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Kusha groaned in frustration against her husband's lips. "Harder!" she urged, lowering a hand to grip and pull his hip demandingly. "Fuck me! Fuck me like you mean it!" And he did speed up, pressing her against the bed with powerful strokes. He didn't lack the strength, and his cock was a decent size…

...but he was only fucking her hard because she told him to. In that moment, Kusha didn't picture Rakesh. She wasn't that far gone. But she did picture a strong, cocky man... pulling into the bedroom himself. Stripping off her clothes. Fucking her hard and fast because that was what he wanted, not what he was instructed to do. And for a moment, Kusha found herself unexpectedly on the edge. She never came from penetration, yet there she was... almost there.

"Is this ok?" asked Sharath above her in a panting voice. "Is it too hard?

She lost it. Her orgasm seemed as distant as the moon now. She swallowed her disappointment and purred, "Mmmmm, perfect, honey. I want you to cum for me..."

"Already?" asked Sharath, confused, "But babe, we just..."

Kusha shut him up with a deep kiss, working her hips against his frantically while milking his cock tight inside her.

He finished up within a minute, but Kusha couldn't blame him for that. She had done everything she could to get him off as quickly as possible so she could exit this awkward, failed sexual experiment and have time to think. He came inside her, a rare treat for him, and Kusha assured him immediately that she didn't need his regular oral service tonight.

Finally, Sharath went off to take a quick shower, and Kusha was left to her own devices.

She wasn't proud of herself. She had let Rakesh get into her head tonight and played a game with her beloved husband. A game where she hadn't even explained the rules or warned him that they were about to play. She had no right to be frustrated with Sharath. She had married him because he wasn't a pushy asshole like Rakesh. It was a good trait. And the reason why he didn't aggressively push for sex was because he knew that she didn't like that.

She had to stop thinking so much about what Rakesh thought. It wasn't good for her.
Kusha's phone buzzed, and she picked it up to find a work email. Oh G0d, speak of the devil... It was Rakesh, with a request for an element to add to the design of his bedroom.

Hey Kusha wusha!

Had an idea for the room I wanted to run by you. For some time, I've been collecting a pair of panties from every woman I bed as a little souvenir. I'd love to have some way to display my collection in my new room! You're the design wizard, so you tell me: what would be the best way to display a couple dozen pairs of panties? Interested to hear your thoughts!

-Rakesh

As she read, Kusha's eyes narrowed, and that sense of frustration and annoyance she had been feeling all week flared up inside her. This request was ridiculous! He couldn't really expect that Kusha would be willing to work something obscene like this into her designs, could he?

As she began to draft a heated reply to Rakesh's unacceptable request, Kusha didn't even realize that her idea from earlier in the day of cancelling Rakesh's contract had completely slipped her mind...

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Yea amazing updates but keep the speed as it is and i think if adding gif slows down the update speed then its not necessery

Sure, unless I really feel like adding a gif, I'll try to post just the story.

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Good psychological play he has started, unfortunately Kusha is submitting for that, Good updates plz continue, and it is going tobe a psychological thriller plz

the plot is getting hotter...keep going strong...very good..

Thank you.

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Rakesh had to hold back a laugh as he walked into Kusha's office the next day. Bingo. Bullseye. It looked like he had scored a direct hit.

To the untrained eye, it might look like the lovely, confident woman behind the desk had the same dismissive expression of hate and disgust she had always worn when looking at Rakesh. But he knew better. There was an obsessive edge in her eyes now. Kusha still hated him, but after he had questioned her choice in men, she also felt like she had something to prove. An axe to grind. And that was why Rakesh was here today. He wanted to strengthen that reaction and mold it to his purposes.

That was exactly why he had sent his audacious request to Kusha last night.

"Mr. Kumar," said Kusha icily, "Welcome. Before we continue, I want to address the inappropriate remarks you made about my personal life yesterday. Let me make one thing perfectly clear. In order for me to work on this project, you and I need to have a professional relationship of utmost respect."

Rakesh sat heavily in the chair across from the beautiful, arrogant woman he planned to make his depraved submissive slut. She wouldn't be making demands from him soon... just asking sweetly. Begging. But for now, it didn't pay to be hasty. Pushing too hard too fast would spook her.

"I'm an unfiltered guy," said Rakesh in a flat voice, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed over his unbuttoned chest. "I say what's on my mind. But I recognize that I run in social circles that might be a little less... polished than yours. So if you felt uncomfortable over what I said, then I'm sorry."

"You didn't make me uncomfortable," said Kusha sharply, leaning forward on her elbows with an intense expression.

"Then what's the issue?" asked Rakesh, raising a questioning eyebrow.

Kusha glared at him for a long moment, then blinked and shook her head, moving on quickly from the awkward exchange without even extracting a real apology from Rakesh. "...Anyway. I called you here today to give you some options for design elements. Let's get right to business."

Rakesh smiled and stroked his chin. "Excellent. I wanted to pick your brain on the design for my trophy case. I think that just having hooks in a glass case is a little, I don't know... boring? I was hoping you might have some fresh visual ideas."

Kusha's face had hardened into an angry scowl as he talked, and Rakesh had to repress a smirk. Kusha really was too predictable.

"I made myself quite clear in my response to your insane suggestion last night," snapped Kusha, playing with a lock of hair distractedly as she stared daggers at the infuriating man across from her. "I'm not designing anything of the sort for you. You can commission someone with looser morals to build your disgusting monument to misogyny after I'm finished. I won't have any part in it."

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Rakesh's smile was wide and toothy as a shark's. Perfect. This was exactly what he wanted. A firmly drawn line in the sand that he could pressure Kusha to cross. Submission was a state of mind, and some women had never learned that way of thinking. Kusha was a prime example. She had always insulated herself from strong, dominant men, never putting herself in a position where she had to bend to someone else's will. Rakesh would need to patiently teach her how to surrender.

You couldn't rush to sexual submission first. That would flow naturally once Kusha learned to give in to Rakesh's desires in other ways. This was why he had sent Kusha a design request he knew she would refuse. It would be Kusha's first lesson in submitting to him when she finally gave in and accepted the request she had so firmly refused.

"My room is supposed to reflect my style," said Rakesh calmly, "and also be functional for my everyday life. This trophy case is important to me. It represents who I am. I'm not asking you to like it, but if you're designing a bedroom for someone like me, you had to have known sex would be involved."

Kusha stared him dead in the eye across her desk, her gaze blazing with contempt. "Rakesh, read my lips. I am not going to design a special case for you to display the underwear of women you tricked into having sex with you. It's not going to happen."

Rakesh stared back at her, sparks flashing between them in a battle of wills. Rakesh could see that there was no way Kusha would give in today. He hadn't expected her to, and honestly, he would have been a little disappointed if she had. He always had enjoyed a good chase.

"We can table the question for now," said Rakesh decisively. Kusha opened her mouth angrily to say that tabling the discussion wasn't necessary, but Rakesh raised a finger and cut her off... a victory in and of itself. "Ah! We won't get any further with this discussion today, I think. Let's sleep on it. In the meantime, I would like you to keep a space open for the trophy case in your design, even if you don't end up designing it."

Kusha took in a deep breath, then let it out in a frustrated sigh. "Ok. Fine. We can talk about it at our next meeting, where I'll tell you again that I won't do it. Now... as I mentioned, I have some options for design elements that I would like your opinion on. Alright?"

Rakesh enjoyed the fact that Kusha was now asking his permission rather than pushing forward confidently. The cracks were already starting to show.

"That sounds lovely," he said with a little smirk, settling back into his chair once again.

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When Sharath got home that evening, Kusha didn't come to the door to greet him. She wasn't in the bedroom either. It was a little strange. No matter how busy she was, Kusha usually made a point to connect with him after he got home, at least for a few minutes.

He found her in the next most likely place: she was at her desk in her home office, muttering irritably to herself as she sketched on her tablet.

Last night had been a little strange, and Sharath had to admit he was getting concerned. When he got home, Kusha had been dressed in a tight, slutty little outfit, which was unusual all by itself. She had flirted with him aggressively in a way that left him equally bewildered and aroused. And then, for reasons that Sharath still didn't quite understand, she had got... annoyed? And despite that annoyance, she had demanded a kind of rough sex she normally didn't like.

It didn't add up. And Sharath was a little worried about what might be driving these sudden shifts in behavior. He approached his wife silently from behind and laid a hand on her shoulder.

She jumped with a gasp and closed the tablet, but not before Sharath saw the project label in the top corner: Rakesh Kumar, Bedroom. Sharath felt a prickle of anxiety. It was just a bedroom design, right? Why was she acting almost guilty for working on it?

"God! Don't scare me like that!" said Kusha huffily. She sighed and raked her fingers through her lovely, dark hair, losing a little of the tension from her body. "...Sorry. I guess I'm all over the place today. I didn't hear you come in." She wrapped one arm around him and pressed her head into his side in a half-hug.

"You've been working too hard lately," said Sharath, rubbing a hand over his wife's tense shoulders. "What you need right now is a glass of wine and some mindless TV, not more work."

"Honey, I..." she began reluctantly, staring sidelong at her tablet with an odd expression of annoyance mixed with longing. She let out an explosive breath. "You know what? You're right. A glass of wine sounds perfect. I'll meet you at the couch."

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As Sharath uncorked the wine, his mind was racing. Rakesh. It had to be. Whatever plans Rakesh was trying in order to seduce Kusha were having some sort of effect on her. It still seemed impossible that Rakesh could succeed, but even the fact that he was influencing Kusha's behavior at all was disturbing. Sharath had worried in the past that Rakesh might succeed at his perverse bet, but it had felt like a terrifying, but impossible fantasy. Like imagining that a meteor would randomly fall and kill you dead. Or wondering what would happen if the bridge beneath you were to randomly collapse while driving. A horrible thought, but not something you actually expected to happen.

Sharath had avoided bringing Rakesh up to his wife the past few weeks, even though he knew she had begun work on his project. He thought it would be better not to call more attention to the sleazy pornographer than was necessary. Besides, he assumed that no news was good news.

But now, it felt important to dig a little into what was going on with that situation. If only for his peace of mind.

As they curled up into their usual positions on the couch and Kusha took a big sip of wine, Sharath casually asked, "So... how is that project for Rakesh going?"

Kusha almost choked and came up coughing from the swallow. She gave her husband a sidelong glare, then, when she finally got herself back under control, she said guardedly, "He's exactly what I thought he was. A rude, arrogant, misogynistic pig. So, I suppose just about as badly as I expected."

Sharath was relieved to hear that, but also a little confused. It was clear that Rakesh had done nothing to endear himself to Kusha over the past couple of weeks. She still hated the slimy little jerk as much as ever... so why did she seem frustrated and distracted lately? What was up with her strange sexual outburst last night? Coincidence?

"Well, if he's bothering you, you could always just decline the job. We're doing fine with money right now," he said casually. That would actually be the ideal solution. It would frustrate whatever plan Rakesh had, and more importantly, it would do so without requiring Sharath to admit the perverse bet he had been pressured into.

Unfortunately, Sharath could tell instantly that he had said the exact wrong thing. Kusha stiffened beside him, her lips drawing into a thin, angry line. "He's not bothering me, Sharath," she snapped. "A little worm like him doesn't have the ability to bother me. I don't need to run away the first time a man acts like an asshole. I'm a big girl, and I can deal with a slimeball like Rakesh no problem."

'Oh, I know you can," said Sharath hurriedly, squeezing his wife's thigh reassuringly, "I was just saying that if Rakesh is..."

"I don't want to talk about Rakesh anymore," said Kusha firmly."'Let's watch some TV like you said."

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After a few minutes of watching TV silently, Kusha unwound a little, but she still had that same air of prickly annoyance all evening, and when Sharath tried to kiss her that night on the way to bed, she turned so that his lips contacted her cheek instead of her lips.

"I need to catch up on some work," she said coolly. "You should get some rest. I might get to bed late, so don't wait up."

Rakesh watched her head back to her home office with worried eyes. There was definitely something going on with her, and Sharath was just now realizing he didn't know enough about Rakesh's methods to understand what his plan even was.

...

About an hour later, Sharath lay in bed, doing a little research.

Now that it was becoming clear that Rakesh's plans were having an effect on Kusha, it was important that Sharath understand his enemy. And luckily for him, Rakesh had published a sort of online playbook that Sharath could sneak a peek at.

"Premium Maal" looked just as trashy as the name implied. Rakesh's porn site had an aesthetic of lurid neon lights against velvety blackness. The premise of the site was simple: Rakesh's performers weren't porn stars, allegedly at least. They were normal, average women who had been tempted away from their everyday life by the lure of sexual debauchery.

It was an interesting concept, although Sharath assumed that it had to be bullshit. Rakesh probably just hired amateur porn stars who weren't widely recognizable and sold them to the public as girls-next-door to increase the taboo appeal. But even if it was all fake, the sorts of things that Rakesh wrote about the performers on the website would hopefully tell Sharath a lot about how Rakesh thought these types of seductions should work in theory.

It wasn't necessary for Sharath to pay for an account to browse through the performer profiles, which were part of the "free tour'. Which was lucky, because Kusha monitored their bank statements closely. There was a high chance she would notice if he paid for a porn subscription.

Sharath scrolled through the profiles. Each had a gorgeous desi woman staring at the camera with a smile, wearing clothes ranging from translucent chiffon sarees, plunging blouses, thigh high slit dresses, lingeries to women in empty beaches wearing sarongs, bikinis, or nothing, with an arm strategically covering their breasts. They objectively looked much better in comparison to actresses from adult webseries such as Ullu, Alt balaji, etc., that Sharath used to watch and fap to before meeting Kusha.

Clicking into a few of the profiles, Sharath found that many of the women were married, and a good number of them had been highly-paid professionals like Kusha before entering the world of porn. Or so Rakesh claimed at least. But it was harder than he thought to find useful information in the small blurbs about the various women. It usually just briefly commented that Rakesh had "taught them how to be a slut", or "put them in their place", or other degrading language, before encouraging the reader to "watch their videos to find out more!".

Sharath couldn't help feeling a little aroused by the content of the website, even as it made him uncomfortable. It was a compelling fantasy, even if it was dark and twisted. That an ugly, crass man like Rakesh had some sort of irresistible sexual magnetism. That something about him could turn proud women into sluts, desperate for his cock.

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Sharath scrolled a little further down, then his eyes went wide. It felt like he had been dunked in ice water. He couldn't believe what he was looking at.

It was Laila. Unmistakably. Staring at the camera with her usually confident, toothy grin, and dressed in a fancy swimsuit under a translucent sarong, in her signature feather cut hairstyle. There wasn't even a fake pornstar name; "Laila" was printed right there next to the erotic picture.

It wasn't possible. Sharath's mouth was suddenly dry, and perversely, his cock was suddenly throbbing, tenting up the sheets. Laila had been a friend of his in college. And also the subject of a desperate, embarrassing crush for him from freshman year up through graduation. It wasn't until he met and began dating an amazing woman like Kusha after college that Sharath was able to fully get over her. Despite being utterly in love with his wife, Sharath still kind of kicked himself for not making a move on Laila during freshman year. By the time he finally got up his courage, Laila was already dating an older guy. The man she eventually married.

Right. Laila was fucking married. And had a kid. Sharath had fallen out of touch with her after her wedding, but he still saw updates from her occasionally on social media.

And, most importantly, Laila had always hated Rakesh. They had both been members of the same loose friend group, but Laila had made frequent complaints to Sharath about how obnoxious Rakesh was during college, and it may have been because of Rakesh that Laila eventually drifted away to hang out more often with her boyfriend's social circle during senior year.

Sharath clicked into the page for Laila on the porn site, feeling both oddly numb and pulsing with arousal at the same time. He scanned the short blurb with uncomprehending eyes.

"This one is close to my heart... an old friend from college! Laila could never stand the sight of me when we hung out on campus, and I've got to admit it hurt my feelings. So when I happened to run into this hot little married slut years later, I couldn't resist turning her into my personal whore. Laila started out wanting nothing to do with me, but by the time I got done with her... well, you'll just have to watch her videos to find out!"

Sharath unconsciously pressed the "Watch Here" button, but was taken immediately to a payment screen. With a grunt of annoyance, he exited the page and tossed his phone onto his nightstand. He lay back in bed, staring up at the ceiling with a new sense of panic rising in his heart.

Maybe it was a trick, or Photoshop, or something. The Laila Sharath had known was a smart and snarky woman who didn't take shit from anyone (he had always had a thing for strong-willed women). If Rakesh had somehow managed to lure or trick her into a sexual relationship, even though she hated him... Well, the parallels with Kusha were troubling.

Sharath decided to put Laila out of his mind for now. Maybe he could try to snoop on social media and see if there were any hints that she had actually been corrupted by Rakesh. Right now, he had to concentrate on things at home, find a way to counter whatever hold Rakesh seemed to have over his wife.

When the idea came to him, it felt obvious. Whatever plans Rakesh was working on, it clearly involved frustrating Kusha and getting her mentally wrapped up in the project he had hired her to work on. The best way to counteract Rakesh's plan would be to take Kusha's mind off work and reconnect with her. Break the focus on Rakesh that his former friend was trying to foster.

That was an excellent plan: a date. A chance for Kusha to unwind and unplug. And Sharath knew just where to take her. Kusha had been so tense tonight, Sharath had felt it in her shoulders. Kusha had a favorite ritzy spa she went to when the mood struck her, and Sharath knew they had couples' packages. They’d gone there for Valentine’s Day a couple of years ago, and although it wasn't Sharath's favorite thing in the world, he knew Kusha had loved it. In fact, she still occasionally brought it up to him as something they should do again sometime. A day of couples' massages and skin treatments would be a great way to soothe Kusha's annoyance and frustrations, and hopefully get her mind off that ugly douchebag trying to seduce her.

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The way you explain is enough to imagine with our brain. So no stress please continue with your story. 
Awesome work.

Thank you

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Rakesh is challenging and distrubing Kadha so much,whre she could not observe husband, now the game has entered in a faster pace

Rakesh knows Kusha is a tough nut to crack. He had to plan meticulously to make sure he runs on her mind all night long.

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"You told me to update you if there were any big changes in her upcoming schedule," said Payal's soft, hesitant voice over the phone, "I know this one isn't a work thing, but I thought you might want to know."

Rakesh scratched his cheek pensively with one finger, staring into the distance. "You did exactly the right thing by calling, sweetie," he said thoughtfully. "Let me know about any changes like this in her schedule from now on."

"Rocky, I was thinking that maybe we could get together again sometime soon?" Asked Payal plaintively. "It feels like you've been so busy lately."

Rakesh chuckled. "Soon. I promise, sweetie. Speaking of busy, I'll have to call you back later. Night."

"Night, Rocky," said the cute little assistant with a clear tone of disappointment. Rakesh set down his phone and looked out the window of his bedroom into

So... Kusha and Sharath were going out on a date. It was an obvious counter move to Rakesh's strategy of frustrating and fascinating Kusha. But Sharath still didn't know who he was playing against.

The date was happening this coming Friday. Rakesh's schedule was quite flexible as his own boss. He could be free all day... Free to pop up wherever Kusha and Sharath went to try to get away from him, with a beautiful woman on his arm. Sharath wanted this date to take Kusha's mind off Rakesh, but he was about to discover how badly that plan could backfire. Rakesh was going to crash their romantic little getaway and make sure that Kusha had no chance to put him out of her mind.

But every detail needed to be perfect. Rakesh wanted to be there with a hottie on his arm who would get under Kusha's skin...

But why settle for just psyching out one member of the lovely couple? If Sharath had grown some balls and was attempting to fight back against Rakesh's plans, then it was time for him to learn how unpleasant it could be to fight a superior opponent like his former friend.

Rakesh had one slut in his contacts list that he knew was going to hurt poor Sharath's feelings and also make Kusha even more annoyed.

Rakesh grinned to himself as he looked up the right number to make the call. This was looking like it would be a fun day at the spa for them all.

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That Friday..

"No way," said Kusha with a wide smile, "that can't possibly be true."

"It is!" protested Sharath emphatically, humorously playing it up a little. "Why would I lie about something like that? I've never had anyone but myself do anything to my toenails, let alone polish them, or whatever it is they do here."

"Your mom clipped them when you were a kid," said Kusha confidently, sounding like someone who had just played her winning card.

"Not that I remember," replied Sharath stubbornly, having fun with the playful, bantering fight.

Kusha threw her head back and laughed. She looked... good. Relaxed. They were both in fluffy, comfortable robes, waiting patiently for the pedicure session that was part of the all-inclusive couple's package that Sharath had purchased.

It had been a lot harder to convince Kusha to come today than Sharath thought it would be. Even he hadn't realized how stressed out and wrapped up in her work his wife had become. But, in the end, he had managed to persuade her to come, and even managed the more difficult task of convincing her to leave her phone in the locker with her clothes.

She looked better already. Her eyes twinkled as she reached out and threaded her fingers through Sharath's, her smile warm and loving as she said, "Well, here's to exploring new experiences together then."

Sharath was just congratulating himself on doing the exact thing that his wife needed when disaster struck, in the form of a brash, obnoxious voice splitting the hushed relaxation of the pedicure room.

"Hey, hey! My two favorite lovebugs! Fancy seeing you here!"

Kusha stiffened with horror, all of the stress and annoyance dropping back onto her shoulders like a heavy weight right in front of Sharath's eyes. They both turned to see Rakesh, looking messy, ugly, and confident as usual. His fluffy robe was open almost to the belly button, showing off a crop of frizzy chest hair.

But, although he could tell all of Kusha's hateful focus was drawn by Rakesh, Sharath found himself distracted immediately by the woman on Rakesh's arm.

Laila.

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It had been a long time since Sharath had seen her, but even years later, after they were both married, Sharath found himself reverting to that same speechless young boy, captivated by the sharp-witted, fiery girl he had first encountered back in his first year of college.

Motherhood had changed her body a little of course. He probably shouldn't have, but Sharath realized instantly that Laila's hips and butt looked a bit wider and fuller now... her tits just the slightest bit bigger. It was easy to make the comparison when he had spent so many nights fantasizing about her body back in college. But her beautiful feather cut hairstyle, her trademark, was the same, and so was her smile, toothy and genuine, with always just a hint of mean-spirited teasing in it, no matter the context.

And her eyes were the same, too. Sharp and Lively.

"Hey, Sherry," said Laila, her arm threaded through Rakesh's. "Long time no see."

Kusha had opened her mouth to angrily address Rakesh, who was quickly becoming a sort of nemesis to her, but she halted in confusion, glancing over at her husband's stunned face, then up to Laila with a frown.

"Wait," she said, her brows wrinkling, "aren't you..."

"Nice to see you again, Kusha," said Laila flippantly. "I'm not surprised you don't remember me that well. I was pretty busy on the only day we met."

Grace looked over to Sharath for help, and he flushed red, murmuring, "Ummm, it's Laila, sweetie. We went to her wedding."

Kusha's mouth fell open as she turned back to Laila, noting the glittering gold mangalsutra still proudly displayed under her robe as she cuddled up to a man who definitely wasn't her husband.

G0d. How low could this man possibly sink? Well, Kusha would give him one thing, he had a talent for sniffing out sluts, apparently even if those sluts were married. She turned deliberately away from Laila, already mentally writing her off, and back to Rakesh.

"Mr. Kumar," she said coldly, "I don't appreciate you following me around outside of work."

Rakesh chuckled, his hand slipping down to rest on Laila's round butt and idly squeezing. Next to Kusha, Sharath, for some reason cleared his throat and fidgeted in his seat, but Kusha didn't have time to babysit her husband right now.

"Awwww, come on, dear Kusha wusha," said Rakesh jovially, "It’s Hyderabad! You aren't the only one who likes a spa day every now and then. It's just a coincidence. Besides, is it so wrong for us to hang out as friends? We practically have a little college reunion going on here."

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That was right... now Kusha remembered. Sharath had talked about his old college friend Laila before. Based on his guarded speech, Kusha had easily inferred there had been deeper feelings there at some point, but she was mature enough not to feel jealous about things like that. In any case, that must be why Sharath looked sick to his stomach now. It would be hard to see any friend with Rakesh like this, let alone someone you once had feelings for.

"No, Rakesh," said Kusha, a little heat creeping into her voice. "As my husband made very clear last time he spoke with you, you are no longer a family friend. Just a business contact." Kusha could tell based on the wide smile on Rakesh's face that something was wrong. She glanced over to Sharath in confusion. Her husband now wore a sheepish expression of guilt.

"Reeeeeally?" asked Rakesh, voice dripping with amusement. "So Sharath told you that he broke off our friendship? I don't remember having any sort of discussion like that."

Kusha snorted in derision. Of course Sharath had told Rakesh their friendship was over. He had told her as much. Right?

"Babe... maybe I didn't say those words exactly. But I think the context of our conversation made it pretty clear that..." said Sharath nervously.

Kusha put her head in her hands, unable to even look at Sharath right now. She had been going toe-to-toe with Rakesh's rudeness for weeks, and Sharath hadn't even had the balls to face up to him for one fucking conversation. She stood up. Sharath reached for her hand, but she slapped it away, breathing heavily. She didn't want to be around Rakesh, but right now, she didn't want to be near her husband either. Without a word, she strode to the other side of the room and sat in an unoccupied chair, staring daggers across the room. Sharath gave her a wide-eyed, pleading, apologetic expression as Laila and Rakesh sat next to him.

Let them have their little college reunion. The prick, the slut, and the wimp. She had no desire to be part of that company.

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"So, things are going well for you, I hope?" asked Laila sweetly as the spa attendants knelt before them, polishing their nails, trimming them and gently massaging their feet. "I mean, besides today, of course. G0d, your wife seems a little mad, doesn't she?"

Sharath still felt off balance from seeing his old friend, let alone just casually chatting. This was the woman he had yearned after for so long that her face felt burned into his brain forever, even after finding the love of his life. It felt bizarre to talk to her again, especially after his discovery the other day. Laila might be producing porn with Rakesh, a man she used to hate. And now here she was, arriving arm-in-arm with Rakesh without shame. It had to be a misunderstanding. Or some sort of trick.

"I... well, everything is going just fine," he said shakily. He glanced across the room to his wife, sitting all alone, her lovely face like a thundercloud as the technician worked on her nails. "How are things going for you? You're right, it's been forever since we talked."

"Things are great," said Laila happily. As she spoke, Rakesh reached across from his seat beside her, resting his plump hand on her thigh and gently caressing it. “Arha is going to start kindergarten soon. I must show you her picture sometime; she's growing up to look exactly like her father. But cuter obviously. Puneet just got the promotion he's been after, and my career has really been taking off as well."

Sharath watched with fascinated horror as Rakesh's pudgy hand rubbed higher and harder, slipping beneath Laila's long robes. Then, with a sharp movement, she stopped him. Even though it was silly, Sharath felt a wave of relief. He had misunderstood after all. Rakesh was trying to fake him out by making him think he had converted Laila into some sort of slut, but this was actually some sort of platonic day out for them. He should have known better. Why would she gush about her husband and daughter while openly hanging out with her lover?

But his blood ran cold and his relief drained away when he heard Laila whisper, "Shhhu! Not in front of everyone. Wait until you get me alone in the couple's massage room... I have a little surprise for you."

It was low enough to keep the room from hearing, but Laila seemed to make no attempt to hide it from Sharath, rolling her eyes and giving him a wry smile as if to say "this guy... right?"

[Steel]

Oh God. It was true. Laila wasn't just here with Rakesh. She was here... for Rakesh. Even with all the evidence before and now, Sharath hadn't quite believed it. But as Laila leaned over and gave Rakesh a brief, but tongue-heavy kiss to tide him over, he couldn't deny the truth any longer.

For some reason, he felt his cock stir beneath his fluffy robes.

He cleared his throat uncomfortably and tried to change the subject. "So, um... your career is doing well? Yoga, right?"

Laila laughed, her lips quirking up at the corner in a way that Sharath was all too familiar with. The smile that meant that he was the butt of the joke. "No, I gave up yoga about a year back. I've taken up a new career that I find much more... fulfilling."

Sharath's mouth went dry, and Laila's eyes bored into his. He felt the question bubbling up inside him, unable to be stopped. And he could tell that Laila, his old friend, the woman he'd once been hopelessly infatuated with, and still held a tiny flame for somewhere deep inside… wouldn't leave anything out. She would proudly tell him every filthy detail. No matter how devastating and arousing that would be for him.

But he was saved at the last second. Sharath had been so wrapped up in the conversation with Laila that he hadn't realized the pedicure had wrapped up, and the spa employee guiding the couple's day announced that they would be moving on to the sauna experience, which, of course, would be separated by gender.

Sharath had been hoping to catch his wife and apologize, but Kusha followed the guide quickly, her face still annoyed, not even glancing back.

"It was good catching up, Sherry," said Laila with a smile as they stood. Without warning, she pulled him into a close hug. Even with the thick robes, Sharath couldn't help but think about the fact that they were both naked beneath them. "We'll have to do this again sometime. Soon." With that, she waved and followed the rest of the women out of the room, leaving Sharath with Rakesh, who gave him an aggressive thump on the back. "Looks like it's just you and me for now, buddy," he said with a manic grin, "And I think it's about time you and I caught up as well."

[Steel]

The guide told the half dozen men entering the sauna that they could choose to keep or remove their robes.

Sharath chose to keep his on, but Rakesh instantly whipped his robe off without a care in the world as he plopped down onto one of the wooden benches.

It felt like a power move, and Sharath instantly wondered if maybe he should have removed his robe as well. He couldn't now, obviously. It would look like he was trying to copy Rakesh.

He tried hard not to look at what Rakesh was packing between his legs, but, well, it was extremely... present. Rakesh cock swung thick and long between his legs even when soft, radiating the dormant power of an elephant's trunk. Even with the briefest glance before his eyes flicked away, Sharath knew immediately why Rakesh had no problem whipping off his towel. He might not measure up in looks to the rest of the guys in the room, but he had nothing to be ashamed of beneath that robe.

"So!" said Rakesh, slapping the bench next to him to indicate that Sharath should have a seat. "Let's talk. I'm sure you're eager for a little progress update on our bet."

Sharath sat gingerly as Rakesh lounged back, his piggy eyes gleaming with smug assurance, his thick cock hanging long and soft between his spread legs. "No. I don't really have any interest in..." protested Sharath.

Rakesh cut him off with a snicker. "Really? You aren't curious about how close I am to claiming your wife's sweet pussy? Well, buddy, I really shouldn't be giving away free info to the enemy, but the answer is closer than you think."

Sharath flushed red in the hot, steamy air. This bastard was so cocky. He remembered again why he had made this stupid bet in the first place. It would be so satisfying when Rakesh lost. He couldn't just let Rakesh taunt him and Kusha like this. "Not from what I've seen," he fired back angrily. "Kusha hates you even worse than she did when you started! You're moving backward, dumbass."

Rakesh just shook his head with a pitying look. "Is that what it looks like to you? G0d, sometimes I wonder how you landed a fortune like Kusha. You're lucky she likes Betas, dude."

Sharath was so stunned that he couldn't even respond to the open insult before Rakesh continued. "I mean, the proof is in the pudding, bud. I used the exact same method to claim the pussy you weren't man enough to win. Remember, Laila used to hate me too."

[Steel]

Sharath was speechless with a sort of weak, helpless rage. His eyes flicked down and then away again to see that Rakesh's cock had started to grow.

"She liked you a lot more than me..." continued Rakesh in a taunting voice, "and where did that affection get you? Clapping and smiling like a good little boy while she married a bigger, better man."

"That's right," said Sharath, trying to regain his footing while Rakesh seemed determined to trample over him verbally. "She's married. That's awful. How could you?"

Rakesh gave him a blank look, and slapped his knee as if Sharath had just made the funniest joke in the world. "What's this supposed to be, a pathetic attempt at disapproval? Or are you seriously curious about how I go about it?" he asked, his voice taking on a sarcastically upbeat, mocking tempo. He suddenly leaned forward, getting uncomfortably close.

"It was easy... Laila was doing this yoga class at her local community center, and anyone was welcome to join. So I did. And do you think that I spent my time sucking up to her and trying to make her like me?"

Rakesh's eyes seemed to almost glow with wicked delight in the dim, steamy room. "Of course fucking not. I pissed her off every chance I got. I fucked my way through every married milf in her class. I made myself an irritating, unforgettable nuisance while showing off my dominant nature every chance I got. She hated me worse and worse every day. And with all that tension and frustration in her mind... while her body absorbed all the signs of a powerful, virile male... Well, tension needs relief at some point. She snapped, just the way I wanted her to. Performing complex asanas together. Our hands all over each other. Letting her sample my Cobra rise. Aligning our chakras to fill her sacred inner space. I could go on all day, I've got tons of them. That's the difference between you and me, pussy. You jerk off and cry and worry about how bad you want a girl, then watch another guy take her away from you... And I see that same hot piece of ass, I make a plan, and I get that fucking pussy. Simple as that. Anyway, mission fucking accomplished"

"Her husband... You broke up a happy marriage," said Sharath, suddenly aware of an erection pressing against the front of his robe. G0d, he was glad now that he hadn't removed it.

"Did I?" asked Rakesh, raising an eyebrow with a cocky grin. "I still see a mangalsutra on her, don't you? She wasn't just bullshitting when she talked about her and Puneet."

Sharath shook his head, unable to understand what Rakesh meant. "But... if you and Laila are... Then why are they still together?"

"Well, buddy," said Rakesh with a chuckle, laying his head back on the bench above and closing his eyes, luxuriating in the infernal heat, "I would tell you alllll about what happens to inferior men after I claim their wives... but I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise."

Sharath stared at him questioningly, but it seemed like Rakesh was done talking.

What the fuck was that supposed to mean?

[Steel]

Kusha couldn't help but sneak a little peek at Laila's body as they both removed their robes. Both were in their respective swimsuits. The mom's body was carrying a little extra weight around her hips and butt, but she wore it well. The kind of heft that drew male attention.

Kusha tried to sit on her own, but, annoyingly, Laila followed and sat right beside her, settling in and sighing with pleasure from the moist heat. They sat in silence for a long few minutes, Kusha prickly and annoyed, Laila comfortable and relaxed, at least on the surface.

"You can ask, you know," said Laila eventually in a languid, drawling voice, crossing her thighs to bounce one foot lazily in the air. "I'm not embarrassed to talk about it, and I can tell you're curious."

"I have no idea what you mean," said Kusha stiffly, crossing her arms tightly over her impressive chest in a defensive gesture.

"I mean," said Laila with a sharp grin, "You want to know why a woman is fucking a man like Rakesh."

Kusha snorted and rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. That's no mystery to me. You have sex with that ugly troll because he pays you and you have zero self-respect. There's no other possible explanation for walking in with that pathetic pervert on your arm and not immediately dying of humiliation."

Laila took the withering barb with a soft laugh and a shake of her head. "I see a lot of myself in you, Kusha," she said warmly. "I would have said the same thing a year ago. But I have plenty of self-respect. Why wouldn't I? I have the best of both worlds. A sweet, obedient husband at home and a dominant lover who knows how to make me cum my brains out."

"That's the difference between you and I," said Kusha with a superior sneer. "I chose a good enough man that I don't need to seek out strange dick."

Laila gave her a knowing sidelong glance that made Kusha's blood boil. "Did you though?" she asked slyly. "Is Sherry really... scratching all your itches?"

Kusha flushed, her face growing even hotter in the boiling room. Laila's little question hit a bit too close to home after their disappointing experiment with rough sex the other night. "You don't know me," she said in a low, dangerous voice, glaring at Laila. "Don't pretend you do."