[Steel]

Kusha felt a thrill of dark lust as she noticed that Laila never said she didn't want to... just that her husband would object.

"That's what you said about the tattoo!" growled Rakesh. "But like you said... a little chastity and dirty talk seems to work wonders on your cuck husband."

"I... I..." whimpered Laila, squirming and gasping. 'M... Maybe Daddy..."

"That's my girl," growled Rakesh. His hips slammed forward with new, fierce intensity now, and Kusha found her fingers moving with that rhythm without even intending it. 'Now cum for me! Cum for Daddy!"

Rakesh silenced Laila's howl of pleasure with his lips and she passionately gripped his head in both hands, pulling him close. Kusha clamped a hand over her mouth as her own orgasm washed over her, sudden and overwhelming, forcing the wave of dark heat inside her to crest and break, leaving her legs wobbly and her whole body warm and tingly.

She panted harshly in the dim side room for a moment as she watched Rakesh and Laila kiss for a moment, now still, their sweaty, naked bodies entwined in adulterous intimacy.

The taboo erotic thrill drained away with the last waves of Kusha's orgasm, and she was suddenly aware of where she was... and what she had been doing. Guilt filled her in an instant. She had done this to help her see Rakesh as a ridiculous fraud, and what had she done instead? Touched herself. She could barely believe her own lack of restraint... or the fact she had somehow found Rakesh having sex erotic.

Kusha realized that she was actually in a vulnerable position. She had stayed here watching for too long. Without further hesitation, she slipped into the hall, walking quickly away from whatever trainwreck she had inadvertently witnessed back in the massage room.

There was no doubt about it, this was not going to be helpful at all in her ongoing trouble dealing with Rakesh. She suspected that the image of him dominating Laila would flash into her mind now every time he flashed that stupid, smug grin.

But it didn't matter. She had heard anger and disgust in Laila's voice that mirrored her own. But she had also heard weakness and submission there. And she didn't have a single ounce of weakness or submission in her body.

Never ever for Rakesh Kumar at least.