Adultery Husband's Unfortunate Bet with an Alpha (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Husband's Unfortunate Bet with an Alpha

 Hi guys,

I am back with the second story of "Mask of Desire" series. Thanks for your appreciation on the first one.

First story - https://xossipy.com/thread-70447.html

You don't have to read the first story to understand this one. This is a completely new story which is inspired by multiple erotica I previously read online. This is going to be a dark erotic fantasy about how an ugly, but dominant man breaks a proud wife into submission using psychological seduction while cuckolding the husband.

This story has a similar tone of the first one. You can expect a wild ride packed with manipulation/mind games, cheating, degradation, coercion, cuckolding, voyeurism, exhibitionism, slut-shaming, humiliation, CNC elements, ownership and delicious power exchange.

All the characters in this story are over 18 years of age. Leave a comment if you like what you're reading.

Lets dive in!

[sarit11]

my dear steel

here is your thread

[Bakchod Londa]

Super duper excited for your second story!

[Steel]

Story

Sharath had already decided this would be the last time.

He sat across from Rakesh on the open terrace of a late-evening lounge. The music stayed low and the lights were soft enough that people could talk without raising their voices. Rakesh was busy tearing a piece of chicken from the bone, sauce shining on his fingers, completely at ease. Sharath watched him and felt the familiar mix of old habit and quiet embarrassment.

They had been close once. During their college days, they shared rooms and stupid nights that stretched until morning. Rakesh had always been the louder one, the one who knew people, the one who never cared what anyone thought. Sharath had liked that about him then. Now it just felt heavy.

Sharath had gotten a job in city planning, has a clean apartment, and a beautiful wife whose name carried weight in her circle. Whereas Rakesh was.. well, there’s no delicate way to put it. He was a pornographer. He ran a site named “Premium Maal” that claimed to show how kinky and slutty women are when doing things they were not supposed to do on camera. Sharath had opened it once, out of curiosity, and closed it within minutes as he had been disgusted to see Rakesh himself on thumbnails in many of the videos.

Sharath wasn’t sure why anyone would want to see porn starring Mr. Rakesh Kumar. He was broad shouldered but looked ugly, with his hair pulled back roughly, messy beard that never looked properly trimmed, shirt left open at the top showing chest hair. The kind of careless, unpolished look had left a bad taste on him. Not that the women on the site were anything to complain about. They tended to be some of the most gorgeous women Sharath had ever seen... barring his wife Kusha, of course.

It didn't make any sense. Rakesh tend to not only attract and date total smoke-shows, but he managed to talk most of them into appearing on his gross website. Who was the last girl he had been with? That curvy mallu? Oh, right, her name’s…

Rakesh looked up and said through a mouthful of fries. “You’re quiet today.”

“Um.. How is Nidhi doing?” Sharath asked, more out of politeness than real interest. If this was the last time they met, he might as well ask.

Rakesh raised an eyebrow, chuckled and licked his thumb. “She’s good, yaar. Making solid money from the videos we shot. Viewers love her.”

“So you two still dating?”

“What? Oh.. nah, we broke up months back. Honestly, I only went out with her because I needed a curvy chick for a few scenes near Kerala Backwaters. Once the shoots are done, what’s the point?”

Sharath felt the familiar discomfort settle in his stomach. He had always avoided pushing too hard on this part of Rakesh’s life. But right now, when he was considering cutting Rakesh off entirely, maybe it made sense to cut the bullshit. "I don't know, Rakesh", Sharath said with a twist of his lips, "It seems shady to push women to..."

Rakesh’s cheerful expression faded into a cold, blank stare. "Don't go there, man. No one’s forcing anyone. Girls don't film for my site unless they are completely, one hundred percent on board. You want me to put Nidhi on the phone right now? She'll say the same thing."

"No... I was just saying..." blustered Sharath awkwardly, suddenly wishing he hadn't opened this can of worms. He had never seen Rakesh upset like this. It was actually, strangely, a little intimidating.

Rakesh pushed his plate away and wiped a napkin over his greasy mouth. "Ask," he said in a flat, hard voice, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his gut. "Everybody asks in the end, although it took you longer than most. I don't mind talking about it. So ask."

Sharath hesitated, licked his lips, then shrugged. He was curious, after all. "Ok, fine. How do you do it? How do you get such hot women when you...?"
He trailed off, but Rakesh finished his sentence. "When I’m a low class ugly bastard?"

Sharath felt heat rise in his neck. “I didn’t mean that.”

[Hotgiri]

Nice update, please add pics and gif to story

[Steel]

Nice update, please add pics and gif to story

Sure, will look into it. However, I feel adding pics often breaks immersion to reader's imagination.

[Steel]

Rakesh barked a harsh laugh, seemingly not offended in the slightest. "Because that doesn't matter. Let me tell you a little secret, Sherry boy."

He leaned forward across the table, his eyes glowing with an internal light. "All women are sluts deep down. I know that secret, and that's all it takes to be successful with women."

Sharath scoffed a little laugh, but Rakesh’s expression didn't change. "What?" asked Sharath, shaking his head. "You can't be fucking serious."

"Oh, but I am," said Rakesh solemnly. "It's hard-wired into the female brain. Here, look at this.” He unlocked his phone, opened a reel of Anveshi Jain on Instagram, and held it out to Sharath.

Sharath stared at the video. “You know how you can't keep your eyes away when you see her big, bouncy pair of tits?” Sharath stiffened and set the phone down on the table awkwardly. “That’s male hard-wiring. Our primal instincts want us to find a good mommy for our kids. Young, fertile, and healthy. And women want a good daddy. They can't fight it. It's baked into their genetics."

Sharath raised his eyebrows. What sort of ridiculous misogynistic shit was this? Was Rakesh playing some kind of joke? "So..." he said slowly, "You're saying women just start drooling when they see..." He gestured expressively at Rakesh's ugly sitting stance.

Rakesh laughed again, taking a noisy slurping sip of beer. "You haven't seen what I'm packing under these shorts, buddy. But more seriously, looks aren't that important for women's instincts. They want someone forceful. Confident. Dominant. That's what their subconscious screams as good daddy material. All of that nurturing and supportive crap is great, but those kinds of guys will always be around to help raise the alpha's kids later."

Sharath frowned. This didn't feel funny anymore. The joke was getting old. "Come on man," he said, getting a little testy, "You can't believe that crap. Not all women are sluts. That's fucking ridiculous."

Rakesh shrugged with a slimy grin. "I've personally found no exceptions. The only reason that some women seem innocent is that they've never met an alpha who wants them. When they do, they all spread their legs."

"There are clearly some women who aren't sluts," said Sharath, his voice rising a little as he got heated.

"Name one," Rakesh shot back, his voice still cool and hard. It seemed like Sharath's insults hadn't been forgotten.

"Kusha," said Sharath with a smug grin, as if laying down a trump card. It was hard to imagine a woman who fit Rakesh's insane worldview less than his wife. She was powerful, driven, and a paragon of self-control.

Sharath watched Rakesh carefully, ready to accept his surrender in the argument. Instead, Rakesh looked evasive, a sly grin spreading across his face. "No comment there," he said with a little chuckle.

Sharath's face grew red. He leaned across the table with a frown. "And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

[Steel]

Rakesh shrugged. "I don't know what to tell you, man! If she has tits and a pussy, she has the same instincts as any other woman. In the right circumstances, she would spread her legs like all the rest."

Sharath's mind buzzed with rage, but he managed to control himself, taking a deep breath, leaning back, and stiffly saying, "You're delusional."

Rakesh's slimy grin grew wider. "Wanna bet?" He asked in a low, dangerous voice."I like those odds. I bet you I can prove your wife is a slut."

Sharath was about to blow up. The idea was insulting. The offer was disgusting. The whole thing was sleazy and misogynistic in a way he never would have expected, even from Rakesh.

But then a thought crossed his mind. What better punishment could there be for this sexist prick than letting Kusha cut him to ribbons? Kusha was a knockout, and she was used to guys hitting on her. They were usually sorry they had afterward. It would be a deeply satisfying way to teach this ugly toad who Sharath had once considered a friend that his worldview was stupid.

Giving in to his anger and his desire to prove Rakesh wrong, Sharath opened his mouth and asked, "What do I get when I win?"

Rakesh shook with laughter for a good minute, wiping a tear from his eye while Sharath stewed. Wait until Kusha rips him apart, we’ll see how funny he finds it then, Sharath thought sourly.

Finally, Rakesh shook his head and said. "How about this? If Kusha is as virtuous and pure as you say, I'll fund that honeymoon you keep putting off. I’m rolling in money, so it won’t be a problem for me.”

Sharath felt another spike of anger. It was a low blow. Although both of their careers were doing fine, he and Kusha had mutually decided to put their money towards a nice house after getting married rather than an expensive honeymoon. They kept talking about having a honeymoon later, but at this point, it had been a few years since their wedding. "Fine," he said tersely. "And what do you want if you win? Not that you ever could."

Rakesh gave Sharath a leering, lopsided grin. "Ohhh, I wouldn't worry about that, buddy. I get the feeling that the process of winning this bet will be its own reward. What's the time limit?"

"A month," said Sharath distractedly, losing a little bit of his momentum. Rakesh was actually taking this seriously. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. He wasn't worried that Rakesh might succeed, but if Kusha found out that he had put Rakesh up to this, Sharath would be in serious trouble.

"Make it two," said Rakesh solidly. "Can't rush perfection." He wiped his hands on his pants and stood from the table, a strange, excited energy radiating off him, like he couldn't wait to get started.

Sharath felt a little disquieted at Rakesh's confidence. "I'll pick up the tab today, Sherry," he said, patting Sharath on the shoulder as he slouched toward the bar to pay.

"Hey," said Sharath, licking his lips, "You're not going to tell Kusha that we made this bet, right?"

Rakesh gave him a pitying look over his shoulder and snorted. "Of course not. Why shoot myself in the foot? Don't worry, I won't tell her you put her in my hands. Your dirty little secret is safe with me."

A few short minutes later, Rakesh paid for the meal and left the bar and grill with a little mocking wave to Sharath on his way out, leaving his former friend sitting stunned at their table, wondering what he was in for.

But he was worrying over nothing. Kusha hated Rakesh from the beginning. She had sent Sharath here today with instructions to break off their friendship. There was no possible way that Rakesh's fucked-up sexist view of the world was correct in any way.

Right?

[Hotgiri]

Adding pic and gif will make feel reader it’s happening in front of them, please add few pics and gif

[Alexraj__]

Bro plz 1st story continue part 2

[Bobby987]

photos add pls

[Steel]

Bro plz 1st story continue part 2

I have an exciting plot to continue the first story too. I may do it if readers want me to continue.

photos add pls

Are you asking about adding AI images for scenes?

[Bobby987]

I have an exciting plot to continue the first story too. I may do it if readers want me to continue.


Are you asking about adding AI images for scenes?

[Bobby987]

i need ai images or real images
because i understand normal english. this type is hard to read

[Steel]

Rakesh rushed up to his house in his SUV and hurried inside. Without even glancing at his daily site traffic and subscriptions, he cracked open an energy drink and got right to work researching his next project.

He had projected confidence in his discussion with Sharath, and he was confident. In the end, Sharath's stuck-up wife would be begging for his dick. But he wasn't stupid: he knew that Kusha would be a hard nut to crack.

He pored over Kusha's online presence. He checked her social media posts where she recently posted her pics with Sharath at a wedding wearing a hot chiffon saree with a sleeveless blouse that accentuated her thick beautiful curves. Her interior-design business website, by contrast, appeared polished and professional, featuring a header video of her arranging hand-drawn sketches on a large board. Even in a formal attire, her protruding ass in her long skirt couldn't escape Rakesh's eyes when she turned back to the board. He inspected few public records... and began to contemplate plans of approach.

The most important task, initially, was to find some way to maintain regular contact with her. Kusha never liked him, and she would be resistant to getting to know him better. Rakesh had to find some way that he could interact with her regularly without Sharath around to ruin it. There were a few different options that Rakesh considered, but in the end, he felt the simplest plan was the most likely to succeed.

Kusha's interior design business catered to the rich and famous, and, although he kept a low profile, like many Indian Porn distributors, Rakesh definitely qualified as rich.

All he had to do was hire Sherry’s wife to redesign one of the rooms in his luxurious house. That alone would get him frequent one-on-one access to the smoking married hottie without Sharath hanging around to ruin it. Some of the meetings would even take place in his house, just the two of them…

Considering the fact that Kusha had never liked him much, Rakesh imagined she would be a little reluctant to take him on as a client, but he wasn't too worried about that. Kusha was a businesswoman, and if he offered enough money, she would hold her nose and design any room he wanted.

And with that foot in the door, she would be as good as his.

[Steel]

Kusha Kapoor used her stylus to ink one last precise line on the concept art she was preparing for her client and pushed back from the screen to survey her work.

This client (a very well-known TV actress) wanted a clean, simple space for entertaining and daily living, and Kusha had knocked it out of the park once again, if she did say so herself. The color palette, the artwork she had selected, the tasteful elegance of the furniture... it all blended into a seamless, perfect whole. She was sure the client would love it. And, more importantly, a job this big would spread word of mouth about her burgeoning business.

Kusha heard the door open, and a faint smile crossed her lips. Sharath was back from his "special mission". Kusha reached up to switch off the monitor and greet her husband, then paused and took one last moment to admire the clean lines of her concept art.

For Kusha in a lot of ways, creating the perfect life was like designing a room. You had to choose all aspects of it to harmonize perfectly together. Last year, a rich, eccentric businessman she had been working with on designing a den had insisted that she include his favorite tattered old armchair in her design for the room. Kusha ended up quitting the job over that very issue. You couldn't have a harmonious, perfectly designed room with a ugly ragged armchair in it. Similarly she couldn't tolerate imperfections in her life either.

Rakesh was that ugly armchair of a human being. That’s why she had told Sharath to end it with him. Kusha had spent years shaping and molding Sharath into the perfect man for her (in the most loving way possible, naturally), and having a disgusting pornographer like Rakesh as a friend was one last stubborn rough spot on her husband that she was happy to scbang off.

Kusha left her studio and breezed into the kitchen, where Sarath was looking through the mail, a distracted, almost worried look on his face. Kusha's eyes narrowed.

"Hey, babe," she said cautiously, circling to the other side of the kitchen island and watching his face carefully. "So... How did it go? With Rakesh?'

Sharath looked up, startled, his eyes flashing with some sort of intense emotion for a moment. "Fine," he said simply, his eyes darting away from hers. "Wasn't as hard as I thought."

[Steel]

Ok, something was definitely up. Kusha reached across the table and grabbed one of her husband's strong hands, her voice taking on a bit of an edge as she asked, "Sharath... you broke off your friendship with him. Right?"

Sharath sighed heavily, then lifted his eyes to meet hers with a grimace.

"Rakesh and I aren't friends anymore," he said heavily.

Kusha saw it in his eyes. He was telling the truth. She felt the tension building inside her release....Then she felt a twinge of guilt. She had maybe been a bit of a bitch about this issue. She knew that telling Sharath to drop an old friend was a big ask. In many ways, Sharath was wrapped around Kusha's little finger. She liked it that way. But she also loved her husband deeply and tried not to abuse his devotion except when she considered it very important.

Her career was taking off right now! What might happen if the gossip got out that she had a sleazy seller of porn as a friend of the family?

Kusha circled around the kitchen counter to snuggle up to her husband, kissing him on the tender part of his neck just below his ear. Kusha wouldn't say she used sex as a reward to control Sharath. That was far too crude a way to put it, and every relationship was a complex give and take.

But her husband had been a very good guy by doing something for her that was awkward and difficult. Was it wrong for a lady to want to show a little gratitude?

"Come on, honey," she whispered in Sharath's ear, her delicate hand slipping down to palm the bulge already forming in his pants from the natural response to her kiss. "Let's not think about him anymore. Follow me... I want to focus on us instead."

Biting her lip, she tugged him by the hand toward the bedroom, watching with pleased amusement as his troubled expression melted into an eager smile.

[Hotgiri]

Please add some pics to the story brother

[Alexraj__]

Bro go 1st story last page many people say you can continue this story

[Paty@123]

Good story, How Rakesh will tackle kusha Sarath's wife is an interesting question, but I wish Sarath has to win the bet