Adultery Cuckold looses loving wife to boss

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Arjun parked a kilometre away, his heart racing, and crept back to the bungalow under the cover of dusk. The mango groves rustled, the air thick with anticipation. He tested every angle to see inside, his phone ready to record, as he had with the gigolos. He slunk through the garden, peering through mango trees, but the curtains were drawn, heavy brocade blocking his view. He circled to the side, hoping for a gap in the shutters, but the windows were frosted, revealing only shadows. Desperate, he climbed a low wall, straining to glimpse through a skylight, but the angle was wrong, the glass too high. Frustration gnawed at him—his fantasy demanded visuals, like the close-up videos of Vikram, Sameer, and Kabir.

Finally, he pressed his ear to the outer wall near the bedroom, his breath shallow, the stone cool against his cheek. Then he heard it—Priya’s screams, raw and unrestrained, unlike anything with the gigolos. Her moans were deeper, more guttural, laced with a passion that pierced him. Sanjay’s groans followed, low and rhythmic, a counterpoint to Priya’s cries. The sounds painted a vivid picture he couldn’t see: Priya’s body arching, Sanjay’s hands on her hips, their intimacy unguarded. The intensity was new, a surrender the gigolos never elicited, and it twisted Arjun’s arousal with envy. He gripped the wall, his phone useless, the absence of visuals a torment. Priya’s passion was for Sanjay, not him, and he couldn’t capture it.