11-10-2025, 06:00 PM
The moment Samiksha walked towards the bed and lay down, committing to earning the full price of their survival, the sound of the crisp 30,000 INR notes Rajat had just paid me seemed to buzz in my ears. I stood rooted, my function now strictly voyeuristic, fighting the paralyzing blend of **"immense guilt but also an undeniable surge of excitement"**.
Rajat, the successful 30-year-old software engineer, approached the bed where Samiksha lay completely naked. His movements were deliberate and confident.
He sat on the edge of the mattress next to her hip, placing one hand lightly on the curve of her waist—a gesture more appreciative than the rough handling Samiksha had previously endured.
"Samiksha," Rajat murmured, his voice soft, contrasting sharply with the loud commands of Vikram. "You are here because you are beautiful, and because you and your husband need this 30,000 to sustain you until Amey finds new employment".
I stiffened, ready to interrupt, ready to assert the control I desperately believed I still held. But before I could speak, Samiksha turned her head and looked directly at Rajat.
**"I am here because I am ready to be perfect for you, Rajat,"** Samiksha responded, her voice steady and clear.
I was instantly taken by surprise. Until this point, I, Amey, had handled all communication, setting up the appointment with Alok and Vikram, and defining the terms with Rajat. Her speaking up now, claiming ownership of the role, caused my ego to trip instantly. I looked closely at her **"weary but confident smile"**, trying to discern if this was genuine desire or merely her absolute **"resolve"** to complete the transaction.
Rajat smiled wider, acknowledging her response. **"Good, Samiksha. That's exactly what I wanted to hear. Amey here told me he felt 'proud' to show you off, to confirm your role tonight"**.
Samiksha glanced at me, and I saw a subtle hardening around her eyes, a fleeting recognition of the humiliating lie I told to satisfy Rajat. She quickly focused back on Rajat.
**"Amey is learning to enjoy the sight of me being desired,"** she continued, taking over the conversation completely. **"But tonight, it is only your desire that matters."** Her words were a chilling echo of the cuckold fantasy Rajat sought.
Rajat lifted his hand and began tracing the line of her **sexy slim figure of 34-28-34**, moving slowly from her abdomen, over her hip, and settling on the inner curve of her thigh. "You understand the arrangement completely, don't you? This is slow, deliberate appreciation."
**"I understand that you have paid handsomely for my time and my body,"** Samiksha affirmed, maintaining strong eye contact, **"and I intend to make it worth every rupee."** The financial contract was now explicitly defined by the primary participant—my wife.
The air in the room thickened with the escalating sexual tension. Rajat leaned over Samiksha, the weight of his body hovering above her. He didn't rush to penetrate her, unlike Vikram who had been merciless and insistent. Rajat’s touch was calculated, appreciative, and focused on heightening the experience for all three of us, especially me, the willing exhibitor.
He lowered his mouth to her **perky firm breasts**, which were already erect from the viewing and mounting tension. He began to lick the side of one breast slowly, using only the tip of his tongue, watching Samiksha's reaction. Her breath hitched, and she bit her lower lip, a reaction I recognized.
I watched my **"hot naked wife"** respond to this calculated arousal. My erection, which had been pressing painfully against my underwear during the viewing, strained further. The internal conflict—**guilt** battling **lust**—was intense.
Rajat moved his hand lower, exploring the sensitive skin between her thighs. Samiksha’s pussy, noted for being **"very wet and ripe"** when aroused, was already slick. Rajat took his time, applying gentle pressure, using the moisture to stroke her slowly.
"Amey," Rajat spoke, looking past Samiksha’s beautiful, exposed body and directly at me, **forcing my attention back to my duties**. "Look at how ready she is. This is for you to witness, too. She is wet for the price we paid."
I could only nod, unable to speak, the lie of my **"pride"** already exposed by my wife's resolute composure and conversational control.
Rajat lifted his head from her breast. He positioned himself between her thighs. Samiksha was breathing heavily now, her body moving slightly beneath his weight.
Rajat entered her slowly, deliberately. The penetration was not a single, violent **thud** like with Vikram, but a slow, gradual invasion.
Samiksha gasped, but instead of screaming in pain or surprise, she let out a **low, guttural moan** of release.
Rajat paused once he was fully inside her. He looked down at her face, which now held less weariness and more focused intensity. **"Amey is watching, Samiksha. Look at him. Tell him what you feel."**
Samiksha turned her gaze toward me, her eyes glazed over with escalating pleasure, though still carrying the shadow of the guilt and shame we both shared.
**"He is here because he loves me, and because I am earning our survival,"** she declared, reaffirming the financial pact. **"And I feel... magnificent."**
Rajat began to move, pushing into her slowly, taking long, deep, and sensual strokes. He maintained a pace that allowed Samiksha to keep her breathing steady and her body responsive. Her shapely hips began to meet his thrusts, slowly at first, building rhythm.
With each slow, grinding penetration, Samiksha’s moans became longer, deeper, and more overtly sexual. She wrapped her legs lightly around Rajat's waist, confirming that she was now fully **"fucking back"**, enjoying the experience that was defining this **"new chapter"** in our lives.
Rajat maintained the slow rhythm, leaning down to whisper appreciation into her ear, ensuring I watched every subtle shift in her body language, every sign that her defenses were breaking down, just as they had during the intense session with Vikram.
Samiksha’s hands reached up and gripped the sheets, but unlike the forced experience with Alok or the painful resistance with Vikram, this seemed driven by building ecstasy. Her compliance had been verified during the viewing, and now her pleasure was becoming Rajat's focus.
Rajat moved his hips slowly, stretching her already wet pussy. Samiksha cried out, the sound vibrating in the tense silence of the hotel room. **"Oh... Rajat... slower... yes, just like that,"** she commanded, asserting her role as the confident woman in control of her escalating pleasure, fully committing to the performance necessary to secure the 30,000 INR.
Rajat, the successful 30-year-old software engineer, approached the bed where Samiksha lay completely naked. His movements were deliberate and confident.
He sat on the edge of the mattress next to her hip, placing one hand lightly on the curve of her waist—a gesture more appreciative than the rough handling Samiksha had previously endured.
"Samiksha," Rajat murmured, his voice soft, contrasting sharply with the loud commands of Vikram. "You are here because you are beautiful, and because you and your husband need this 30,000 to sustain you until Amey finds new employment".
I stiffened, ready to interrupt, ready to assert the control I desperately believed I still held. But before I could speak, Samiksha turned her head and looked directly at Rajat.
**"I am here because I am ready to be perfect for you, Rajat,"** Samiksha responded, her voice steady and clear.
I was instantly taken by surprise. Until this point, I, Amey, had handled all communication, setting up the appointment with Alok and Vikram, and defining the terms with Rajat. Her speaking up now, claiming ownership of the role, caused my ego to trip instantly. I looked closely at her **"weary but confident smile"**, trying to discern if this was genuine desire or merely her absolute **"resolve"** to complete the transaction.
Rajat smiled wider, acknowledging her response. **"Good, Samiksha. That's exactly what I wanted to hear. Amey here told me he felt 'proud' to show you off, to confirm your role tonight"**.
Samiksha glanced at me, and I saw a subtle hardening around her eyes, a fleeting recognition of the humiliating lie I told to satisfy Rajat. She quickly focused back on Rajat.
**"Amey is learning to enjoy the sight of me being desired,"** she continued, taking over the conversation completely. **"But tonight, it is only your desire that matters."** Her words were a chilling echo of the cuckold fantasy Rajat sought.
Rajat lifted his hand and began tracing the line of her **sexy slim figure of 34-28-34**, moving slowly from her abdomen, over her hip, and settling on the inner curve of her thigh. "You understand the arrangement completely, don't you? This is slow, deliberate appreciation."
**"I understand that you have paid handsomely for my time and my body,"** Samiksha affirmed, maintaining strong eye contact, **"and I intend to make it worth every rupee."** The financial contract was now explicitly defined by the primary participant—my wife.
The air in the room thickened with the escalating sexual tension. Rajat leaned over Samiksha, the weight of his body hovering above her. He didn't rush to penetrate her, unlike Vikram who had been merciless and insistent. Rajat’s touch was calculated, appreciative, and focused on heightening the experience for all three of us, especially me, the willing exhibitor.
He lowered his mouth to her **perky firm breasts**, which were already erect from the viewing and mounting tension. He began to lick the side of one breast slowly, using only the tip of his tongue, watching Samiksha's reaction. Her breath hitched, and she bit her lower lip, a reaction I recognized.
I watched my **"hot naked wife"** respond to this calculated arousal. My erection, which had been pressing painfully against my underwear during the viewing, strained further. The internal conflict—**guilt** battling **lust**—was intense.
Rajat moved his hand lower, exploring the sensitive skin between her thighs. Samiksha’s pussy, noted for being **"very wet and ripe"** when aroused, was already slick. Rajat took his time, applying gentle pressure, using the moisture to stroke her slowly.
"Amey," Rajat spoke, looking past Samiksha’s beautiful, exposed body and directly at me, **forcing my attention back to my duties**. "Look at how ready she is. This is for you to witness, too. She is wet for the price we paid."
I could only nod, unable to speak, the lie of my **"pride"** already exposed by my wife's resolute composure and conversational control.
Rajat lifted his head from her breast. He positioned himself between her thighs. Samiksha was breathing heavily now, her body moving slightly beneath his weight.
Rajat entered her slowly, deliberately. The penetration was not a single, violent **thud** like with Vikram, but a slow, gradual invasion.
Samiksha gasped, but instead of screaming in pain or surprise, she let out a **low, guttural moan** of release.
Rajat paused once he was fully inside her. He looked down at her face, which now held less weariness and more focused intensity. **"Amey is watching, Samiksha. Look at him. Tell him what you feel."**
Samiksha turned her gaze toward me, her eyes glazed over with escalating pleasure, though still carrying the shadow of the guilt and shame we both shared.
**"He is here because he loves me, and because I am earning our survival,"** she declared, reaffirming the financial pact. **"And I feel... magnificent."**
Rajat began to move, pushing into her slowly, taking long, deep, and sensual strokes. He maintained a pace that allowed Samiksha to keep her breathing steady and her body responsive. Her shapely hips began to meet his thrusts, slowly at first, building rhythm.
With each slow, grinding penetration, Samiksha’s moans became longer, deeper, and more overtly sexual. She wrapped her legs lightly around Rajat's waist, confirming that she was now fully **"fucking back"**, enjoying the experience that was defining this **"new chapter"** in our lives.
Rajat maintained the slow rhythm, leaning down to whisper appreciation into her ear, ensuring I watched every subtle shift in her body language, every sign that her defenses were breaking down, just as they had during the intense session with Vikram.
Samiksha’s hands reached up and gripped the sheets, but unlike the forced experience with Alok or the painful resistance with Vikram, this seemed driven by building ecstasy. Her compliance had been verified during the viewing, and now her pleasure was becoming Rajat's focus.
Rajat moved his hips slowly, stretching her already wet pussy. Samiksha cried out, the sound vibrating in the tense silence of the hotel room. **"Oh... Rajat... slower... yes, just like that,"** she commanded, asserting her role as the confident woman in control of her escalating pleasure, fully committing to the performance necessary to secure the 30,000 INR.

Komal.