Adultery A Cuckold Son's Journey

[scorpia95]

I'll try posting book 1.5 here and see if people get confused. If they do, I'll create a separate thread for this story.

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Book 1.5 – The Origins of Anjali and Anwar

Warning: Book 1.5 has M/M sex scenes. 

Anjali dreamed of better days in her unconsciousness. She dreamed of the time when she was happiest. With Ramalal’s strong arms around her as she nuzzled his chest, while Anwar slept horizontally at the edge of the bed by their feet. Two men that loved and worshiped her.

Only three people in the world knew of her hubby’s secret desire. Anjali, her husband, and their servant back in India. Anjali had known about Anwar’s submissiveness before they had decided to get married. It gave her a thrill knowing that she had a '. man begging to worship her feet and submit to her every desire. She loved him more than anything in the world and his fetish became hers over time.

The only reason she had Chandran take the liberties that he had was because she knew that Anwar wouldn’t be too angry if he ever found out. Chandran was not the first man who had touched her waist or kissed her. There was another back in India. In fact, it was their servant boy Ramalal. On her husband’s encouragement, she had relentlessly flirted with him, often teasing him by brushing past him with her boobs. Both Anwar and Anjali loved the game, and Anjali especially loved the attention she got after such antics when Anwar paid extra attention to her for the next few days.

She had often teased him about the naughty things she would love to do with Ramalal while Anwar moaned on the ground with her foot pressed against his lips while the other foot rubbed on his dick. It was true that Anwar had a hard time getting hard (no pun intended), but he was able to cum this way. And he came a lot! Especially when she rubbed on his dick and humiliated him. She never meant any of the things she had told him in their playtime, but she did get turned on by it just as much as he did. This was their way of having sex. It was different than most couples, but they loved each other regardless.

It had started a few years after they gotten married. Anwar had suggested that maybe it was time that they finally invited Ramalal to their bedroom. This was the only time in their lives that they could have fun and explore without and repercussions, before a kid came into the picture and made their lives more complicated. Anjali was shocked at his suggestion, but a part of her did want to feel Ramalal inside her. They had gotten him as a servant when he was just 16 years old and now after a few years of teasing him, she felt that she owed him. Not only that, the last time Anwar had gotten hard enough to get inside her was on their marriage day, which was only for a few seconds.

Anwar’s viewpoint

Anwar knew what he was since a very young age. He was a submissive who got off on being demeaned and more importantly, worshiping feet. He had married a girl he loved who accepted him for who he was and even role-played his fantasies to appease him. But it never satisfied him. It just wasn’t enough. Anwar wasn’t a saint either. He had done things that his wife knew nothing of. He had a secret submissive relationship with Ramalal.

Ever since that young boy of 16 had entered his life, the servant boy had satisfied his sexual cravings of being dominated, and Ramalal was really good at that. He was the perfect servant boy who was shy and demure in his wife’s presence, but once she left the house to visit family, it was another matter.

It had started as a card game where they would make each other do stupid things to whoever ended up losing. Only this card game was different. Anwar had spent a year cozying up to the young ***** boy, slowly becoming his friend rather than his master. But he had ulterior motives. This card game, he did something different and said that whoever ended up losing would have to clean the other persons feet with their tongue. This was just a ploy for him to live out his dark desires of worshiping his lowly servant’s feet. It was the ultimate thrill for someone like him who desired to be dominated.

Of course, he threw the game on purpose and moaned in disgust at the torture he was about to suffer, making it seem as if this was the last thing he wanted to do. And of course, Ramalal insisted that he didn’t have to go through with it since it was only a stupid game and that he’d feel bad about his employer having to do such a thing.

“Ramalal, I am a man of my word! What kind of man would you think I am if I went back on the dare now huh!” he said pulling Ramalal to his feet and guiding him to sit on the sofa.

“Are you sure sir? I have never sat down on your sofa, I thought it wasn’t allowed” he said with a confused look on his face.

Anwar’s heart was beating so fast and loud that he hadn’t even heard the young man. He wasn’t gay, he knew that for sure. Many people often get this confused. A person is gay when they love another man. But making love to another man is something completely different. There are no emotions involved, it’s just sex. Anwar knew in his heart that he loved Anjali, and what he was doing now was just to satisfy his sexual cravings.

As Anwar got on his knees, he looked at the young man before him. He was dusky and hairless, his complexion vibrating with youth. He had short cropped hair looked down at him from underneath his eyelashes, waiting for whatever it was that was to come. He turned his gaze down and inspected his feet. They were beautiful without any veins protruding and slightly dusty from having been barefoot all day.

His body shivered as his mind went into sub mode. Slowly bringing his face closer to Ramalal’s feet, he took a tentative breath as he inhaled the sweet slight cheesy aroma of a hard day’s work.

“uh.. what are you doing? I thought you would only lick them a bit” Ramalal asking in confusion, looking down at the master of the house kneeling before his feet. Despite the weirdness of the situation, somewhere in the back of his mind, it made him feel powerful, though he didn’t realize it at the moment.

“Don’t worry Ramu, I’m just trying to see which place I need to spend the most effort cleaning. Wherever it smells stronger is where I will spend the most time” Anwar replied thinking quickly.

“Oh.. okay, I think that makes sense” Ramalal replied wondering what he was supposed to do now, fidgeting with his hands.

Anwar continued his explorations as he felt Ramalal relax into the couch and turn on the TV. He sniffed under and between each toe and covered the entire surface area. He spent almost 10 minutes just smelling the entire surface area of his foot with his eyes closed. This was heavenly. In his mind, he compared it to Anjali’s feet and realized that they both smelt very different and he couldn’t compare them against each other. He liked them both in different ways.
He looked up to see that Ramalal wasn’t even paying any attention to him, he was too engrossed on the cartoon playing on the TV.

Anwar cleared his throat to get Ramalal’s attention “okay, I think I figured it out. The place that smells the most is your heel and between your toes, so I will spend most of my time there”

“okay sir, but you know you really don’t have to do this.” he replied giving Anwar an out to stop what he was about to do.

“No Ramalal, it is very important for me to keep my promises” Anwar said with a smile on his face as he lowered his lips and popped his  servants big toe in his mouth.

“ahh, that tickles!” Ramalal said giggling.

Anwar payed him no attention as he continued sucking on his toes, one after another. Ramalal occasionally wiggled his toes that were in his mouth, which turned him on even more. He spent a long time suckling on them under the guise of cleaning them. He slowly licked up and down his feet, ridding them of dust. He chewed slightly on the rough part to soften them before licking them over and over, slowly sanding them to smoothness with his tongue. When he was finally done 30 minutes later, Ramalal looked down.

“Oh… is it over already?” I completely lost track of time watching the television.

Anwar just smiled and picked up his other foot, repeating the process.