she wore it without a bra. In other words, she was offering herself to her husband on a platter and daring him to take a bite. And he would. She was sure of it.

When Sarath came in looking tired from work, she sashayed into the kitchen with a showy, hip-swaying walk, making sure her husband got a good look at her body. "Hey, handsome," she said, leaning over the kitchen counter and giving him a look straight down her cleavage. "How was your day?" She was gratified to see his eyes practically pop out of his head. His gaze began to crawl over her curves, and Kusha was certain he would pounce on her right then and there...

But then he stopped, shaking his head and meeting her eyes instead with a clear effort to restrain himself. "It was alright. Nothing special. A little busy this time of the year. People trying to get permits in. How about you?"

Kusha felt a flicker of annoyance. Here she was, looking like a sexy little minx, just begging for him to come take her, and he was... resisting? Well, it was true that most of the time, she would probably be annoyed if he came on too strong when she wasn't interested in sex, but he should be able to read signals a little better. Well... if just the sight of his smoking hot wife in skimpy clothes wasn't enough to get Sharath to let his inner beast off the leash, maybe she needed to rile him up a little more.

[veenaimo]

Some how the Alpha makes himself the focal point of her thought process, I am sure going forward, whatever she does, will be from point of view on what and how the Alpha will react and think...

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"I've been lonely all day, missing you," said Kusha with a smile. "C'mon, big guy, let's spend some time together." She took him by the arm and led him to the living room. She was half hoping that he would pull in the other direction toward the bedroom, but he followed willingly enough toward the couch. Kusha sat down snuggled up to him, her annoyance growing inside her. She could have taken him to the bedroom herself. He would have gone eagerly.

But she wanted him to take the initiative tonight. And instead, he just mildly put on one of their TV shows and sat there making small talk. Kusha's frustration only grew as the night went on. She made sexy bedroom eyes at Sharath, rubbed his thigh meaningfully, even pressed her tits into his arm. Everything she could think of short of directly initiating sex. She knew it was having an effect on him. He was obviously as hard as a rock. Arousal wasn't the issue.

The issue was that he was absolutely refusing to make the first move.

And, as frustrated as that made Kusha, the worst part was that she knew that she was the one to blame. She had trained Sarath over the years that they had sex when and how she wanted. She was always the one to initiate. Any time in their early relationship when Sarath had tried to push for sex, exactly like she wanted him to do now, she had actively discouraged him.

If there had been a wolf inside Sharath once, Kusha had domesticated it long ago. Even if she teased him and flirted shamelessly, he would obediently wait until she decided they were going to have sex.

Kusha knew, with absolute certainty, that if Rakesh got the same treatment she had been giving her husband, he would have already made his move. Probably as soon as he walked in the door. Of course, if he tried something like that on Kusha, he would get the smug grin slapped right off his face. But that didn't change the fact that Rakesh would already have pushed hard for what he wanted at this point.

That didn't make him an alpha, but it did make him different from Sharath in a way that irritated Kusha. She wanted Sharath to be a manly, confident man who did what she asked because he respected her. Not a meek yes-man who couldn't think for himself. The difference might be subtle, but it felt significant to Kusha. She knew it was unfair to test her husband without discussing her concerns with him first... but would it really count if she had to tell him to think more independently?

It wasn't even that she wanted a pushy guy like Rakesh (Not an 'alpha'. The term was stupid. And besides, Rakesh was more accurately termed 'a jerk'). She enjoyed her sex life with Sharath, and playing a leading role in her relationships had always been her style. But it bothered her that Sharath couldn't be demanding and rough and spontaneous even when the situation called for it... that that was an option she had somehow been locked out of, even if she did want to experience it occasionally.

And even worse, it bothered her that Rakesh might have been right about her taste in men.

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Kusha stood up suddenly, pulling her tank top over her head to display her perfect tits. 

Sharath looked up at her, his face a picture of bewildered shock. She stared down at him, hands on hips, topless, her breasts heaving with anger and strange arousal.

'Well?" she asked challengingly.

"I... what are you...?" spluttered Sharath. Kusha could see how aroused he was... but still, with his wife half naked in front of him, he couldn't take that extra step.

Her little lapdog... loyal and obedient and utterly safe. Kusha turned away toward the bedroom so Sharath couldn't see her face, calling over her shoulder, "Clothes off. You're going to fuck me."

She didn't look back to see if he was following her, but she knew he would be. She stalked into the bedroom and removed her shorts and panties in one smooth motion, tossing them aside and throwing herself back onto the bed. She was a little surprised by the powerful wet heat between her legs. She was filled with a strange blend of anger and lust. An annoying itch that needed to be scratched.

Her husband appeared in the doorway, his cock rock hard, but his face troubled. "Honey, is everything ok?" he asked cautiously as he entered the dim room, taking in the sight of his lovely wife lying back on the bed, her pussy flushed and dripping, but her eyes flashing with dangerous heat.

"No talking," she growled, spreading her legs wide and beckoning him forward impatiently, "only sex."

Normally, they had foreplay first. Normally, Kusha preferred cowgirl. Normally, she made Sharath wear a condom. None of that mattered to her right now. She needed to feel a cock inside her, hot, hard and powerful. When Sarath joined her on the bed, she pulled him down into a fierce, bruising kiss, her fingers tangled tight in his hair, desperately trying to spark the same desperate, fiery passion in him that she felt.

Sharath tried his best to rise to the occasion, finally sensing what his wife had wanted all evening. He thrust forward into her pussy, raw inside her for the first time in months, feeling her wet, clinging heat directly against his skin. He pumped his hips, thrusting into her with slow, languid strokes.

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Kusha groaned in frustration against her husband's lips. "Harder!" she urged, lowering a hand to grip and pull his hip demandingly. "Fuck me! Fuck me like you mean it!" And he did speed up, pressing her against the bed with powerful strokes. He didn't lack the strength, and his cock was a decent size…

...but he was only fucking her hard because she told him to. In that moment, Kusha didn't picture Rakesh. She wasn't that far gone. But she did picture a strong, cocky man... pulling into the bedroom himself. Stripping off her clothes. Fucking her hard and fast because that was what he wanted, not what he was instructed to do. And for a moment, Kusha found herself unexpectedly on the edge. She never came from penetration, yet there she was... almost there.

"Is this ok?" asked Sharath above her in a panting voice. "Is it too hard?

She lost it. Her orgasm seemed as distant as the moon now. She swallowed her disappointment and purred, "Mmmmm, perfect, honey. I want you to cum for me..."

"Already?" asked Sharath, confused, "But babe, we just..."

Kusha shut him up with a deep kiss, working her hips against his frantically while milking his cock tight inside her.

He finished up within a minute, but Kusha couldn't blame him for that. She had done everything she could to get him off as quickly as possible so she could exit this awkward, failed sexual experiment and have time to think. He came inside her, a rare treat for him, and Kusha assured him immediately that she didn't need his regular oral service tonight.

Finally, Sharath went off to take a quick shower, and Kusha was left to her own devices.

She wasn't proud of herself. She had let Rakesh get into her head tonight and played a game with her beloved husband. A game where she hadn't even explained the rules or warned him that they were about to play. She had no right to be frustrated with Sharath. She had married him because he wasn't a pushy asshole like Rakesh. It was a good trait. And the reason why he didn't aggressively push for sex was because he knew that she didn't like that.

She had to stop thinking so much about what Rakesh thought. It wasn't good for her.
Kusha's phone buzzed, and she picked it up to find a work email. Oh G0d, speak of the devil... It was Rakesh, with a request for an element to add to the design of his bedroom.

Hey Kusha wusha!

Had an idea for the room I wanted to run by you. For some time, I've been collecting a pair of panties from every woman I bed as a little souvenir. I'd love to have some way to display my collection in my new room! You're the design wizard, so you tell me: what would be the best way to display a couple dozen pairs of panties? Interested to hear your thoughts!

-Rakesh

As she read, Kusha's eyes narrowed, and that sense of frustration and annoyance she had been feeling all week flared up inside her. This request was ridiculous! He couldn't really expect that Kusha would be willing to work something obscene like this into her designs, could he?

As she began to draft a heated reply to Rakesh's unacceptable request, Kusha didn't even realize that her idea from earlier in the day of cancelling Rakesh's contract had completely slipped her mind...

[Paty@123]

Good psychological play he has started, unfortunately Kusha is submitting for that, Good updates plz continue, and it is going tobe a psychological thriller plz

[veenaimo]

as expected he occupied her mind

[ghost0011]

the plot is getting hotter...keep going strong...very good..

[Steel]

Yea amazing updates but keep the speed as it is and i think if adding gif slows down the update speed then its not necessery

Sure, unless I really feel like adding a gif, I'll try to post just the story.

[Steel]

Good psychological play he has started, unfortunately Kusha is submitting for that, Good updates plz continue, and it is going tobe a psychological thriller plz

the plot is getting hotter...keep going strong...very good..

Thank you.

[willsee]

Sure, unless I really feel like adding a gif, I'll try to post just the story.

The way you explain is enough to imagine with our brain. So no stress please continue with your story. 
Awesome work.