Misc. Erotica Priyanka's Cuckold

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Part 2

Samarth and Priyanka decided that they don’t want to live in the city anymore. They agreed that they want to live away from noise and traffic, so they bought a big house in Alibaug, it has a ocean view a big swimming pool. There were only 4 houses in this area, all of them were big and very costly. Samarth took a loan to buy this house. They both were very happy.

“I love you, Sam,” whispered Priyanka.

Samarth packed his briefcase, smiled, and grabbed his lunch as he headed out the door. Wintertime was Priyanka’s favorite. She had a time off from her work, lots of sunshine and good weather in Mumbai. Priyanka loved her fruits, strawberry was her favourite. Today she would sip black coffee, head out to take the sun near pool in her new black calvin klein bikni, and read a romance novel. This was a good day. They had just one neighbor, a real estate agent named Aman Furniturewala. Aman was never home, so Priyanka could frolic and pretty much do as she pleased.

Priyanka pranced about in her two-piece, which showed off her trim body to perfection. Sliding smoothly into her pool chair, she eased into the late morning sunshine. A pair of giant white sunglasses kept her green eyes shaded as drifted off to sleep.

Aman happened to drive up next door. He had left an important phone number on his counter and rushed out of his black Audi to grab it.

Aman wore a typical business suit, and his forty-something body still fit it well. His three football games a week had kept him fit. He rushed into his home, running his hand through his dark, semi-feathered hair. He was late already. Then he happened to glance out his window and see Priyanka. He grinned and licked his lips. She certainly was a looker for a married woman. He laughed again, keeping his eyes fixed on her. Man, she had the hottest body, he thought. Lucky guy, that Samarth fellow. He rushed out his front door. On his way back to the insurance office, Aman could not help but ponder how it would be to have Priyanka as a lover. Any normal, sane guy would love to taste that. When he arrived at his destination, the meeting had already begun.

* * * *

The company in which Sam was working had been around for nearly twenty years. Samarth recently joined this company. The tall, lanky yet attractive software enginner wore glasses when working and always had a studious air. His black hair, never overly perfect, was pushed to the left. Today his load was light, yet he felt the pressure of a newbie. He would do his best.

Vishal, a senior employee, approached his desk. “What a weekend,” he sighed, patting Samarth on the shoulder. Samarth looked at him and, smiling, brushed off Vishal’s neck. “You have lipstick on your neck.” Vishal laughed yet rubbed at his neck as he walked away. Before Samarth could say more, his manager entered the office. Pratap Mehta was a big-shot managing partner. He expected the guys to work hard. He was Samarth’s father business partner and a good old friend, He was a father figure for Samarth. As a manager Pratap was good to Samarth. Pratap was an alpha male. People respected him, at least at work.

In the hallway at lunchtime, Samarth overheard Vishal talking with another employee. “She is such a tiger on these escapades. I mean, she is on fire for weeks after.”

Taking a drink from the water fountain, Samarth had to wonder what the hell Vishal was raving about. He decided to call Priyanka and say hello before heading back to the office. He turned to leave, and the last words he could make out from Vishal were, “Swinger parties are not what they used to be. These people are wealthy and sexy and man do they throw a killer party.” Samarth hustled back inside. Face flushed, he sat down and thought, “Swinging party?” He heard about this term “Swinging party” here and there and knew about it.

He called his wife to check in. She told him she was enjoying the sun and making a sandwich wrap. Soon, she’d be heading to the gym. A little envious, but satisfied with Priyanka’s update, Samarth went back to work. The client, who arrived ten minutes later, found him more than prepared.

* * * *

Pratap watched Samarth through the glass doors and nodded. Samarth had no idea how much this company was struggling. The bad economy had put a huge damper on the business.

* * * *

That evening Priyanka and Samarth went to see a film. There was mall around 15 km from their house, they went to see a romantic Bollywood movie. It was a sweet love story, and both of them had a good time. Later, the newly married couple joined each other in bed. They kissed, and Priyanka slipped out of her tank top and panties and straddled her Sam. In no time his t-shirt was removed, his boxers next. The sexy woman, now aflame, rolled to his side and took his penis in her warm mouth.

Samarth was semi-erect, yet small. Samarth, sadly, had a thin, almost headless cock. Priyanka sucked him vigorously, and when he was hard

enough jumped back on top, sliding his member inside of her now moist hole in movement. She bounced happily. He came too quickly. The couple, now both on edge, tried to console each other. “I was too excited, honey,” Samarth said, not for the first time. “It will get better.” Priyanka wanted more, much more. “Lick me then,” she insisted. “Make me cum.” Sam dove in, eager to make up for his premature ejaculation. He wanted his wife to be happy.

* * * *

As months passed nothing really changed in the bedroom. She started modelling again. Priyanka’s work kept her busy, and she was much more tired in the evenings. Sex had become less and less a priority. Samarth worked hard and held his own at the office. He made it a point to listen to Vishal’s swinger tales whenever possible. Vishal liked to talk, and every so often Samarth would eavesdrop in the hallways of the office. He had to wonder. Maybe, just maybe, he and his darling Priyanka could try something as extreme as swinging. He thought about it long and hard.

* * * *

To amuse herself, Priyanka played online. Once some fashion projects were complete; she browsed Facebook. Her college friends would chat up a storm with her. They all needed attention, and this place let them feel popular even though they were in their late twenties. If Samarth worked on a weekend, Priyanka made sure to go shopping. It was like a drug to her. She liked to exercise, eat well, chat on Facebook, and shop.

It was on one of those shopping trips that Priyanka ran into their next-

door neighbor, Aman. The mall had been quiet for a change and, while she was looking over a selection of new shoes, Priyanka and Aman came face to face. She acted surprised, smiled, and said, “Well, hi, stranger, what are you doing in the women’s shoe section?”

The sturdy Aman smiled back, “I was actually across the way looking at gym shorts. I saw this very pretty woman and just had to say hello.” Priyanka blushed and said, “We haven’t seen you in quite a while now. I thought you might have moved.”

Aman shook his head, “Nope, the company had me on one long training

program. We were in Kolkata for three weeks.”  The two exchanged a few more pleasantries. Priyanka invited Aman to come by sometime to have dinner with her and Samarth. Aman said he was up for that and would drop by when he got the chance.

“Well I’m out of here. I have a date tonight, first one since ... you know.”

Priyanka knew of Aman’s loss. Word had spread that his wife had died in a car crash on the first day of summer two years earlier. She was surprised he had waited so long to date. “I hope it’s a smashing success, Aman. You deserve a shot at love again.” Aman himself now blushed. “Well, thank you, young lady. I appreciate that.”

The two parted ways and Priyanka, fondling the latest style in shoes, came to the conclusion that she had to have them. They might feel a little uncomfortable, but they would look fantastic. She made her purchase and exited the store, wandering over to Victoria’s Secret. It took her no time to locate a sexy green bra and panties. She would wear the ensemble tonight for a special evening with her Sam.

That evening Samarth and his wife enjoyed fine wine, good dinner, and a wonderful salad Priyanka had prepared. They sat and shared good conversation. Then came the phone call. Samarth answered. Pratap Mehta was on the other end. “Son, I have something I need to talk to you about.”

Samarth said, “Okay, sir, what is it?”

Pratap hesitated, stuttering slightly. “Perhaps we should do this inperson? Meet me at the office in 30 minutes.” Samarth was stunned as he hung up the phone. Hoping not to spoil his wife’s dinner, he casually rose and said, “I need to run to the office for a few minutes, honey. Be right back.”

Priyanka had big plans once the meal was complete. The fridge held whip cream and her favorite, fresh strawberries. Under her skirt and blouse was the new lingerie set she had purchased earlier. Hiding her disappointment, she touched his shoulder and asked, “Is everything okay?” Samarth reassured her that all would be fine, that he’d be back before she knew it.

* * * *

The office was dim. A single light illuminated the main room as Pratap and Samarth spoke. The Mehta began, “Samarth, it is with great sorrow that I must relate some bad news. The company is on the brink of bankruptcy; we are hurting, son. We’re also being sued by a major client.” Samarth was in shock. How could he be so clueless? “Sir, how can this be?”

Pratap walked about, lost in thought, before facing Samarth. “I thought we’d come out of it, that the economy would turn ... but now this! Samarth, we can’t afford to keep you on.”

Samarth got defensive. “But sir, I just started ... Priyanka and I have major payments, a house loan, and too many big bills. What will we do?”

The men stared at each other in silence. Pratap finally said, “Samarth, hopefully this is only a temporary situation. I can sugar-coat it all you want. It doesn’t change the fact that you, as the new guy, had to be laid off.”

Samarth didn’t want to go home. He kept seeing the happy face of Priyanka. She was always happy. How could he share this news with her?

What would they do? He could get another job for some other company, but with whom? He stopped at a coffee shop, where he stayed for several hours. As he opened the door, he expected to see his wife sitting there, waiting for answers. She was nowhere in sight. The kitchen table was cleaned up. He made his way upstairs to find Priyanka reading on their bed. He did not want to share anything tonight. He felt bad enough. She, her brow creased with concern, said, “Sam is everything okay? Why did the meeting take so long?”

He lied. “Everything’s fine. A big mess on a major deal and there were too many loose ends to tie up. Sorry it took so long, babe.”

Priyanka snuggled up to her husband, kissed his neck, and rubbed his chest. He was hardly in the mood for anything, let alone trying to please his horny wife. He couldn’t handle failure twice in one day. Priyanka slid her delicate hand along his body, inside his boxers, until she reached his cock.

She stroked him just the way he liked it, coddled his balls. None of her usual moves could make him hard. She wanted to fuck. She whispered in his ear, “Honey, I want to make love to you.” She slithered off the bed to show her sexy new bra and panties for her man. Watching her, Samarth marveled at the beauty of his wife. Priyanka was a looker. She was firm and downright lovely. Priyanka paused mid-strut to give him her best smoldering look. Then

she moved in for a deep kiss. Samarth could not respond. He said, “I really wish I had the drive, but after today, with all the stress and shit that has gone down, I just want peace.”

* * * *

Priyanka was not happy. There would be no satisfaction. She stood in the bathroom and spoke to her reflection in the mirror. “I’m sexy. I work hard at keeping my body nice. I love my husband, and I want to have passionate sex as much as possible. What am I doing wrong?”

The next morning, the married couple sat together at the breakfast table in an odd silence. After a while Priyanka could no longer contain her emotions. She blurted out, “Things have to change, Sam. When a woman hits her stride sexually, she needs ... she needs ... satisfaction.” He looked up at her from his newspaper, his eyes void of emotion. She wanted his full attention. “Sam, are you listening to me? I’m going crazy here.”

He still did not reply, so she went on, “Since you won’t even acknowledge what I’m saying, let me put it a different way.” She ran her hands up her face and through her blonde hair. “If we can’t find a way to improve our sex life, I will ... I will ... look elsewhere.” It was clear how difficult this declaration was for her. She started crying, and it hurt Samarth so much that he stood up, took a deep breath and let it all out. “You will not be the only one looking elsewhere these days. I lost my job.” Furiously he wiped the tears from his eyes and raked his fingers through his short brown hair.

“You what?!” Priyanka shook her head in shock. “It’s your father’s friend company. How can you lose your job?” The couple held each other most of the afternoon. Their conversation had lasted for most of the morning. More tears were shed, followed by loving embraces. They would find a way to work it all out.

Samarth had a lot on his mind ... his unemployment, the loan, the bills, and his wife’s expensive tastes. As the evening settled in, everything had changed. Samarth could not erase the words of his sweet Priyanka. “I will look elsewhere.”