The Cuckold of Anushka's Husband - Story written on a User's Request

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Scene 16

Anushka was shaking. This was the moment she waited for so long. All the sadness, all the empty nights with Rajiv, all the longing in her heart, it would all end now. She was going to meet the man she found, Aman, The Bull. The passion was immediate and raw, even before she met him. She knew her voluptuous body was finally going to be claimed by a strong, dominant lover.

She checked the room number one last time. It was a simple room, paid for by cash, far away from her home. She wore a simple salwar kameez, easy to take off. Her 34E breasts felt heavy with excitement. She was eager, excited, and impatient. She took a deep breath and opened the door.

Aman was standing there. He was big, strong, and his eyes burned with raw hunger. He was wearing black, tight leather pants. Anushka’s eyes went straight to the leather pants. They were so tight, showing the powerful shape beneath. She could not look away.

Anushka walked in, closing the door fast. She was breathing hard.

Anushka: "Oh, my God. You are even bigger than I thought. Those leather pants... they are so good."
Aman smiled, a slow, predatory smile.

Aman: "And you, Anu. You are a masterpiece. The videos did not show enough of your perfect shape."
Anushka took a small packet from her purse. It was a very expensive watch.

Anushka: "This is for you. A small gift. For being my hero. For saving me."
Aman tossed the watch onto the table, not even looking. He moved close to her, his power radiating.

Aman: "I do not need gifts, Anu. I need your submission. I need you to be honest with your body."
Anushka gasped. She was so close to him now. She grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him onto the bed. She was beyond being gentle. She was horny and shameless.

Anushka: "I am honest! I am so honest, it hurts! I have waited too long for this power!"
She started tearing at the buttons of her kameez. She pulled it off, revealing the lace bra struggling to contain her huge
breasts. The longing was intense.

Aman ripped the bra off, freeing the heavy weight of her breasts. He claimed them with a brutal, consuming passion. Anushka moaned loudly, feeling the immediate, deep rush of validation. She had never been handled with such force and confidence.
She was now flirty and aggressive, lying on the bed next to him. She moved her hand, reaching for the source of his power.

Anushka started touching his crotch area, rubbing the hard leather against his penis.
Anushka: "Tell me you want me. Tell me you will make me forget my life. I am yours now."
Aman stopped her hand, his voice a low growl.

Aman: "Hey, I am supposed to be taking care of you, Anu. You are the Queen, but I am the King tonight. You wait for my command."

Anushka looked into his eyes, a desperate, fierce passion burning.

Anushka: "Then command me! I need you to fuck me deep, you know deep, like really deep, penetrate me, fill me, slap me, don't hold back at all! I need to feel pain and pleasure together! I need to be broken!"

Aman laughed, a sound of pure dominance. He wasted no more time. He tore off the leather pants and all his remaining clothes, revealing his powerful body. The sight of his rigid, thick penis made Anushka gasp in delight. It was everything Rajiv's was not.

He mounted her aggressively, claiming her body with immediate, rough force. The initial penetration was a raw shock, painful and glorious at once. He hit the deepest part of her, instantly reaching the well of her unfulfilled desire.
He did not move gently. He pounded into her, fast and hard, his hands gripping her voluptuous hips. Anushka’s body fought and surrendered at the same time. The force was stunning, overwhelming her mind. She could only feel, only surrender.

Aman’s hands grabbed her huge breasts, squeezing and pulling them as he claimed her mouth in a punishing kiss. She could not breathe, she could only moan the man’s name. The aggression was the therapy she needed.
Suddenly, a wave hit her—the first violent orgasm. It was massive, consuming her entire body. Her muscles seized, her back arched high off the bed, her voice a piercing shriek that Aman covered with his mouth. She felt pure, intense ecstasy, her consciousness shattering into a million pieces.
He finished soon after, pouring his hot load inside her.

Anushka, breathless and shaking, whispered, her voice husky.
Anushka: "Oh, God. Oh, God. I thought I would die. That was the best... the best."
Aman pulled out, rolling onto his back.
Aman: "That was just the warm-up, my Queen. We have all night. You told me you needed three times. You will get them."

Anushka did not rest. The first orgasm had only sharpened her hunger. She climbed onto him, grabbing his penis with a dominant hand, guiding him back. She wanted to be claimed again, but differently.
She flipped over, demanding to be taken from behind. Aman accepted her command, but then took control back completely. He pushed her down onto her stomach, grabbing her wrists. This was the aggression she asked for.
He entered her again, deeper this time. He started talking, his words raw and commanding, demanding she scream her desire for him. He started slapping her voluptuous hips hard, the sound sharp in the room.
Anushka screamed the words he demanded. The pain and the pleasure were a dizzying mix. She felt the heavy sway of her breasts as he controlled her every move. This was her deepest fantasy realized: total, beautiful submission.
The second orgasm was a slow, agonizing wave. It built with the rhythm of his harsh penetration, consuming her for a long, unbearable time. When it finally broke, she wept, tears of pure ecstasy streaming down her face.

Anushka was trembling. She reached back and pulled his head closer, whispering fiercely.
Anushka: "Fill me! Do not stop! I want your penis inside me always!"
Aman pulled out and turned her over again.
Aman: "You are insatiable, Anu. You are a wild, magnificent thing."

This final act was about possession and release. Aman took her onto the floor, against the wall, demanding her body take his full weight. He was tired, but driven by her insatiable hunger.
He entered her one last time, with a powerful thrust that made her see stars. He held her tight against the wall, moving with a deep, punishing rhythm. Anushka felt the full, physical exhaustion finally setting in, but her core desire was screaming for one final, shattering climax.

He talked to her, telling her he was going to fill her with his sperm, telling her she would be his always. The words were simple, explicit, and utterly consuming.
The third orgasm was the most violent of all. It was not a pleasure wave; it was an electric shock. Her entire body convulsed against the wall, every nerve ending firing at once. She felt a deep, warm rush of his sperm filling her completely.
Aman held her standing until the last tremor passed.

When it was over, he carried her back to the bed. Anushka lay there, exhausted, sore, and profoundly satisfied. Her voluptuous body felt heavy and loved. She was not sad anymore. She was in pure bliss and ecstasy.
She curled against him, planting a kiss on his chest. Her hero. Her destroyer. Her Bull. She knew her life was ruined, but in this moment, she had never been happier. The shame, the risk, the raw passion—it was all worth it. She was finally alive.