Adultery Samantha Cuckold Story

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Sam moved closer and he picked up that scent again: the mixture of her body odour and the perfume she usually wore. It was intoxicating. She smiled at him as she touched his hand.

“Darling?”

“Hmm?”

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You are…breathtaking!”

Sam giggled and noticed his hard-on on his pants. “I see that you already are ready…for tonight!”   

Naga touched her cheek. “I am, babe. But it’s not just me…”

Samantha blinked as she failed to register what he just said. “What?”

“Remember when I told you I wanted to see you with someone else?”

Samantha’s face turned pink. “Yes.”

“Well…I have a present for you.”

Naga Chaithanya walked towards the door which Samantha assumed, led to the restroom. He opened the door and stepped aside, with flourish. She could see him internally jumping with excitement as he did that.

After a second’s pause, a man stepped out into the bedroom.

He stood at a height that immediately reminded her of Rana Daggubati because he stood atleast a foot taller than her. But he was more bulky than she ever remembered Rana of being. Not the muscular, bodybuilding kind. But a more natural body type. He looked like he lifted a lot of weights regularly…but just not dumbbells or barbells. There were no visible abs but one could try to punch this man’s stomach and get his fingers crushed easily. His skin was dark and chocolaty with a lot of chest hair….yes, he wore only a rough pant. No other bodily clothing.

Naga Chaithanya waved at the man beside him, who made him look like a middle collegeer. “I’ve found a bull for you, babe.”

Samantha was barely listening. She was so fixated on his body that she didn’t even register the man walking towards her, until he was so close that he was breathing on her face. Sam looked up at his face for the first time.
He sported a Caesar haircut and had piercing brown eyes that were currently exploring her chest. His thick lips was quite darkened. A thick moustache and a rough stubble of black beard surrounded his lips.

Sam looked into those eyes…and immediately felt tiny. Like a doll in the hands of a grown man. She knew who was in control.

Naga started talking enthusiastically. “His name is Madhan, babe. You know where I found him? He used to work for my da-“

Samantha raised a finger to silence Naga. He was genuinely surprised as she had never done such a thing before. She never spoke against him. She never interrupted or overruled him like that. But now she was.

Naga realised that his wife no longer respected him, after seeing such a masculine man before her. He no longer felt like a man, to her. And that thought made him hornier.

Madhan raised a hand and put a thick, stubby finger on Samantha’s soft lips. He felt them and rubbed them, as she closed her eyes and stood there without resistance, her face a deep shade of pink.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot, bitch!” He grunted in a cold, deep, animalistic voice. “When I saw your picture, I knew your cunt needed some manly handling…”

He slid his finger inside her mouth. “You do need a man to handle your dirty cunt, don’t you?

Samantha gave a low, muffled moan like a puppy obediently and desperately waiting for a treat.

“You want me to give you strong, beautiful babies?”

Another moan. 

He pulled out his wet finger from her mouth and pulled off her pallu...

To be continued...