Misc. Erotica Priyanka's Cuckold

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Part 3

Losing a job, as awkward as it can be, can actually make a couple closer or it can create some tensions. So it was for Samarth and Priyanka, they became more closer. The search for a new job was slow in this poor economy, but Samarth kept looking. Priyanka picked up extra modelling assignments and agreed to do some assignments away from Mumbai, too. The sex was, at best, loving and comforting. Several times, while inside his attractive wife, Samarth would hear her say things like, “Don’t cum yet. Fuck me good and don’t stop.” He continued to struggle with keeping his erections, and his small size did little for his wife’s deeper cravings. He had no answers; no clue as to how to make it all better. He had no job, and she was the one working. His worries about his inadequacy—his awareness that he was a failure as a lover—ran constantly through his head. He was going nuts.

One evening he was sitting in a pub, that night changed his mind set. Vishal, one of the employe in his previous job, met him over to the bar area. The evening had been a busy one, and laughter was in the air. Vishal himself was in a giddy mood, and they chatted up for a while. He, too, was working less these days and spending more time with his wife, Madhuri.

The subject turned to Samarth and whether he had had any success in his job search.The answer was, of course, a firm negative. Vishal, being a tad tipsy, made a comment that got Samarth excited. “You know what, Mr. Tiwari? When a woman makes the bread, all us guys get is a power struggle. The only way to please her is kick-ass sex. Never forget that one, young man.” Vishal ordered up two shots for them and chuckled.

Out of nowhere Samarth replied, “That’s the problem. Our sex life.” Vishal, wearing his trademark silly bow tie and suit, laughed and said, “Life is never easy.” The liquor helped him blurt out, “My solution was to take my Madhuri to swinger parties. That way she had all she ever wanted and could never again complain.” Both men were silent, perhaps realizing that the subject of the conversation wasn’t one to drink and chat over. Samarth knew that Priyanka liked the finer things in life. She was his sunshine, his princess. He wanted her to be happy ... or—he would never get her words out of his head—“I will look elsewhere.” More drinks followed, and the guys spoke of everything, from sports to computers. Then Vishal asked simply, “By the way, how’s that beautiful wife of yours these days?” Samarth hesitated, rubbing his chin. “She’s good, positive as always.” “She still keeps that bod in shape, I imagine?” added Vishal sipping his long glass of light beer.

Samarth shook his head, rolled his eyes and replied, “Yup, she still looks great.” The younger man contemplated his next question deeply before saying, “Can I ask you one thing, Vishal sir?” Vishal, with serious eyes and, adjusting his long mustache, nodded “Sure.”

Perhaps the gray in Vishal’s medium dark flowing hair held the wisdom Samarth so badly sought. “How did you find out about these swinger parties?” he asked. Later, as he left the pub, Samarth had many things to consider.

* * * *

At home, Samarth felt renewed passion. He found Priyanka reading some latest fashion magazine in bed. He neatly removed them from her grasp, slid her bikini panties down and buried his face between her legs. She was speechless. He went down, tasting her sweet juices. She became inflamed with desire. He flicked his tongue at her button, licking it up and down. She moaned, intensely excited. She called for him, ‘Oh Sam, I want you in me! Come to me, make love to me.”

The husband slid off his trousers. He was hard and entered her in one thrust. She cried out, “Oh yes, my husband, my lover, my prince.” The couple were horny, made love, passionately and with great resolve. Sam would hold out. He would not shoot. He would be strong. He kept his control for ten minutes—a long time for him.

“Oh yeah, I’m coming!” Samarth yelled, pulling out and spewing whiteness all over his sexy wife’s flat tummy. Priyanka loved it all. She was happy. She hugged her man, her husband. But she was still horny and wanted more. She masturbated when Sam showered. She had to extinguish her scorching fire.

In the morning, Samarth opened his laptop to find advertisement for work. He posted his resume online at even more places. He made calls, too. Priyanka prepared to head to her work. She always looked so good. Today she thought she should wear something Indian and wore a black saree, a sleevless black blouse. Sitting in a chair, she slid on her small, high-heeled black sandals. The photographers had themselves a hottie for this model, Samarth thought.

While tying back her silky black hair, Priyanka smiled at her husband. “I Love you, Sam.” She got up to leave. “Have a great day.” Samarth gave his wife a kiss. He smiled, too. Watching her leave the house, he knew tonight would mark a big event in their lives.

He resolved to bring up ‘swinging’ as an opportunity to meet other couples and perhaps even just men. Men for sex, men for satisfaction. She would either say, “You are freaking nuts,” or perhaps find the idea arousing. Later on he was nervous just thinking about it.

* * * *

Later that afternoon Priyanka and her best friend Menakshi went shopping. Menakshi— her beautiful model friend—was also a looker. Main attraction of her body was her butt, she had an amazing ass, Priyanka used to tease her. She had just gotten engaged and, with her wedding coming up, the girls needed a theme.

Meenakshi

First they stopped at a cafe for iced coffee. Menakshi, tossing her long hair out of her face, was excited and spoke first, “I can’t believe I’m getting married. Time sure has gone by quickly, Priyanka.” Sipping her drink, Priyanka nodded in agreement. “I like being married,” she said. Menakshi smiled at such a nice statement. “I just hope nothing changes once we’re married,” she replied with another grin. “I mean, things are really steamy and all.” Menakshi licked her straw suggestively, as though teasing it.

Priyanka shook her head. Menakshi elaborated, “We do it a lot, a real lot. Masood is, like, always wanting it.” Menakshi paused, then blurted out: “I want it, too.” The friends laughed. Inside Priyanka felt awkward. Her sex life was nothing to shout about, and she had little to add to this conversation.

However, she was curious, curious indeed. “So tell me, is Masood like really good in bed? Does the M&M’s couple match up well?” Priyanka often called Masood and Menakshi the M&M’s couple. The two were very much alike in temperament—sweet as candy. At Priyanka’s question, Menakshi could only lick her lips. She looked about, watching to see if others in the shop were listening. None seemed intent on the conversation. So she nudged in closer to Priyanka and spilled the beans. “Let’s just say he has a big tool and knows how to use it. It makes me feel so amazing. I could fuck all night long.” Menakshi settled back in her chair. She drank more iced coffee, and the smile on her face seemed permanent.

Priyanka, deep inside, was jealous. Masood was a pahadi guy from Himachal Pradesh with 6’3 height and amazing physique. Priyanka used to work with Masood in the past but later he quit fashion industry to focus on his carrer in fitness world, she knew how hot and muscular Masood is, she was jealous but also happy for Menakshi that she is getting satisfied on bed, while thinking all this she thought she and Samarth were not so

compatible in bed. The friends hit the clothing shop next, then Victoria’s Secret. They had a ball picking colors and props for Menakshi’s upcoming soon to be  girl party and, of course, clothing for the big night.

* * * *

The night had come, and Samarth was nervous. He was roaming in the kitchen, cleaning and picking things up and putting them back in place. His wife was changing upstairs. How could he explain such a wild idea to his wife? He went into the hallway, where he continued to pace up and down.

Priyanka came down the stairway, happy as can be. “Oh honey, what is it you have been dying to talk to me about?” She was calling out to him, still out of view. Then Samarth saw his wife. She wore Capri, her butt was looking so much amazing, with the blue bra. These were Victoria’s Secret, a brand Priyanka had always adored. Her proud breasts stood high, and with her long black hair tied back from her face, she looked adorable. “Hey,” she said.

The couple stood face to face. Samarth looked her in the eyes and changed his mind and retreated to the living room. She was quick to follow. Together they sat down on the couch, and she cuddled up to him. Herhead rested on his lap and her pretty eyes gazed upward. “Sam, tell me what you’ve been wanting to say.” Samarth hesitated but decided he had no choice. This had to be said. She popped up and kissed him, still lighthearted. Samarth sat her up and made it clear that he was serious. In the twenty minutes that followed he said it all. Priyanka said not a word. “I want you to have fun,” he said, over and over. She could live it up. He knew she needed more sexually. Why not explore? She stayed silent. He wanted her to say something. He kept going. “I never thought about swinging, Priyanka. It was the last thing on my mind.” He got up to get a bottle of water.

Priyanka followed his movements with a clueless expression. “Please grab me one, too,” she said. He sat back down with her. “I love you so much,” he said. “I only want the best for us, darling. If we think the scene is stupid, we can drop it and pretend like it never happened.”

Priyanka was dumbstruck. How could a man who claimed to love her so much be willing to do something like that? Having sex with other people was serious business. They were married, after all. They had vows, words that committed them to each other alone. The pretty, twenty nine year old wife sat frozen, assailed by conflicting emotions. How could he ask this of her? She wanted to say, Are you crazy? How can you even offer to make me available to others?

She had been preparing a “you’re nuts” speech, but what came out of her mouth was something else entirely. “I guess, Sam, if this is something you want, and if you think it could make our marriage better, I’ll try it. Just this once.” She could not believe what she had just said. She thought of Menakshi and her hot sex life. The hung bf who gave her all she desired. Perhaps she, Priyanka Tiwari, could experience such longing, such splendor. Samarth was shaking inside. His beloved wife had said yes. She had said yes! His world was about to be turned upside down.