Adultery Poker Loss turned me to Cuckold

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Poker Loss turned me to Cuckold
Rakesh glared at his smirk-faced friend as he took the last chip. "Fine," he grumbled through clenched teeth, tossing the deck carelessly. "You're a right prick." He caught a victorious glint in Arun's eyes as he leaned back, lacing his fingers behind his head.

"Now, now," he drawled. "Are you backing out already?"

Rakesh gritted his teeth, unable to tear his gaze from the sinfully satisfied smirk on Arun's lips. He hated how damnably good it looked there. "Alright," he growled reluctantly. "But this had better be the last of your pathetic, sadistic games."

Arun's grin widened. "Oh, my friend," he purred. "You have no idea what I've got in store for you."

The anticipation dragged like a thousand-pound weight as they finished their drinks and bid each other goodnight. Rakesh stormed off to the marital bedroom, seething under his controlled exterior. His mind whirled with every single degrading, humiliating fate Arun could possibly have in store for him.

He opened the door silently, startled into a sharp intake of breath as a husky moan filled the air. "Yes!" came another throaty groan, familiar and yet somehow alien. He felt like he was having some twisted erotic fever dream.

His heartbeat raced as he crept closer to the sound, his eyes widening in disbelief when he finally saw the scene before him. There she was, spread-eagle on their bed, naked and exposed to God only knew who. His beautiful wife, Priya. And there knelt Arun, his massive erection pounding into her slick, drooling pussy at a relentless pace.

"Oh, fuck!" Rakesh growled involuntarily, clenching his hands into tight fists to stop himself from barreling across the room and tearing Arun'' s still-swelling cock out of his wife's wet cunt right then and there.

Arun glanced over his shoulder as he felt, more than heard, Rakesh's furious energy permeating the air. He arched a brow, his gaze predatory. "Hello, dearest," he drawled, before returning his focus entirely to the wreckage of woman writhing beneath him.

Rakesh ground his teeth together, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides, as he watched helplessly from the shadows. His wife whimpered and moaned beneath Arun's relentless onslaught, her once-proud body reduced to nothing but a writhing, desperate fucktoy.

Her breasts swayed enticingly with each wild undulation of her hips, nipples puckered and sensitive from being mercilessly teased and denied the release of Arun's expert tongue. Sweat trickilled down her flushed cheeks, her parted lips swollen and reddened from being ruthlessly plundered and abused by the head of his monstrous cock.

But it was her pussy, oh, God above, it was his undoing. Her once-tight, untouchable folds were stretched impossibly wide around Arun's girth, her inner walls milking and clenching hungrily at each brutal thrust. Her walls spasmed and convulsed helplessly around him, her core contracting and flexing as wave after relentless wave of mind-blowing orgasm coursed through her.

"Oh! Yes! Oh God...!" she sobbed hoarsely. "More! More! I need... oh, fuck me hard, Arun! Fuck me breathe...!"

Rakesh growled low in his throat, his cock straining painfully against his jeans, engorged and aching for release. It was torture, to stand there helplessly, forced to watch as another man took his wife, took everything that was supposed to be only his.

"Please," she whimpered. "Oh, please! I can'...oh God! Yes! Oh fuck..."

Arun growled deeply in response, his hips driving into her unmercifully fast and hard now. His voice had dropped an octave lower, deep and raw with lust as he panted each command against the curve of her slender neck. "Come for me, kitten," he rasped. "Let it all spill for your new master!"

Her back arched impossibly further off the mattress, an animalistic cry tearing from her swollen, bruised-looking throat as she shattered around him. Wave after endless wave of bliss raced through her body, coursing down every nerve and fiber until she went limp beneath him.

"Perfect," Arun growled hoarsely before he finally let out his own guttural roar, thrusting home one final, savage time.

Rakesh shut his eyes tightly, fists clenching into balls as the wet sound of her inner walls milking every drop of come from her new master's spent cock echoed through the silent room.

It was over before it had even begun. Slowly, with a Herculean effort of willpower he didn't know he still possessed, Rakesh forced his legs to carry him out of the room and slammed the door behind him.

Rakesh hit the pillow with enough force to jolt his aching head, eyes flying open in disbelief. He was sweating like he'd just run a damn marathon, every muscle in his body protesting the forced stillness.

"Shit," he growled, rubbing at his pounding temple as another moan and whimper from next door drifted through the flimsy walls like an infernal nightmare.

It couldn't be real... could it?

It had to be a twisted hallucination, some sick retribution for all the times he'd fantasized about seeing another man between his wife's spread legs...

He gritted his teeth and tried desperately to stuff his own darkest desires back into the deep, dark corner of his mind where they belonged. They never asked him if he wanted a free-wheeling slut for a wife who couldn't keep her legs together for anyone else but him...

"Shut up!" he growled hoarsely, burying his face into his pillow. "Just bloody shut up!"

But the sounds only grew louder and more insistent, driving him ever closer to the edge of sanity with each husky moan and sultry moan that drifted through the stillness of the night.

"Oh God..." came his wife's broken, wanton whimper. "More! More!"

Rakesh gritted his teeth so tightly they ached. He didn't need to close his eyes to picture it all in vivid detail: Arun, one broad hand braced on either side of Priya's head while the other continued mercilessly pounding into her already-slick, wet cunt, his hips driving relentlessly into her welcoming channel.

"Tell me, my dirty little slut," he growled huskily. "You love every inch of that huge cock inside you, don't you?"

"Oh God... yes..." came the breathless moan that sealed Rakesh's fate once and for all.

His hand shot out before his brain could even process what it was doing, fingers curling around the already-swollen length trapped in his boxer briefs. He couldnt, wouldn't, didn't have a choice. Not with those decadent little moans and whimpers, so unlike the prim and proper panties-in-a-twist woman he shared a bed with every night, filling his head like sweetest of nectar.

"Oh God..."

He could almost feel the warmth enveloping him in welcome, could picture her slick, stretched walls tightening helplessly around his throbbing length as she arched into him with mind-blowing abandon.

"Ahhhh!"

And then he was lost, lost in a sea of ecstasy so pure and intense he didn't care if it consumed him whole. His wife's voice was an ethereal chorus in the background, her moans and gasps spurring him onward, deeper, faster.

"Oh God... harder... harder..."

"That's a good girl," Arun growled darkly. "Take every last drop."

"More!"

It went on like this until there was nothing left in him but raw, shaking need and a profound sense of loss so gut-wrenching he thought he might puke up everything inside of him.

Eventually, mercifully, blessed silence descended once more. Rakesh lay panting and sweating on his untouched bedspread, the sheets twisted around his legs in a tangled mess, as reality slowly began to creep back in like a slowly-rising tide of ice.

"Shit," he choked hoarsely, scrubbing at his tear-streaked face with both hands. "Shit, shit, Sweet Lord in Heaven..."

"Rakesh?" came the sleep-roughened, husky purr from across the room.

He jolted upright in bed, heart racing so hard it felt like it would tear through his chest cavity. His wife lay curled bonelessly against him, one slender leg dbangd over his hips possessively, her breathing slow and steady in sleep.

"Rakesh?" she repeated again, more insistent now.

"Uh...yeah?" he croaked hoarsely, clearing his throat awkwardly as he rolled onto his back. God, he hadn't been that fucked-up and out of it in years...

Maybe ever.

"What was that...?" she started, then flinched, eyes flying open as another low groan slipped past his tightly clenched teeth. "Rakesh?"

She rolled over to him, hand drifting down to where her scent still lingered heavily on the front of his boxer briefs. Her eyes widened in horror when she registered what had happened.

"Nononono..." she whimpered, trying desperately to scramble away from him.

But it was far, dangerously, impossibly late for regrets now.

Rakesh's hand shot out faster than thought, his calloused palm slamming into her delicate cheek hard enough to hear the satisfying crack! of bone meeting bone. "Don't you dare," he growled hoarsely, voice thick with unshed tears and rage. "You wanted him... You begged for it..."

Her eyes welled up with fresh tears as she whimpered brokenly, cheek already reddening under his relentless grip. "I'm sorry... please... I didn't know..."

"Didn't know?" he growled, yanking her roughly back against his hips so their soaked-together folds ground together with each harsh, choking breath. "You little... lying... faithless... whore!"

He slammed into her then, rough and merciless and hard enough to leave welts on her tender flesh. Her keening cries and pleading protests were meaningless white noise in the storm raging out of control inside his skull as he took what was his by damn right. What she'ed offered up so freely... hungrily even... to another man.

"Oh God..." she gasped, voice fracturing on a keening wail. "Please... Rakesh... not like that..."

But it only spurred him on further, each ragged, animalistic growl and rough thrust another twist of the knife deep into her quaking, weeping core.

"Mine," he growled hoarsely against her wet, parted lips. "This... this pussy... this tight little ass... it's all fucking mine!"

And when he finally came, deep inside her stretched-too-tight, aching, sore cunt, his seed spilling hot and sticky over her still-twitching, helplessly contracting inner walls, the most mournful, broken sound that ever escaped his tightly clenched throat was, "Mine..."