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Akhil fidgeted in the driver's seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly as he glanced at his wife, Priya, in the passenger seat. She had always been beautiful, but lately, something had shifted. Her outfits were bolder, her attitude sharper, and it made his stomach twist with a mix of arousal and dread. Tonight, they were heading to a casual dinner with friends at a trendy rooftop bar downtown. Priya had insisted on driving separately—no, she wanted him to drive her, like he was her chauffeur.
"Eyes on the road, Akhil," Priya said with a smirk, crossing her legs. Her short black dress rode up her thighs, the hem barely covering her ass. No panties, he realized with a flush, remembering how she'd made him watch her get ready earlier, bending over to tease him without letting him touch. "You're staring again. Pathetic."
He swallowed hard, his cock twitching in his pants despite the humiliation. Priya had been like this for weeks—ever since she discovered his hidden browser history full of cuckold porn. Instead of anger, she'd turned it into her playground, dominating him in ways that left him hard and broken.
At the bar, the evening air was warm, the crowd buzzing with laughter. Priya stepped out first, her heels clicking on the pavement. She didn't wait for him; she sauntered ahead, her dress clinging to her curves, the low neckline showing off her full breasts. Heads turned as she walked, men—and some women—ogling her openly. Akhil trailed behind, feeling small, his face burning.
Their friends, Raj and his girlfriend Lena, were already at a high-top table overlooking the city lights. Priya slid into a stool, her dress hiking up further, exposing the smooth skin of her inner thighs. She leaned forward to hug Lena, her cleavage on full display. "Darling, you look amazing," Lena said, but her eyes flicked to Priya's outfit with a raised brow.
Akhil sat quietly, ordering a beer he didn't really want. Priya ordered a cocktail, then turned to Raj with a playful grin. "So, Raj, still single? Or are you playing the field?" Her foot brushed Akhil's leg under the table—not affectionately, but to push his knees apart, making him spread his legs like an obedient dog.
As the conversation flowed, Priya grew bolder. She laughed loudly at Raj's jokes, touching his arm, her body angled toward him. Akhil watched, his heart pounding, as she 'accidentally' dropped her napkin and bent to pick it up, giving everyone a flash of her bare pussy. Raj's eyes widened, but he played it cool. Lena giggled, whispering something to Priya.
"Akhil, be a good boy and fetch me another drink," Priya said suddenly, her voice sweet but commanding. He hesitated, and she added, "Now. Or I'll tell everyone why you're so eager to please." His cheeks flamed as he stood, heading to the bar. From across the room, he saw Priya lean in close to Raj, her hand on his thigh, whispering something that made him chuckle.
When Akhil returned with the drink, Priya took it without thanks, then slipped her hand under the table. He felt her fingers graze his crotch, squeezing his semi-hard cock through his pants. "Look at you, getting excited while I flirt," she murmured, just loud enough for Raj to hear. "Bet you'd love to watch me suck Raj's cock right here, wouldn't you?"
Akhil's breath hitched, his dick throbbing painfully against her grip. The group chatted on, oblivious or pretending to be, but the humiliation burned through him, mixing with unwanted lust. Priya released him, turning back to the conversation, leaving him aching and exposed in every way.
As the night wore on, Priya suggested dancing. She pulled Raj onto the floor first, grinding her ass against his crotch to the pulsing music, her dress riding up dangerously. Akhil sat alone, watching his wife tease another man, her exhibitionist side on full display. She caught his eye once, blowing a mocking kiss, promising more torment to come.
"Eyes on the road, Akhil," Priya said with a smirk, crossing her legs. Her short black dress rode up her thighs, the hem barely covering her ass. No panties, he realized with a flush, remembering how she'd made him watch her get ready earlier, bending over to tease him without letting him touch. "You're staring again. Pathetic."
He swallowed hard, his cock twitching in his pants despite the humiliation. Priya had been like this for weeks—ever since she discovered his hidden browser history full of cuckold porn. Instead of anger, she'd turned it into her playground, dominating him in ways that left him hard and broken.
At the bar, the evening air was warm, the crowd buzzing with laughter. Priya stepped out first, her heels clicking on the pavement. She didn't wait for him; she sauntered ahead, her dress clinging to her curves, the low neckline showing off her full breasts. Heads turned as she walked, men—and some women—ogling her openly. Akhil trailed behind, feeling small, his face burning.
Their friends, Raj and his girlfriend Lena, were already at a high-top table overlooking the city lights. Priya slid into a stool, her dress hiking up further, exposing the smooth skin of her inner thighs. She leaned forward to hug Lena, her cleavage on full display. "Darling, you look amazing," Lena said, but her eyes flicked to Priya's outfit with a raised brow.
Akhil sat quietly, ordering a beer he didn't really want. Priya ordered a cocktail, then turned to Raj with a playful grin. "So, Raj, still single? Or are you playing the field?" Her foot brushed Akhil's leg under the table—not affectionately, but to push his knees apart, making him spread his legs like an obedient dog.
As the conversation flowed, Priya grew bolder. She laughed loudly at Raj's jokes, touching his arm, her body angled toward him. Akhil watched, his heart pounding, as she 'accidentally' dropped her napkin and bent to pick it up, giving everyone a flash of her bare pussy. Raj's eyes widened, but he played it cool. Lena giggled, whispering something to Priya.
"Akhil, be a good boy and fetch me another drink," Priya said suddenly, her voice sweet but commanding. He hesitated, and she added, "Now. Or I'll tell everyone why you're so eager to please." His cheeks flamed as he stood, heading to the bar. From across the room, he saw Priya lean in close to Raj, her hand on his thigh, whispering something that made him chuckle.
When Akhil returned with the drink, Priya took it without thanks, then slipped her hand under the table. He felt her fingers graze his crotch, squeezing his semi-hard cock through his pants. "Look at you, getting excited while I flirt," she murmured, just loud enough for Raj to hear. "Bet you'd love to watch me suck Raj's cock right here, wouldn't you?"
Akhil's breath hitched, his dick throbbing painfully against her grip. The group chatted on, oblivious or pretending to be, but the humiliation burned through him, mixing with unwanted lust. Priya released him, turning back to the conversation, leaving him aching and exposed in every way.
As the night wore on, Priya suggested dancing. She pulled Raj onto the floor first, grinding her ass against his crotch to the pulsing music, her dress riding up dangerously. Akhil sat alone, watching his wife tease another man, her exhibitionist side on full display. She caught his eye once, blowing a mocking kiss, promising more torment to come.
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