06-11-2026, 09:12 PM
Excellent story, Rakesh has started playing with the mindset of not only Kusha but also Sarath, plz continue
CUCKOLD H & S Husband's Unfortunate Bet with an Alpha (Mask of Desire)Running
07-11-2026, 10:29 AM
Kusha couldn't help but sneak a little peek at Laila's body as they both removed their robes. Both were in their respective swimsuits. The mom's body was carrying a little extra weight around her hips and butt, but she wore it well. The kind of heft that drew male attention.
Kusha tried to sit on her own, but, annoyingly, Laila followed and sat right beside her, settling in and sighing with pleasure from the moist heat. They sat in silence for a long few minutes, Kusha prickly and annoyed, Laila comfortable and relaxed, at least on the surface.
"You can ask, you know," said Laila eventually in a languid, drawling voice, crossing her thighs to bounce one foot lazily in the air. "I'm not embarrassed to talk about it, and I can tell you're curious."
"I have no idea what you mean," said Kusha stiffly, crossing her arms tightly over her impressive chest in a defensive gesture.
"I mean," said Laila with a sharp grin, "You want to know why a woman is fucking a man like Rakesh."
Kusha snorted and rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. That's no mystery to me. You have sex with that ugly troll because he pays you and you have zero self-respect. There's no other possible explanation for walking in with that pathetic pervert on your arm and not immediately dying of humiliation."
Laila took the withering barb with a soft laugh and a shake of her head. "I see a lot of myself in you, Kusha," she said warmly. "I would have said the same thing a year ago. But I have plenty of self-respect. Why wouldn't I? I have the best of both worlds. A sweet, obedient husband at home and a dominant lover who knows how to make me cum my brains out."
"That's the difference between you and I," said Kusha with a superior sneer. "I chose a good enough man that I don't need to seek out strange dick."
Laila gave her a knowing sidelong glance that made Kusha's blood boil. "Did you though?" she asked slyly. "Is Sherry really... scratching all your itches?"
Kusha flushed, her face growing even hotter in the boiling room. Laila's little question hit a bit too close to home after their disappointing experiment with rough sex the other night. "You don't know me," she said in a low, dangerous voice, glaring at Laila. "Don't pretend you do."
Kusha tried to sit on her own, but, annoyingly, Laila followed and sat right beside her, settling in and sighing with pleasure from the moist heat. They sat in silence for a long few minutes, Kusha prickly and annoyed, Laila comfortable and relaxed, at least on the surface.
"You can ask, you know," said Laila eventually in a languid, drawling voice, crossing her thighs to bounce one foot lazily in the air. "I'm not embarrassed to talk about it, and I can tell you're curious."
"I have no idea what you mean," said Kusha stiffly, crossing her arms tightly over her impressive chest in a defensive gesture.
"I mean," said Laila with a sharp grin, "You want to know why a woman is fucking a man like Rakesh."
Kusha snorted and rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. That's no mystery to me. You have sex with that ugly troll because he pays you and you have zero self-respect. There's no other possible explanation for walking in with that pathetic pervert on your arm and not immediately dying of humiliation."
Laila took the withering barb with a soft laugh and a shake of her head. "I see a lot of myself in you, Kusha," she said warmly. "I would have said the same thing a year ago. But I have plenty of self-respect. Why wouldn't I? I have the best of both worlds. A sweet, obedient husband at home and a dominant lover who knows how to make me cum my brains out."
"That's the difference between you and I," said Kusha with a superior sneer. "I chose a good enough man that I don't need to seek out strange dick."
Laila gave her a knowing sidelong glance that made Kusha's blood boil. "Did you though?" she asked slyly. "Is Sherry really... scratching all your itches?"
Kusha flushed, her face growing even hotter in the boiling room. Laila's little question hit a bit too close to home after their disappointing experiment with rough sex the other night. "You don't know me," she said in a low, dangerous voice, glaring at Laila. "Don't pretend you do."
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07-11-2026, 10:32 AM
"You're right," said Laila lightly. 'I don't know you that well, Kusha. But I know your husband. Oh yes... I know Sherry very well. You know he had the most adorable crush on me all through college, right?"
Kusha remained silent, and Laila nodded. "I can see the idea doesn't shock you at least. He thought he was sneaky about it, but everyone knew he had a thing for me. I could have picked up Sharath any time I wanted. And I almost did. Let me tell you the story, Kusha. It might make things a little... clearer. You don't need to say a thing. Just listen."
Kusha thought about speaking up, or even just standing up and moving away. But she was curious despite herself. Sharath was a good-looking, charming guy. If Laila was not dating anyone, and knew Sharath was interested, why had she rejected him?
"It was March of our first year in college," began Laila, shifting her wide butt a little on her seat, making her C cup breasts jiggle with the movement, and dislodging a trickle of sweat to run down her body from her collar bone down her soft belly between her legs."The weather was warming up, so Sharath and I and some of our other friends decided to do a little hike up to a waterfall near our college, one of those hidden ones in the hills, still running clear even off season. It was supposed to be pretty. Crystal water tumbling down the rocks into a quiet pool."
The attendant put another ladle of water on the coals, sending up a hissing cloud of steam as Laila went on. "Anyway, in the end, everyone cancelled except for Me and Sherry. We went anyway, and had a lot of fun. I knew he liked me, and we flirted back and forth on the way up to the waterfall. And, even though I had hesitated in the past, I had such a good time and felt such nice chemistry with him that I said, hey, why not? I was ready to give him his shot."
Laila chuckled warmly at the memory. Maybe it was the intense heat and the strange vulnerability of her bare skin in that swimsuit, but Kusha found herself totally absorbed in the story, holding on to every word.
“I’ve always been a bit of a tease,” Laila said with a cheeky grin. “So when we finally reached the waterfall and saw there was no one else around, I steered the conversation toward wild things we’d never done… specifically, skinny dipping. He admitted he’d never tried it. Neither had I. Without even waiting for him to answer, I peeled off my clothes, covered my privates with both hands, and jumped straight into the cool, clear water below. Completely naked, daring him to follow.”
Kusha could imagine it. The first heat of summer. The deep blue sky. The adrenaline rush of young attraction. How must Sharath have felt to see his crush flirting so brazenly? To catch a glimpse of her naked body as she jumped into the water?
"And to his credit, he did," said Laila with a laugh. "Stripped off his clothes and took the plunge to join me. Laila’s grin turned a little wicked. “I swam closer, still covering myself under the water, and said, ‘Some things are better experienced than judged from a distance.’ Then I let my hands fall away and closed the last bit of distance between us.” We were both there, feet away from each other in the water. Totally naked and all alone, without another soul for miles. And you know what happened then?"
'What?" Kusha asked, forgetting her disdain for Laila for just a moment in her curiosity.
Kusha remained silent, and Laila nodded. "I can see the idea doesn't shock you at least. He thought he was sneaky about it, but everyone knew he had a thing for me. I could have picked up Sharath any time I wanted. And I almost did. Let me tell you the story, Kusha. It might make things a little... clearer. You don't need to say a thing. Just listen."
Kusha thought about speaking up, or even just standing up and moving away. But she was curious despite herself. Sharath was a good-looking, charming guy. If Laila was not dating anyone, and knew Sharath was interested, why had she rejected him?
"It was March of our first year in college," began Laila, shifting her wide butt a little on her seat, making her C cup breasts jiggle with the movement, and dislodging a trickle of sweat to run down her body from her collar bone down her soft belly between her legs."The weather was warming up, so Sharath and I and some of our other friends decided to do a little hike up to a waterfall near our college, one of those hidden ones in the hills, still running clear even off season. It was supposed to be pretty. Crystal water tumbling down the rocks into a quiet pool."
The attendant put another ladle of water on the coals, sending up a hissing cloud of steam as Laila went on. "Anyway, in the end, everyone cancelled except for Me and Sherry. We went anyway, and had a lot of fun. I knew he liked me, and we flirted back and forth on the way up to the waterfall. And, even though I had hesitated in the past, I had such a good time and felt such nice chemistry with him that I said, hey, why not? I was ready to give him his shot."
Laila chuckled warmly at the memory. Maybe it was the intense heat and the strange vulnerability of her bare skin in that swimsuit, but Kusha found herself totally absorbed in the story, holding on to every word.
“I’ve always been a bit of a tease,” Laila said with a cheeky grin. “So when we finally reached the waterfall and saw there was no one else around, I steered the conversation toward wild things we’d never done… specifically, skinny dipping. He admitted he’d never tried it. Neither had I. Without even waiting for him to answer, I peeled off my clothes, covered my privates with both hands, and jumped straight into the cool, clear water below. Completely naked, daring him to follow.”
Kusha could imagine it. The first heat of summer. The deep blue sky. The adrenaline rush of young attraction. How must Sharath have felt to see his crush flirting so brazenly? To catch a glimpse of her naked body as she jumped into the water?
"And to his credit, he did," said Laila with a laugh. "Stripped off his clothes and took the plunge to join me. Laila’s grin turned a little wicked. “I swam closer, still covering myself under the water, and said, ‘Some things are better experienced than judged from a distance.’ Then I let my hands fall away and closed the last bit of distance between us.” We were both there, feet away from each other in the water. Totally naked and all alone, without another soul for miles. And you know what happened then?"
'What?" Kusha asked, forgetting her disdain for Laila for just a moment in her curiosity.
07-11-2026, 10:34 AM
Laila's smile dripped with mockery as she hissed, "Fucking nothing! Poor Sherry was feet away from his desperate crush, wet and willing and naked, and he just floated there for a few awkward minutes with his teeth chattering, making small talk. I practically hung a sign over my head saying "come fuck me", and Sharath was too much of a pussy to go for it."
Kusha shook her head uneasily, looking away. "He was just young and nervous. Anyone can make a mistake." It reminded her uncomfortably of what had happened the other night, when Sharath hadn't pursued her despite obvious signs.
"If he had taken me right then, had the balls to swim up and kiss me... I would have let him have me. Let him have anything he wanted. He could have thrust his cock deep in my tight, wet pussy all afternoon. And... Well, who knows what the future might have been? Maybe we would have been dating by the time we got back from the hike. Maybe I would be the one to marry him eventually. But he didn't. And the week after that, I met Puneet at a party. Sharath was too much of a loser to take what he wanted. You know, I remember it clear as day: I saw his cock when we got out of the water. His stiff little prick could have cut glass. He could have fucked me silly with it right then and there, but he chose jerking off alone later instead. The safer choice. The beta choice. I'm sure he yanked that little hardon all night to the memory of how he could have fucked me... if he had only been man enough. That night and a hundred other nights since then, I would guess."
Now that the story was over, Kusha felt her anger flare up again. "Don't speak about my husband that way. Maybe he could be more assertive sometimes, but he's a wonderful man. Far superior in every way to a creep like Rakesh."
Laila just laughed again. "Listen, Kusha. I know that a lot of things are subjective and based on preference, but don't say "every way." I know at least one way that Rakesh is far, far superior to poor Sherry. I saw your husband's cock when we got out of the water, remember?"
"Sharath's just fine," snapped Kusha irritably. "He's average."
"Why settle for second best?" said Laila mockingly. "Tell you what, Rakesh and I are booked in room 153 for the massage. Stop by and take a peek if you want to see the real difference between Rakesh and your husband."
Kusha shook her head uneasily, looking away. "He was just young and nervous. Anyone can make a mistake." It reminded her uncomfortably of what had happened the other night, when Sharath hadn't pursued her despite obvious signs.
"If he had taken me right then, had the balls to swim up and kiss me... I would have let him have me. Let him have anything he wanted. He could have thrust his cock deep in my tight, wet pussy all afternoon. And... Well, who knows what the future might have been? Maybe we would have been dating by the time we got back from the hike. Maybe I would be the one to marry him eventually. But he didn't. And the week after that, I met Puneet at a party. Sharath was too much of a loser to take what he wanted. You know, I remember it clear as day: I saw his cock when we got out of the water. His stiff little prick could have cut glass. He could have fucked me silly with it right then and there, but he chose jerking off alone later instead. The safer choice. The beta choice. I'm sure he yanked that little hardon all night to the memory of how he could have fucked me... if he had only been man enough. That night and a hundred other nights since then, I would guess."
Now that the story was over, Kusha felt her anger flare up again. "Don't speak about my husband that way. Maybe he could be more assertive sometimes, but he's a wonderful man. Far superior in every way to a creep like Rakesh."
Laila just laughed again. "Listen, Kusha. I know that a lot of things are subjective and based on preference, but don't say "every way." I know at least one way that Rakesh is far, far superior to poor Sherry. I saw your husband's cock when we got out of the water, remember?"
"Sharath's just fine," snapped Kusha irritably. "He's average."
"Why settle for second best?" said Laila mockingly. "Tell you what, Rakesh and I are booked in room 153 for the massage. Stop by and take a peek if you want to see the real difference between Rakesh and your husband."
07-11-2026, 10:36 AM
"Why would I want to watch some whore sneaking around on her husband?" said Kusha with a smirk, bringing out her cleavage in discomfort.
"Puneet?" said Laila with a confused tilt of her head. "Oh, he knows I'm here. He even knows that I'm here with Rakesh. My husband is a cuck, darling."
Kusha recoiled with a silent look of disgust, and for the first time, Laila looked mildly annoyed. "Don't knock it till you've tried it," she said sharply. "Anyway. Based on what I know about Sherry, I think he might be a little more receptive to the idea than you are."
"How dare you?" said Kusha furiously, finally rising from her bench. "My husband and I aren't hopeless perverts like you and Puneet apparently are. Sharath would never enjoy something like that."
"Are you sure?" Asked Laila calmly, her cool amusement apparently restored by Kusha's outburst. "Here's a suggestion, sweetie... Tease Sherry a little next time you're in bed. Not about you, that would make it too obvious... about me. Ask him about the story I told you and about Rakesh and my relationship, and see how he reacts. It might surprise you."
"I don't have to listen to this," said Kusha in disgust, grabbing her discarded robe and turning to leave. She paused for one last second though. Laila wasn't a reliable source of information, but it couldn't hurt to ask.
"What is Rakesh's game exactly?" Kusha asked sharply. "Why is he being such an asshole to me and Sharath?" She was afraid that she already knew the answer, but she didn't want to say it. Didn't even want to think it.
In any case, Laila was no help. She simply smiled enigmatically and said, "Sorry darling, I could tell you... but I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise."
What the fuck was that supposed to mean?
"Puneet?" said Laila with a confused tilt of her head. "Oh, he knows I'm here. He even knows that I'm here with Rakesh. My husband is a cuck, darling."
Kusha recoiled with a silent look of disgust, and for the first time, Laila looked mildly annoyed. "Don't knock it till you've tried it," she said sharply. "Anyway. Based on what I know about Sherry, I think he might be a little more receptive to the idea than you are."
"How dare you?" said Kusha furiously, finally rising from her bench. "My husband and I aren't hopeless perverts like you and Puneet apparently are. Sharath would never enjoy something like that."
"Are you sure?" Asked Laila calmly, her cool amusement apparently restored by Kusha's outburst. "Here's a suggestion, sweetie... Tease Sherry a little next time you're in bed. Not about you, that would make it too obvious... about me. Ask him about the story I told you and about Rakesh and my relationship, and see how he reacts. It might surprise you."
"I don't have to listen to this," said Kusha in disgust, grabbing her discarded robe and turning to leave. She paused for one last second though. Laila wasn't a reliable source of information, but it couldn't hurt to ask.
"What is Rakesh's game exactly?" Kusha asked sharply. "Why is he being such an asshole to me and Sharath?" She was afraid that she already knew the answer, but she didn't want to say it. Didn't even want to think it.
In any case, Laila was no help. She simply smiled enigmatically and said, "Sorry darling, I could tell you... but I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise."
What the fuck was that supposed to mean?
07-11-2026, 11:56 AM
Waiting for next update
Aur sarath ko chudai ki video mil jate ki kese rakesh kusha ko destroy kr rha h
Aur sarath ko chudai ki video mil jate ki kese rakesh kusha ko destroy kr rha h
08-11-2026, 10:25 AM
Diwali wishes to all the readers!
As a small token of appreciation for all your love and support, today's update is going to be a little spicier than usual! Kusha gets to witness Rakesh's masculine energy for the very first time.
As a small token of appreciation for all your love and support, today's update is going to be a little spicier than usual! Kusha gets to witness Rakesh's masculine energy for the very first time.
08-11-2026, 10:36 AM
Please add gif and pic bro it will be absolute delight for reader
08-11-2026, 10:37 AM
(08-11-2026, 10:25 AM)Steel Wrote: Diwali wishes to all the readers!
As a small token of appreciation for all your love and support, today's update is going to be a little spicier than usual! Kusha gets to witness Rakesh's masculine energy for the very first time.
Waiting for that how hardly he will take Kusha in erotic hardcore sex and fool Sarath for making his wife as bet which actually wrong and the main point where the story is revolved,
08-11-2026, 12:43 PM
Dekhte h ki ab aage kya hota h
In how much time kusha spread her legs to alpha man rakesh & rakesh is going to destroy her.
Most erotic story
In how much time kusha spread her legs to alpha man rakesh & rakesh is going to destroy her.
Most erotic story
08-11-2026, 12:51 PM
Few moments later,
Kusha stalked through the halls of the spa, glaring at any member of the staff who tried to assist her. Today was supposed to be a day of relaxation, but instead, she was more stressed and furious than ever.
Furious at Sharath for lying to her. He had never told Rakesh that their friendship was off like he promised to. Couldn't even handle one moment of confrontation.
Furious by Laila’s sharp tongue, perceptive gaze, and the filthy implications of her words.
But most of all, furious at Rakesh for refusing to leave her alone. For pushing and pushing and needling her to the breaking point.
Technically, she was supposed to report to room 123 for her couples massage with Sharath, but she wasn't sure that she wanted to see him right now.
Kusha slowed and stopped in her tracks, a thoughtful look on her face. Laila had told her what room she and Rakesh would be in, and implied that it would be quite a show if she stopped by. Well... maybe she should. Not because she thought it would be erotic in the slightest, but just because the sad, disgusting sight of a troll like Rakesh trying to fuck a beautiful woman like Laila might give her a mental image she could picture the next time Rakesh tried to act like a big shot. She was sure it would deflate his image in her mind and make it easier to treat him with contempt.
It was a crazy idea, but Kusha had been having a crazy day, and it actually seemed like this might be a way to get a mental win over Rakesh. With a decisive step, Kusha turned away from the rendezvous with her husband and made her way to her worst enemy's massage room instead.
By the time she reached the hallway with the massage rooms, Kusha already knew that this was a bad idea. It was reckless, irrational, and she stood a high chance of getting caught. She considered herself a sharp, level-headed woman, and doing something like this was totally unlike her.
But, even with all those reasons clamoring in her head, something still drew her forward toward room 153. Her palms were sweaty, and her body jangled with nerves. As much as she hated to admit it, what drew her was a sort of desperation. Rakesh's mind games had succeeded in getting under her skin. She wasn't too proud to admit that much at least. It felt like every time they had a conflict or argument, Rakesh was somehow one step ahead of her, holding all the cards.
Of course, Kusha knew instinctively what Rakesh's ultimate objective was. It was the same objective that every sleazy man she had ever met had shared. He wanted to get into her pants. That didn't shock Kusha, although it did disgust her. That was obviously why he was always trying to flaunt his power and masculinity to her, and why she had brought a married slut with him today to parade around like a prize show hound. Kusha had absolutely no anxiety that she might be tempted, of course. She wasn't the type of woman who could be tricked into sex.
Kusha stalked through the halls of the spa, glaring at any member of the staff who tried to assist her. Today was supposed to be a day of relaxation, but instead, she was more stressed and furious than ever.
Furious at Sharath for lying to her. He had never told Rakesh that their friendship was off like he promised to. Couldn't even handle one moment of confrontation.
Furious by Laila’s sharp tongue, perceptive gaze, and the filthy implications of her words.
But most of all, furious at Rakesh for refusing to leave her alone. For pushing and pushing and needling her to the breaking point.
Technically, she was supposed to report to room 123 for her couples massage with Sharath, but she wasn't sure that she wanted to see him right now.
Kusha slowed and stopped in her tracks, a thoughtful look on her face. Laila had told her what room she and Rakesh would be in, and implied that it would be quite a show if she stopped by. Well... maybe she should. Not because she thought it would be erotic in the slightest, but just because the sad, disgusting sight of a troll like Rakesh trying to fuck a beautiful woman like Laila might give her a mental image she could picture the next time Rakesh tried to act like a big shot. She was sure it would deflate his image in her mind and make it easier to treat him with contempt.
It was a crazy idea, but Kusha had been having a crazy day, and it actually seemed like this might be a way to get a mental win over Rakesh. With a decisive step, Kusha turned away from the rendezvous with her husband and made her way to her worst enemy's massage room instead.
By the time she reached the hallway with the massage rooms, Kusha already knew that this was a bad idea. It was reckless, irrational, and she stood a high chance of getting caught. She considered herself a sharp, level-headed woman, and doing something like this was totally unlike her.
But, even with all those reasons clamoring in her head, something still drew her forward toward room 153. Her palms were sweaty, and her body jangled with nerves. As much as she hated to admit it, what drew her was a sort of desperation. Rakesh's mind games had succeeded in getting under her skin. She wasn't too proud to admit that much at least. It felt like every time they had a conflict or argument, Rakesh was somehow one step ahead of her, holding all the cards.
Of course, Kusha knew instinctively what Rakesh's ultimate objective was. It was the same objective that every sleazy man she had ever met had shared. He wanted to get into her pants. That didn't shock Kusha, although it did disgust her. That was obviously why he was always trying to flaunt his power and masculinity to her, and why she had brought a married slut with him today to parade around like a prize show hound. Kusha had absolutely no anxiety that she might be tempted, of course. She wasn't the type of woman who could be tricked into sex.
08-11-2026, 12:53 PM
But, even if his goal was eyerollingly impossible, that didn't mean that his games didn't bother her. He left her feeling flustered and unsettled. He had made her feel uncomfortable about her relationship with Sharath by making her think about what sex with a more dominant man would be like. And, frankly, he now occupied far too much space in her brain.
She needed something to recenter her opinion on Rakesh. A way to cut through his mind games and remind herself, consciously and subconsciously, that Rakesh was a disgusting little toad unworthy of her time or energy.
As crazy as it was to go and spy on his sexual encounter, Kusha thought it was just what she needed. She would watch Rakesh's pathetic attempts to act like the "alpha males" he always harped on about, see his stocky little body, and all the mystique that Rakesh had been trying to build would drain instantly away. The next time he tried to act like a big shot, Kusha would remember his pathetic attempts at sexual dominance and completely disregard his empty bravado.
That was what pulled her forward as she reached the doorway. A stubborn belief that underneath it all, Rakesh had to be as unimpressive as she always assumed.
She took a deep breath and parted the curtain hanging across the doorway.
Inside, she expected to see the massage table, but it seemed that there was a small entryway room between the hallway and the massage area. Probably to ensure that there was no accidental exposure of the guests as the masseuses moved in and out. Neat trays of perfumes, supplies and a small handwashing station sat along one wall, and opposite the door she entered was another curtained doorway... one that Kusha could hear voices coming from.
"... pisses me off so bad about you, Rocky. You only ever think about yourself."
Kusha crept closer to the curtain. She had definitely gotten the right room, that was that slut Laila's voice.
"Oh, please. Don't act like it's some sort of chore. You love it just as much as I do, you dirty slut."
Rakesh's voice made Kusha's old familiar rage bubble up inside her. He sounded just as cocky and smug as ever. No one should speak to anyone else that way, even if they were a slut. Kusha paused at the shrouding curtains, trying to judge how easy it would be to peek through them without being caught.
Laila scoffed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Charming as always. How could I ever resist?"
"Resist...this?" Rakesh's voice was low and utterly confident. There was a long moment of silence.
"Fucking asshole..." murmured Laila quietly enough that Kusha could barely hear it. Then... soft wet noises. Were they kissing? The thought sent a squirming sensation of complex discomfort through Kusha's belly. Her ideal scenario was that she would discover that Rakesh was merely pressuring or paying Laila to act a part. That was what it had sounded like at first: Laila didn't sound like a submissive sex doll up until now. But how did kissing fit into that?
She needed something to recenter her opinion on Rakesh. A way to cut through his mind games and remind herself, consciously and subconsciously, that Rakesh was a disgusting little toad unworthy of her time or energy.
As crazy as it was to go and spy on his sexual encounter, Kusha thought it was just what she needed. She would watch Rakesh's pathetic attempts to act like the "alpha males" he always harped on about, see his stocky little body, and all the mystique that Rakesh had been trying to build would drain instantly away. The next time he tried to act like a big shot, Kusha would remember his pathetic attempts at sexual dominance and completely disregard his empty bravado.
That was what pulled her forward as she reached the doorway. A stubborn belief that underneath it all, Rakesh had to be as unimpressive as she always assumed.
She took a deep breath and parted the curtain hanging across the doorway.
Inside, she expected to see the massage table, but it seemed that there was a small entryway room between the hallway and the massage area. Probably to ensure that there was no accidental exposure of the guests as the masseuses moved in and out. Neat trays of perfumes, supplies and a small handwashing station sat along one wall, and opposite the door she entered was another curtained doorway... one that Kusha could hear voices coming from.
"... pisses me off so bad about you, Rocky. You only ever think about yourself."
Kusha crept closer to the curtain. She had definitely gotten the right room, that was that slut Laila's voice.
"Oh, please. Don't act like it's some sort of chore. You love it just as much as I do, you dirty slut."
Rakesh's voice made Kusha's old familiar rage bubble up inside her. He sounded just as cocky and smug as ever. No one should speak to anyone else that way, even if they were a slut. Kusha paused at the shrouding curtains, trying to judge how easy it would be to peek through them without being caught.
Laila scoffed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Charming as always. How could I ever resist?"
"Resist...this?" Rakesh's voice was low and utterly confident. There was a long moment of silence.
"Fucking asshole..." murmured Laila quietly enough that Kusha could barely hear it. Then... soft wet noises. Were they kissing? The thought sent a squirming sensation of complex discomfort through Kusha's belly. Her ideal scenario was that she would discover that Rakesh was merely pressuring or paying Laila to act a part. That was what it had sounded like at first: Laila didn't sound like a submissive sex doll up until now. But how did kissing fit into that?
08-11-2026, 12:55 PM
Kusha needed to get a look. She took a chance and just barely parted the curtains enough for one eye to peek through. Shock flooded her body as she struggled to process what she saw.
Well... they weren't kissing. Laila laid on the massage table on her belly, her feet kicked up behind her, still shrouded in her robe. Rakesh, however, was totally naked as Laila messily slobbered all over his cock, glaring up at him with challenge in her eyes.
Rakesh had tossed aside his robe completely, and stood nude and proud in front of her face, a hand on each hip as he enjoyed Laila's blowjob. In some ways, his body was not as disappointing as Kusha had hoped. With a thick back, he wasn’t as flabby as he appeared with clothes on. He didn’t have a six-pack or anything, but his coarse body hair spread across his chest and abdomen.
There was something unusual about the way he carried himself. Even when naked, he still had the supreme, annoying confidence that she had come to recognize. And it was no surprise why. Rakesh had the largest cock that Kusha had ever seen in real life. And not just long, it looked girthy and arrow-straight, with nerves popping on and a flared deep-pink mushroom head that naturally made Kusha think about... stretching and spreading before she could stop herself.
Something about that thick rod of masculine flesh, pulsing slightly with Rakesh's heartbeat, instantly felt like it called to something deep inside Kusha. Some deeper instinct, beneath her conscious disgust and frustration with Rakesh. The very fact she felt that magnetic pull disgusted her, and made her focus even harder on the rest of Rakesh's body, and remind herself of what an annoying shit he could be. Even though she managed to mask her immediate reaction, the feeling refused to fade. It remained buried in her mind like an ember that could burst into flames at any moment.
Her initial idea to take a quick, ridiculous picture of Rakesh had gone completely off track, yet she couldn't look away. Something about the strange, obscene act playing out in front of her was darkly fascinating.
Laila seemed to feel that same primal attraction to Rakesh's cock. She was truly worshipping the impressive dick Rakesh was proudly shoving into her face, licking and kissing every inch with obvious relish, despite her hateful eyes glaring up into Rakesh's cocky grin, covering every inch of his massive erection with shining saliva.
"Asshole?" said Rakesh with a chuckle, reaching down to grip Laila's feathered hair in a fist and pulling her head upward to line up her mouth with the tip of his cock, “That can be arranged, sweetheart. You’ve gotten pretty damn good at rimjobs since I started training you.” Laila responded by showing her slim, manicured middle finger, but dropped her hands away, allowing Rakesh to thrust forward and begin fucking her face without resistance.
Well... they weren't kissing. Laila laid on the massage table on her belly, her feet kicked up behind her, still shrouded in her robe. Rakesh, however, was totally naked as Laila messily slobbered all over his cock, glaring up at him with challenge in her eyes.
Rakesh had tossed aside his robe completely, and stood nude and proud in front of her face, a hand on each hip as he enjoyed Laila's blowjob. In some ways, his body was not as disappointing as Kusha had hoped. With a thick back, he wasn’t as flabby as he appeared with clothes on. He didn’t have a six-pack or anything, but his coarse body hair spread across his chest and abdomen.
There was something unusual about the way he carried himself. Even when naked, he still had the supreme, annoying confidence that she had come to recognize. And it was no surprise why. Rakesh had the largest cock that Kusha had ever seen in real life. And not just long, it looked girthy and arrow-straight, with nerves popping on and a flared deep-pink mushroom head that naturally made Kusha think about... stretching and spreading before she could stop herself.
Something about that thick rod of masculine flesh, pulsing slightly with Rakesh's heartbeat, instantly felt like it called to something deep inside Kusha. Some deeper instinct, beneath her conscious disgust and frustration with Rakesh. The very fact she felt that magnetic pull disgusted her, and made her focus even harder on the rest of Rakesh's body, and remind herself of what an annoying shit he could be. Even though she managed to mask her immediate reaction, the feeling refused to fade. It remained buried in her mind like an ember that could burst into flames at any moment.
Her initial idea to take a quick, ridiculous picture of Rakesh had gone completely off track, yet she couldn't look away. Something about the strange, obscene act playing out in front of her was darkly fascinating.
Laila seemed to feel that same primal attraction to Rakesh's cock. She was truly worshipping the impressive dick Rakesh was proudly shoving into her face, licking and kissing every inch with obvious relish, despite her hateful eyes glaring up into Rakesh's cocky grin, covering every inch of his massive erection with shining saliva.
"Asshole?" said Rakesh with a chuckle, reaching down to grip Laila's feathered hair in a fist and pulling her head upward to line up her mouth with the tip of his cock, “That can be arranged, sweetheart. You’ve gotten pretty damn good at rimjobs since I started training you.” Laila responded by showing her slim, manicured middle finger, but dropped her hands away, allowing Rakesh to thrust forward and begin fucking her face without resistance.
08-11-2026, 12:56 PM
Rakesh raised an eyebrow. "Hmmm, so little mommy Laila wants to act like a brat today huh? I like that. Makes it better when you finally break down and beg for Daddy's cock later."
Laila didn't reply. But right now, she couldn't. Only wet sounds of submission rose from her mouth as Rakesh's thick powerful cock thrust inside over and over, making spit drip down her chin.
Kusha watched with wide eyes and a look of horror on her face. God, this wasn't a blowjob. Rakesh was using Laila like a sex toy, thrusting his big cock in and out of her mouth while the curvy married woman obediently took it, the angry defiance in her eyes giving way to helpless lust. How could a woman allow someone to do this to them? How could Laila go from sneering at Rakesh one moment, to letting him fuck her mouth the next?
It made no sense. Kusha couldn't look away.
Finally, Rakesh pulled Laila's dripping mouth off his cock, letting her gasp for breath, red faced. "You told me you have a surprise for me earlier," said Rakesh with amusement as Laila wiped her dripping mouth with the back of her hand and regained some of her composure.
Her eyes were sharp again as she looked up and said, "I did say that, didn't I? But then you started acting like a fucking prick. I'm not sure I want to show you the surprise anymore."
Kusha's eyebrows crinkled in confusion. Earlier, Laila had made it sound like she was perfectly happy having sex with Rakesh, but now it sounded like she barely tolerated his presence... Well, it sounded like that, and then she slobbered all over his cock. Kusha felt like she had whiplash. If Laila hated Rakesh so much, why would she submit to him sexually?
Rakesh gripped Laila's hair again and pulled her upward, drawing a hiss of pain from her lips, then roughly kissed her. Laila didn't turn away, making a sound halfway between a moan and a snarl of frustration as her tongue tangled wetly with Rakesh's.
"Show me," commanded Rakesh in a flat, demanding voice as he pulled away, his eyes serious as they locked with the submissive wife on the table beneath him. Laila slapped Rakesh's hand away with an angry sigh, then slipped off the table.
She untied the belt of her robes and let them fall open, revealing the snug swimsuit beneath, its thin fabric stretched over her soft, curvy body. The high-cut bottoms clung to the full swell of her hips and the deep crease where her thighs met. She turned away from Rakesh, presenting herself to both him and Kusha hidden behind the curtain, and peeled the bodysuit down in one slow motion.
Laila didn't reply. But right now, she couldn't. Only wet sounds of submission rose from her mouth as Rakesh's thick powerful cock thrust inside over and over, making spit drip down her chin.
Kusha watched with wide eyes and a look of horror on her face. God, this wasn't a blowjob. Rakesh was using Laila like a sex toy, thrusting his big cock in and out of her mouth while the curvy married woman obediently took it, the angry defiance in her eyes giving way to helpless lust. How could a woman allow someone to do this to them? How could Laila go from sneering at Rakesh one moment, to letting him fuck her mouth the next?
It made no sense. Kusha couldn't look away.
Finally, Rakesh pulled Laila's dripping mouth off his cock, letting her gasp for breath, red faced. "You told me you have a surprise for me earlier," said Rakesh with amusement as Laila wiped her dripping mouth with the back of her hand and regained some of her composure.
Her eyes were sharp again as she looked up and said, "I did say that, didn't I? But then you started acting like a fucking prick. I'm not sure I want to show you the surprise anymore."
Kusha's eyebrows crinkled in confusion. Earlier, Laila had made it sound like she was perfectly happy having sex with Rakesh, but now it sounded like she barely tolerated his presence... Well, it sounded like that, and then she slobbered all over his cock. Kusha felt like she had whiplash. If Laila hated Rakesh so much, why would she submit to him sexually?
Rakesh gripped Laila's hair again and pulled her upward, drawing a hiss of pain from her lips, then roughly kissed her. Laila didn't turn away, making a sound halfway between a moan and a snarl of frustration as her tongue tangled wetly with Rakesh's.
"Show me," commanded Rakesh in a flat, demanding voice as he pulled away, his eyes serious as they locked with the submissive wife on the table beneath him. Laila slapped Rakesh's hand away with an angry sigh, then slipped off the table.
She untied the belt of her robes and let them fall open, revealing the snug swimsuit beneath, its thin fabric stretched over her soft, curvy body. The high-cut bottoms clung to the full swell of her hips and the deep crease where her thighs met. She turned away from Rakesh, presenting herself to both him and Kusha hidden behind the curtain, and peeled the bodysuit down in one slow motion.
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