Misc. Erotica Priyanka's Cuckold

[samcuck2]

Part 1

Some girls kept their age a secret. Not Priyanka. She was twenty-eight years old.
She was, a Aishwarya Rai lookalike—not super-model material, but lovely. Even with her hair tied back, Priyanka looked fantastic. She hit the gym regularly and packed a body any woman would be proud of.





 The wedding had been a smashing success. Her husband Samarth or Sam, as everyone called him—came from a wealthy family, and his parents had taken on the cost of the whole wedding, sparing no expense.
Priyanka was a successful model. Samarth was following the footsteps of his dad, was a software engineer. He was a tall guy, thin yet surprisingly athletic. His charming yet caring way had convinced Priyanka to be his beloved. They had played the game of life correctly, and everything had fallen into place.

Today would be their first day as husband and wife. Everyone expected that there would soon be children on the way, that Samarth would excel at his job and that Priyanka’s modeling career would flourish. The wedding had been just about perfect. Priyanka wore a gorgeous
orange lehenga adorned with a necklace of rare rubies gifted by her in-laws. Man, was she a queen!
* * * *




In every marriage there are issues. Priyanka had a few. She loved to play on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and anywhere else where she could talk about her life. She wanted to be important. She was a “me” girl. She wore the latest trendy clothes, calculated her fat grams, and looked slim and put together. Samarth did his best to fulfill all her wants and needs. He, too, stayed in shape. He catered to her other whims and made her feel like a princess. Samarth’ position at his company seemed solid. The money poured in, and Priyanka could take the time off from her modelling carrier and get and do the things she wanted.

There was one secret Priyanka and Sam kept to themselves—one that concerned their bedroom activities. You see, Priyanka’s Sam was small in the penile department—very small—a fact that frustrated his bride. The newness of love, marriage and getting all she ever dreamed of only lasted so long. The couple had settled in. They had just moved into a wonderful house that suited them both perfectly.
Tonight was the first in their new home. Priyanka turned to her husband in bed. “Sam, I wish we could do better ... our love-making, I mean.” She
frowned, and even the little lines between her brows were adorable. “We just can’t seem to get on the same page.”
The husband shook his head, squeezed the hands of his pretty wife, and gazed earnestly into her eyes. He tried to comfort her. “Sweetheart, I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say. I’ll do anything it takes to make you happy.”
Samarth Tiwari had no idea he was about to become a cuckold.