[Steel]

Speaking of Kusha, Sharath had been worrying about her for the past few days. The trip to the spa had been a failure. Sharath had no idea how, but Rakesh had somehow knew his plan to help Kusha and worked effectively to counteract it. The whole point had been to calm Kusha down and soothe her stress, but after the trip, she seemed more moody and distracted than ever.

It had also put up a barrier between them. It had come out at the spa that Sharath hadn't actually cut off friendship with Rakesh, and Kusha was still upset about it. Over the years they had been married, Sharath had discovered that Kusha had a very predictable cycle of anger and forgiveness. For this particular issue, Kusha had now moved from the silent treatment period to brief, neutral conversations without pet names and kisses on the cheek. Soon she would be ready to receive his apology... unless this whole thing with Rakesh had sent their natural rhythm out of whack.

Sharath spent the rest of the day nervous and distracted by both issues, and so, by the time he arrived home, he was a buzzing ball of tension, temptation, and arousal. A quick investigation showed that Kusha wasn't in her home office... which meant she was working late tonight.. probably. Sharath immediately crushed the squirming feeling of uncertainty in his belly. Kusha was at the office. Where else would she be? In Rakesh's room, pinned to the bed by his thick cock? Of course not. The idea was ludicrous. If he started doubting his wife now, the battle was already half-lost. His strong-willed, beautiful wife would never fall for a toad like Rakesh.

...but Laila did. A small, treacherous part of his brain whispered. He could go now and view the proof if he wanted. And, despite the hope that had lingered at the back of his mind, his wife wasn't home right now to distract him from the taboo gift that Rakesh had mercilessly placed in his hands.

In the end, Sharath made it a little over an hour before his resolution crumbled. What pushed him over the edge was the perfect excuse that his mind cooked up for why investigating the website would be a good idea. The same reason he had tried to stealthily check out the website before: it would be excellent research on the methods of his opposition. If he understood how Rakesh had tricked Laila into sex, he could maybe get some insight into the prick's plans for Kusha.

The fact that he would get to see Laila moaning and sweating in the depths of filthy, adulterous passion had nothing to do with his decision. Or, at least, so he told himself.

Sharath double checked through the window that Kusha wasn't pulling up, then nervously opened his laptop and navigated to the website. Despite his insistence to himself that this was just for research purposes, he was already fully erect and straining against his pants by the time he reached the familiar, shady-looking adult page.

He froze one last time at the login screen, fingers hovering over the keys as he hesitated. The smartest move would be to do the opposite of whatever Rakesh wanted. He didn't believe for a second that Rakesh had sent this login info out of the goodness of his heart. But, on the other hand, maybe Rakesh was just underestimating him. If this was an attempt to intimidate Sharath by showing what would happen to Kusha... Well, then all Sharath had to do was not feel intimidated and use the information to sabotage Rakesh's plan. He was made of stronger stuff than Rakesh thought.

Sharath entered the username calling himself a cuck, typed in the password thanking the man who wanted to fuck his wife, and pressed enter.

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