Misc. Erotica Priyanka's Cuckold

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Part 6
The last year had been hell on earth. I was like a child or a needy, helpless little old man. Before my accident, I was healthy and in shape. I used to played badminton and worked out at the gym. I felt like a good man. I had my M.Tech degree and everything was looking up. Now I struggled every day just to stay positive. Initially it looked as if I would lose all lower body function, but the one blessing in all this was that my injury was inflicted just below the hip. My arms, shoulders and hands were reluctant participants, but they were not completely useless, and there was hope for further healing the nerves had not been severed. My understanding was that the key was to relieve the pressure and hope for further healing. I could do simple tasks, but I exhausted easily, and I was clumsy beyond belief.

My gorgeous wife had been all too kind. She took care of me and was now the only moneymaker in our household. Sometimes I felt worthless, but I had to keep the hope. She had hired a nurse a few months earlier, and Anita was helping with everything. So things were now a little easier for Priyanka. The worst part was that I just couldn’t get around by myself. I couldn’t even wash myself. It was so embarrassing. I was also bored, stiff. I hoped at least to be able to work from home someday, but at the moment everything was on hold. Another major issue: our sex life was non-existent. I couldn’t get an erection and might never be able to again. My young, nearly 30 year-old wife had no real man to make love to her. This, above all else, broke my heart and spirit. I had to put it out of my mind. We had enough problems. The bills were adding up and the insurance covered too little. We were about to lose our home, and I had no clue what would come next. We could lose our vehicles.
Priyanka had needed to get a work a lot. Her modelling career was okay, but now she was working on the weekends as well. She was so tired, but we had no other choice. I was waiting for my light hug and kiss. I got this every day before Priyanka went to the work. She leaned into me and whispered in my ear, “I hope your day was okay, dear.” She kissed my cheek and turned to leave. “I have a busy night as a fashion week was starting. “I hope you get some rest.”
I couldn’t help but wonder about all the guys that must hit on her at that fashion event. It made me a little sick. She was so pretty and fit. She deserved the attention, at least. Where the heck had my life gone?