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Chapter 5
I stood still, barely breathing in the thick air. My thoughts spun wildly, trying to understand how everything had fallen apart so quickly. But all I felt was a mix of shame, anger, and a strange relief that I was out of that room.
Manavi stayed by the door, leaning casually against the wall. Her eyes on me were hard to read—maybe she was amused, or maybe she didn’t care at all. Then, she pushed away from the wall and walked towards me, taking slow, measured steps.
"You look like you've seen a ghost," she whispered, her voice tinged with a mocking note. Her fingers lightly touched my arm, making me jerk away slightly. "Come on, Ketan. Let's get you out of here. It's no use just standing around."
She led me firmly but gently toward the guest room. My legs felt heavy, each step a struggle under the weight of what had happened. The faint sounds of Ananya's moans followed us, echoing down the hall, a harsh reminder of what I was leaving behind.
Manavi opened the door to the guest room, her fingers brushing against my arm a moment longer before she let go. The room was dimly lit, offering little solace. The distant noises of Ananya's continued encounters were faint but piercing. It was unbelievable—Anand was ready to go again.
Manavi stopped at the doorway, her smile not as sharp as usual. "You're kind of lucky," she whispered, her voice low and playful. "Most men don't get to see the truth like you did tonight. Anand is good at showing people's true colors."
Her words hurt, poking at what was left of my self-respect. I sat down heavily on the bed, feeling the sounds of Ananya’s moans coming through the walls.
I realised there was something wet and heavy in my hands. I looked down. It was our Mangalsutra. My eyes filled with tears as I kept silently it on the side table.
Instead of leaving, Manavi shut the door quietly and sat next to me. She was too close for comfort. "She loves you, you know," she said, her voice gentler. "She just needed more, something you couldn’t give her."
My gaze locked with hers, filled with confusion and pain. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice a soft murmur.
"People change, Ketan. Maybe this was always going to happen. You and Ananya... perhaps she needed to find out what she was missing, and recognize your true feelings" Manavi said calmly.
As she spoke, her hand rested lightly on my thigh, slowly inching towards my lulli. Her touch was subtle but disturbing as she whispered close to my ear.
Puzzled, I asked, "Recognize what?"
"That you're a cuckold," she replied bluntly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Did you think this was just happening by chance?"
At her words, my tiny lulli twitched and stood at full attention. Manavi noticed and gave me a sympathetic smile.
Her grip tightened subtly around my lulli, her words gentle yet firm. "Let go, Ketan," she whispered, coaxing out my reluctant arousal. "This might be what you both need."
Torn between my self-loathing and the strange, guilty arousal her touch evoked, I felt a deep internal conflict. Her words, her actions, they peeled back layers of denial I had clung to.
"Exploring this might free you from the guilt," Manavi suggested quietly, her fingers tracing small circles on my skin, encouraging a forbidden excitement. "Maybe it’s time to see this part of yourself clearly."
Her continued touch, combined with her piercing words, left me in a turmoil of emotion—confusion, curiosity, and an unsettling sense of acceptance of my new, unwanted reality.
"Have you ever thought about how all this began?" Manavi asked, her voice casual but probing. I didn't answer, just stared at the floor while her words seemed to hang in the air.
"Anand is quite observant," she continued, leaning in closer now, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Remember that night at the bar? When you both ended up at the urinals together?"
I looked up sharply, my heart racing. That fleeting moment—my glance, my tipsy confession—it suddenly all came flooding back.
While we talked, Manavi got up and walked to a small table in the corner. She poured water from a jug into a glass. "You look thirsty," she said nonchalantly. I didn't notice her drop a small pill into the glass. It dissolved quickly, leaving no trace.
She handed me the glass. "Here, drink this. It'll help you relax," she said with a reassuring smile. I took the glass, my hands slightly shaking, and drank down the water, unaware of the pill she had added.
Manavi observed me as I drank, her gaze intense. She sat back down beside me, ready to continue our conversation. She had a plan, and I was unknowingly a part of it.
Manavi's laugh was low and knowing. "Oh, Ketan, you make it so clear. Just one look at your... lulli," she said, using the word mockingly, "and Anand knew everything he needed to plan this whole scenario."
"What do you mean?" My voice was shaky.
She gave a cunning smile. "He saw an opportunity at that moment and knew exactly how to use it. That quick glance, your drunk slip-up—it set his plans in motion."
The room felt like it was swirling around me as I tried to take in her words. Anand had been orchestrating it from the start.
"Why would he do that?" I stammered.
"Why? Because he can. He’s an alpha," Manavi interrupted, her tone sharp. "You gave him everything he needed—your doubts, your fears, even your wife. It wasn't just opening a door for him; you invited him in."
"Her words were sharp, cutting deeper than any physical pain. It wasn't just about Ananya, but also about me—my failures, my exposed weaknesses. They had used these against me.
Manavi leaned closer, her tone almost casual, as if discussing someone’s hobbies. "You know, Ketan, Anand isn’t just some guy who lucked into this. He’s been like this for years. He’s... relentless in bed. His stamina is unmatched, and I’ve seen it time and again. Even I struggle to keep up with him sometimes. He’s not like regular men—he doesn’t just stop after one round. He goes on and on, like it’s natural for him."
She paused for a moment, studying my reaction before continuing. "And this isn’t new, Ketan. He’s... helped other couples too. Remember Rahul and Priya? Or Neeraj and Simran? They’re not the same after him. I know it sounds crazy, but it’s not about him stealing anyone or breaking relationships—it’s about awakening something in people. That’s just his way. He sees desires people won’t admit to themselves, and he gives them what they didn’t even know they needed.
Manavi smirked, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "And it’s not just the wives. When Anand gets tired of the women, he has no problem turning his attention to the husbands. He doesn’t see limits, Ketan. He sees opportunities. Rahul never admitted it outright, but I know Anand had his fun with him too. And Neeraj? He told me once that Anand made him feel things he didn’t think were possible.
I shook my head, unwilling to accept it. “That can't be true.”
“But it is,” she insisted, her voice gentle yet firm. “You’ve been ignoring this part of yourself for too long, you are a cuckold Ketan and Anand saw it clearly. And honestly, so did Ananya.”
“Just look at your tiny lulli and how it has been up all night.”
“What did you tell her?” My voice trembled. “What did you say to make her agree to this... to wear that?”
Manavi relaxed back, her attitude casual as if we were discussing something trivial. “Ananya just needed a little encouragement. She's from a conservative background, always following the rules. Yet deep down, she’s always been curious, wondering what it's like to truly let go.”
“And the lingerie?” I pressed, my voice tight.
Her smirk returned, now colder. “I suggested she wear it if she wanted to understand what was going on and if she wanted to save your relationship. I wasn't sure she would, if she would be that gullible, but it turns out you both are a bit too submissive for your own good. Plus, living here and hearing my nightly activities—" she paused, her eyes narrowing, "it sparked something in her, a desire to feel that too.”
"Her words hit me hard. “You manipulated her,” I shot back, my anger rising. “No, Ketan. I just helped her see the truth,” Manavi replied calmly. “She wanted this. She’s been wanting more for a long time. She just needed someone to show her it was okay.” As we talked, the faint but clear sounds of Ananya’s moans from the next room got louder, reminding me painfully of the situation. “Hear that, Ketan?” Manavi whispered, leaning in closer while her hand moved towards my thigh. “That’s your wife, finally getting what she’s been missing. Anand knows exactly how to satisfy her, better than you ever imagined.”
The combination of her words and the soft touch of her hand was unexpectedly overwhelming. Her descriptions were vivid, detailing how Anand was taking Ananya to heights of pleasure I had never reached with her. The sounds of Ananya's screams, now more distinct, echoed through my mind, intermingling with the images Manavi painted with her words.
Caught in a storm of humiliation and strange arousal, my body responded before my mind could catch up. I could only grab a tissue from the side of the bed just in time. A deep, guttural groan escaped me as I felt a sudden, intense release. It washed over me uncontrollably, an embarrassing yet oddly freeing rush. I had been holding it on all night not wanting to jerk off at the sight of Anand taking my wife.
I trembled, shaken by the intensity of the moment, the sound of Ananya's ecstasy mingling with the thuds of the bed driving me over the edge. The room spun slightly as I grappled with the reality of my helplessness, the physical evidence of my reaction a stark testament to the words Manavi had whispered so cruelly.
After the unexpected release, the room settled into an uneasy silence. Manavi's expression softened for a moment as she observed my struggle with the tumult of emotions. She stood up slowly and suggested it was time to try and get some rest.
"Let's try and get some sleep," she said in a gentle tone, moving to close the door with care and dimming the main lights, leaving only a soft lamp glowing, casting long shadows across the room.
I lay back on the bed, feeling the cool sheets against my overheated skin. Manavi didn’t leave the room; instead, she slipped into the bed beside me, her presence a silent guard in the dimly lit space. She lay quietly, giving me room, yet her proximity was a palpable presence.
Sleep was elusive. Each time I drifted off, the faint sounds from the adjoining room—thuds and moans—jerked me back to wakefulness, a harsh reminder of Anand and Ananya. My mind replayed the earlier conversation with Manavi, intertwining her vivid descriptions with the distant echoes of the adjoining room.
Then, at 4 AM, I felt someone shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes and saw Ananya standing there. Manavi was already up, watching us.
As I slowly woke up, I saw Ananya standing next to the bed. She was completely naked, and the soft light in the room showed every detail of her body. A sheen of sweat glimmered from her body. She looked like she had been fucked a lot. Her skin, usually so smooth and perfect, now had bite marks on her boobs and neck. Each mark was a clear sign of rough kisses and bites.
Seeing her like this made tears come to my eyes. It was hard to understand how everything had changed so fast. These marks on her body were proof of her time with Anand, and they told a story of intense passion that I had never given her.
Her eyes met mine for a moment. They were full of something deep that I couldn't quite figure out—was it regret, confusion, or pure satisfaction ? It hurt too much to keep looking at her, so I had to look away. I wiped the tears from my eyes, feeling a cold, heavy reality settle in.
Ananya's voice was flat and emotionless as she spoke to me, her words hitting like cold facts. "Anand sent me here as a reward for you being a good cucky. He said you should reclaim your wife." Her tone was robotic, stripped of any feeling, making the words even harder to process.
She went and grabbed the mangalsutra from the side table. It had developed a crusty layer of white dried juices. Holding it in front of me looking expectantly. With shivering hands I tied the mangalsutra around her neck. It was only the second time I was doing this. The first one being at our wedding.
She just stood in front of me. I stared at her, confused and unable to fully grasp the meaning of reclaiming my wife.. Then, without another word, Ananya turned away from me and got down on her hands and knees, positioning herself in the doggy style posture right in front of me. The sight was both shocking and arousing in a way I couldn’t understand. My body responded with a small, unexpected erection, though my mind was far from comprehending how or why I was reacting.
Beside me, Manavi watched with an unreadable expression. She leaned over and whispered encouragingly, "Go on, Ketan. This is what he wants, and it’s your chance." Her words nudged me forward, though part of me still hesitated, confused by the mix of emotions and the physical response I couldn't explain.
I didn't know why I was getting erect again—unaware that the viagra Manavi had secretly mixed into my water was kicking in, fueling a physical need that felt alien given the night’s events.
As I moved closer to Ananya, my heart pounded wildly. She stayed perfectly still, waiting, her posture submissive yet distant. Her pussy looked swollen and used, with traces of cum still leaking from it. The room was quiet except for the faint sound of our breathing.
Taking a deep breath, I reached out tentatively, my hands shaking as I touched her butt. It felt warm and real, so different from the cold, hard facts of her words. Her body under my hands brought back a rush of intimacy we once shared, now tainted by the night's harsh realities.
As I pushed into Ananya, a wave of disgust washed over me when I realized the wetness wasn't from her arousal but from the cum that was still leaking out of her. The slick, messy evidence of Anand's presence made each shallow thrust a grim reminder of the night's events. There was no usual tightness; instead, my tiny lulli slid in with hardly any resistance, as if nothing was there to meet it. Underneath me, Ananya remained completely still, her lack of movement making it seem like she couldn’t even feel me inside her. This felt wrong and deeply unsettling.
Memories of how it used to be between us flashed through my mind. I remembered the way her body would clench around me, pulling me deeper, our moans mingling in the heat of our love.
Now, the contrast couldn't be starker. Moving inside her now felt empty, almost mechanical. There was no response from her, no warmth or closeness we once shared. It was as if the physical connection we once cherished had vanished, leaving behind a void that echoed with the emptiness of our current reality.
Each motion was a reminder of how much had changed. I was trying to find something that seemed lost, reaching out for the closeness we once had, but all I encountered was the chilling absence of the intimacy we used to know.
I continued for a while, my disgust growing with every motion, but the feeling of disconnect was too overwhelming. Eventually, I couldn't bear it any longer and climbed off the bed. Ananya got up mechanically, her voice empty as she echoed Anand's words: "Thank you for being such a good cucky."
She started to walk towards the door, and in a desperate attempt to hold onto something, anything, I asked, "Where are you going?"
Ananya paused at the doorway, her back still turned to me. "I'm going to sleep in Anand's bedroom," she stated plainly, her tone devoid of any emotion.
A sharp pain hit my chest as her words sank in. I watched her walk away, each step she took toward Anand's room deepening the divide between us. Left alone in the silent darkness, I lay back down, tears streaming down my face as the muffled sounds of Anand and Ananya continued from the other room.
The reality of my new place in their lives, merely a spectator to their intimacy, settled around me like a cold blanket.
Manavi shifted beside me, her presence a reminder of how far things had spiraled. She lay with one hand dbangd lightly across my chest, her fingers brushing against my skin. Her legs rested casually across my thighs, pinning me in place as though to ensure I didn’t escape the torment of the night. The intimacy of her touch, so casual yet deliberate, felt alien in this moment of utter despair, as though even my grief was something to be controlled.
As the night stretched on, the noises from Anand's room were a constant reminder of my loss. I cried until exhaustion took over, but even then, sleep was fitful. I drifted in and out, haunted by the sounds, Manavi’s touch, and the harsh truth of my new reality
I stood still, barely breathing in the thick air. My thoughts spun wildly, trying to understand how everything had fallen apart so quickly. But all I felt was a mix of shame, anger, and a strange relief that I was out of that room.
Manavi stayed by the door, leaning casually against the wall. Her eyes on me were hard to read—maybe she was amused, or maybe she didn’t care at all. Then, she pushed away from the wall and walked towards me, taking slow, measured steps.
"You look like you've seen a ghost," she whispered, her voice tinged with a mocking note. Her fingers lightly touched my arm, making me jerk away slightly. "Come on, Ketan. Let's get you out of here. It's no use just standing around."
She led me firmly but gently toward the guest room. My legs felt heavy, each step a struggle under the weight of what had happened. The faint sounds of Ananya's moans followed us, echoing down the hall, a harsh reminder of what I was leaving behind.
Manavi opened the door to the guest room, her fingers brushing against my arm a moment longer before she let go. The room was dimly lit, offering little solace. The distant noises of Ananya's continued encounters were faint but piercing. It was unbelievable—Anand was ready to go again.
Manavi stopped at the doorway, her smile not as sharp as usual. "You're kind of lucky," she whispered, her voice low and playful. "Most men don't get to see the truth like you did tonight. Anand is good at showing people's true colors."
Her words hurt, poking at what was left of my self-respect. I sat down heavily on the bed, feeling the sounds of Ananya’s moans coming through the walls.
I realised there was something wet and heavy in my hands. I looked down. It was our Mangalsutra. My eyes filled with tears as I kept silently it on the side table.
Instead of leaving, Manavi shut the door quietly and sat next to me. She was too close for comfort. "She loves you, you know," she said, her voice gentler. "She just needed more, something you couldn’t give her."
My gaze locked with hers, filled with confusion and pain. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice a soft murmur.
"People change, Ketan. Maybe this was always going to happen. You and Ananya... perhaps she needed to find out what she was missing, and recognize your true feelings" Manavi said calmly.
As she spoke, her hand rested lightly on my thigh, slowly inching towards my lulli. Her touch was subtle but disturbing as she whispered close to my ear.
Puzzled, I asked, "Recognize what?"
"That you're a cuckold," she replied bluntly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Did you think this was just happening by chance?"
At her words, my tiny lulli twitched and stood at full attention. Manavi noticed and gave me a sympathetic smile.
Her grip tightened subtly around my lulli, her words gentle yet firm. "Let go, Ketan," she whispered, coaxing out my reluctant arousal. "This might be what you both need."
Torn between my self-loathing and the strange, guilty arousal her touch evoked, I felt a deep internal conflict. Her words, her actions, they peeled back layers of denial I had clung to.
"Exploring this might free you from the guilt," Manavi suggested quietly, her fingers tracing small circles on my skin, encouraging a forbidden excitement. "Maybe it’s time to see this part of yourself clearly."
Her continued touch, combined with her piercing words, left me in a turmoil of emotion—confusion, curiosity, and an unsettling sense of acceptance of my new, unwanted reality.
"Have you ever thought about how all this began?" Manavi asked, her voice casual but probing. I didn't answer, just stared at the floor while her words seemed to hang in the air.
"Anand is quite observant," she continued, leaning in closer now, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Remember that night at the bar? When you both ended up at the urinals together?"
I looked up sharply, my heart racing. That fleeting moment—my glance, my tipsy confession—it suddenly all came flooding back.
While we talked, Manavi got up and walked to a small table in the corner. She poured water from a jug into a glass. "You look thirsty," she said nonchalantly. I didn't notice her drop a small pill into the glass. It dissolved quickly, leaving no trace.
She handed me the glass. "Here, drink this. It'll help you relax," she said with a reassuring smile. I took the glass, my hands slightly shaking, and drank down the water, unaware of the pill she had added.
Manavi observed me as I drank, her gaze intense. She sat back down beside me, ready to continue our conversation. She had a plan, and I was unknowingly a part of it.
Manavi's laugh was low and knowing. "Oh, Ketan, you make it so clear. Just one look at your... lulli," she said, using the word mockingly, "and Anand knew everything he needed to plan this whole scenario."
"What do you mean?" My voice was shaky.
She gave a cunning smile. "He saw an opportunity at that moment and knew exactly how to use it. That quick glance, your drunk slip-up—it set his plans in motion."
The room felt like it was swirling around me as I tried to take in her words. Anand had been orchestrating it from the start.
"Why would he do that?" I stammered.
"Why? Because he can. He’s an alpha," Manavi interrupted, her tone sharp. "You gave him everything he needed—your doubts, your fears, even your wife. It wasn't just opening a door for him; you invited him in."
"Her words were sharp, cutting deeper than any physical pain. It wasn't just about Ananya, but also about me—my failures, my exposed weaknesses. They had used these against me.
Manavi leaned closer, her tone almost casual, as if discussing someone’s hobbies. "You know, Ketan, Anand isn’t just some guy who lucked into this. He’s been like this for years. He’s... relentless in bed. His stamina is unmatched, and I’ve seen it time and again. Even I struggle to keep up with him sometimes. He’s not like regular men—he doesn’t just stop after one round. He goes on and on, like it’s natural for him."
She paused for a moment, studying my reaction before continuing. "And this isn’t new, Ketan. He’s... helped other couples too. Remember Rahul and Priya? Or Neeraj and Simran? They’re not the same after him. I know it sounds crazy, but it’s not about him stealing anyone or breaking relationships—it’s about awakening something in people. That’s just his way. He sees desires people won’t admit to themselves, and he gives them what they didn’t even know they needed.
Manavi smirked, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "And it’s not just the wives. When Anand gets tired of the women, he has no problem turning his attention to the husbands. He doesn’t see limits, Ketan. He sees opportunities. Rahul never admitted it outright, but I know Anand had his fun with him too. And Neeraj? He told me once that Anand made him feel things he didn’t think were possible.
I shook my head, unwilling to accept it. “That can't be true.”
“But it is,” she insisted, her voice gentle yet firm. “You’ve been ignoring this part of yourself for too long, you are a cuckold Ketan and Anand saw it clearly. And honestly, so did Ananya.”
“Just look at your tiny lulli and how it has been up all night.”
“What did you tell her?” My voice trembled. “What did you say to make her agree to this... to wear that?”
Manavi relaxed back, her attitude casual as if we were discussing something trivial. “Ananya just needed a little encouragement. She's from a conservative background, always following the rules. Yet deep down, she’s always been curious, wondering what it's like to truly let go.”
“And the lingerie?” I pressed, my voice tight.
Her smirk returned, now colder. “I suggested she wear it if she wanted to understand what was going on and if she wanted to save your relationship. I wasn't sure she would, if she would be that gullible, but it turns out you both are a bit too submissive for your own good. Plus, living here and hearing my nightly activities—" she paused, her eyes narrowing, "it sparked something in her, a desire to feel that too.”
"Her words hit me hard. “You manipulated her,” I shot back, my anger rising. “No, Ketan. I just helped her see the truth,” Manavi replied calmly. “She wanted this. She’s been wanting more for a long time. She just needed someone to show her it was okay.” As we talked, the faint but clear sounds of Ananya’s moans from the next room got louder, reminding me painfully of the situation. “Hear that, Ketan?” Manavi whispered, leaning in closer while her hand moved towards my thigh. “That’s your wife, finally getting what she’s been missing. Anand knows exactly how to satisfy her, better than you ever imagined.”
The combination of her words and the soft touch of her hand was unexpectedly overwhelming. Her descriptions were vivid, detailing how Anand was taking Ananya to heights of pleasure I had never reached with her. The sounds of Ananya's screams, now more distinct, echoed through my mind, intermingling with the images Manavi painted with her words.
Caught in a storm of humiliation and strange arousal, my body responded before my mind could catch up. I could only grab a tissue from the side of the bed just in time. A deep, guttural groan escaped me as I felt a sudden, intense release. It washed over me uncontrollably, an embarrassing yet oddly freeing rush. I had been holding it on all night not wanting to jerk off at the sight of Anand taking my wife.
I trembled, shaken by the intensity of the moment, the sound of Ananya's ecstasy mingling with the thuds of the bed driving me over the edge. The room spun slightly as I grappled with the reality of my helplessness, the physical evidence of my reaction a stark testament to the words Manavi had whispered so cruelly.
After the unexpected release, the room settled into an uneasy silence. Manavi's expression softened for a moment as she observed my struggle with the tumult of emotions. She stood up slowly and suggested it was time to try and get some rest.
"Let's try and get some sleep," she said in a gentle tone, moving to close the door with care and dimming the main lights, leaving only a soft lamp glowing, casting long shadows across the room.
I lay back on the bed, feeling the cool sheets against my overheated skin. Manavi didn’t leave the room; instead, she slipped into the bed beside me, her presence a silent guard in the dimly lit space. She lay quietly, giving me room, yet her proximity was a palpable presence.
Sleep was elusive. Each time I drifted off, the faint sounds from the adjoining room—thuds and moans—jerked me back to wakefulness, a harsh reminder of Anand and Ananya. My mind replayed the earlier conversation with Manavi, intertwining her vivid descriptions with the distant echoes of the adjoining room.
Then, at 4 AM, I felt someone shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes and saw Ananya standing there. Manavi was already up, watching us.
As I slowly woke up, I saw Ananya standing next to the bed. She was completely naked, and the soft light in the room showed every detail of her body. A sheen of sweat glimmered from her body. She looked like she had been fucked a lot. Her skin, usually so smooth and perfect, now had bite marks on her boobs and neck. Each mark was a clear sign of rough kisses and bites.
Seeing her like this made tears come to my eyes. It was hard to understand how everything had changed so fast. These marks on her body were proof of her time with Anand, and they told a story of intense passion that I had never given her.
Her eyes met mine for a moment. They were full of something deep that I couldn't quite figure out—was it regret, confusion, or pure satisfaction ? It hurt too much to keep looking at her, so I had to look away. I wiped the tears from my eyes, feeling a cold, heavy reality settle in.
Ananya's voice was flat and emotionless as she spoke to me, her words hitting like cold facts. "Anand sent me here as a reward for you being a good cucky. He said you should reclaim your wife." Her tone was robotic, stripped of any feeling, making the words even harder to process.
She went and grabbed the mangalsutra from the side table. It had developed a crusty layer of white dried juices. Holding it in front of me looking expectantly. With shivering hands I tied the mangalsutra around her neck. It was only the second time I was doing this. The first one being at our wedding.
She just stood in front of me. I stared at her, confused and unable to fully grasp the meaning of reclaiming my wife.. Then, without another word, Ananya turned away from me and got down on her hands and knees, positioning herself in the doggy style posture right in front of me. The sight was both shocking and arousing in a way I couldn’t understand. My body responded with a small, unexpected erection, though my mind was far from comprehending how or why I was reacting.
Beside me, Manavi watched with an unreadable expression. She leaned over and whispered encouragingly, "Go on, Ketan. This is what he wants, and it’s your chance." Her words nudged me forward, though part of me still hesitated, confused by the mix of emotions and the physical response I couldn't explain.
I didn't know why I was getting erect again—unaware that the viagra Manavi had secretly mixed into my water was kicking in, fueling a physical need that felt alien given the night’s events.
As I moved closer to Ananya, my heart pounded wildly. She stayed perfectly still, waiting, her posture submissive yet distant. Her pussy looked swollen and used, with traces of cum still leaking from it. The room was quiet except for the faint sound of our breathing.
Taking a deep breath, I reached out tentatively, my hands shaking as I touched her butt. It felt warm and real, so different from the cold, hard facts of her words. Her body under my hands brought back a rush of intimacy we once shared, now tainted by the night's harsh realities.
As I pushed into Ananya, a wave of disgust washed over me when I realized the wetness wasn't from her arousal but from the cum that was still leaking out of her. The slick, messy evidence of Anand's presence made each shallow thrust a grim reminder of the night's events. There was no usual tightness; instead, my tiny lulli slid in with hardly any resistance, as if nothing was there to meet it. Underneath me, Ananya remained completely still, her lack of movement making it seem like she couldn’t even feel me inside her. This felt wrong and deeply unsettling.
Memories of how it used to be between us flashed through my mind. I remembered the way her body would clench around me, pulling me deeper, our moans mingling in the heat of our love.
Now, the contrast couldn't be starker. Moving inside her now felt empty, almost mechanical. There was no response from her, no warmth or closeness we once shared. It was as if the physical connection we once cherished had vanished, leaving behind a void that echoed with the emptiness of our current reality.
Each motion was a reminder of how much had changed. I was trying to find something that seemed lost, reaching out for the closeness we once had, but all I encountered was the chilling absence of the intimacy we used to know.
I continued for a while, my disgust growing with every motion, but the feeling of disconnect was too overwhelming. Eventually, I couldn't bear it any longer and climbed off the bed. Ananya got up mechanically, her voice empty as she echoed Anand's words: "Thank you for being such a good cucky."
She started to walk towards the door, and in a desperate attempt to hold onto something, anything, I asked, "Where are you going?"
Ananya paused at the doorway, her back still turned to me. "I'm going to sleep in Anand's bedroom," she stated plainly, her tone devoid of any emotion.
A sharp pain hit my chest as her words sank in. I watched her walk away, each step she took toward Anand's room deepening the divide between us. Left alone in the silent darkness, I lay back down, tears streaming down my face as the muffled sounds of Anand and Ananya continued from the other room.
The reality of my new place in their lives, merely a spectator to their intimacy, settled around me like a cold blanket.
Manavi shifted beside me, her presence a reminder of how far things had spiraled. She lay with one hand dbangd lightly across my chest, her fingers brushing against my skin. Her legs rested casually across my thighs, pinning me in place as though to ensure I didn’t escape the torment of the night. The intimacy of her touch, so casual yet deliberate, felt alien in this moment of utter despair, as though even my grief was something to be controlled.
As the night stretched on, the noises from Anand's room were a constant reminder of my loss. I cried until exhaustion took over, but even then, sleep was fitful. I drifted in and out, haunted by the sounds, Manavi’s touch, and the harsh truth of my new reality
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