It was Friday night. The time on the wall clock was 11:30 PM. The light in the room was dim. Only the lamp on the drawer was lit, casting warm light on the corners. Light sounds of the bed creaking and “mhmm...” echoed in the room.
Sumit was on top of Riya, their mouths locked and kissing each other deeply. As they kissed, their tongues slid. He took his time, trailing kisses down towards her neck and smooching her collarbone. He licked softly along the curve of her shoulder. Riya closed her eyes, feeling her husband's touch, the warmth of his body, his comfort, his desire showered on her.
She was still in her sheer bra and leggings. Before she could strip them off, Sumit pushed Riya onto the bed, climbing on top and tasting her lips hungrily, as though he couldn't get enough. Riya breathed heavily under him, enjoying the intimacy. But there was something different about how he touched her tonight. There was more urgency in his hands, like he was starving for her. It felt like they hadn't been intimate in a while, even though that wasn't really the case.
Riya and Sumit had been married for almost three years now. Their third year was still going. They met first at a friend's party through a common friend. They had an instant connection, smooth-flowing conversations, which ended up being a bigger deal than just friends.
Although Riya is modern in her outlook, she is conservative about her sexual life. She wore stylish clothes, went out for trips and parties, used to stay out late with her friends, and carried herself freely. This aspect of her character had begun back in her college days and remained steady even after she graduated. After earning a degree in mechanical engineering, she went on to get an MBA. She has always loved cars and never had doubts about her profession. Her ambition and determination shaped her into who she was.
Because of her field, most of her batchmates were male. She had only a handful of female friends. When she called her whole batch to her wedding, Sumit noticed there were way more men than women at the venue. At first, this made him feel a bit uncomfortable. But he knew mechanical engineering had mostly men. Riya, with her good looks and personality, had been a girl whom every guy wanted to date. Most of her classmates tried, but she kept her distance. She once dated a guy from another branch in college, and after that, no one. When she met Sumit, everything fell into place. She was able to open herself completely to him, and that ultimately made him the one she settled with.
Sumit, in contrast, was a computer science graduate. He had joined an IT company through campus placement. Unlike Riya, he wasn't as ambitious. He was more relaxed and valued life outside work than being busy at work. Riya meeting him shifted his life completely, and within a year, they got married. Now, after three years, they were 26 and 28.
Back in the bedroom, Sumit was continuing to kiss her, lips trailing down on her neck, hands exploring her body, and quickly stripped off his shirt, unbuckled his jeans, and pulled down his underwear. Riya smiled, happy with his enthusiasm. After weeks, she felt that she was finally going to get what she desired.
But her happiness broke in an instant. Her eyes fell on him, and his cock wasn't hard. His limp hanging crushed the wave of desire within her. She positioned herself at the bed's edge, took hold of him, and stroked softly. No reaction from his manhood. She spit into her palm to try to lube it and stroked harder and faster, but still nothing. Although her heart sank, she tried to keep calm. In a low voice, she said, “It happened again. Are you okay, Sumit? You experienced the same thing two weeks ago but again tonight?” She stood, looking into his eyes, her tone soft, "If something is bothering you, please tell me. You know we can talk about it." He answered, "Nothing as such." She hugged him softly, "It's alright, next time it will be fine."
But in her heart, there was some kind of suspicion. Twice in a row wasn't normal. Was he hiding something? She brushed the thought away and laid back with him. They fell asleep quietly. In the middle of the night, Sumit slipped out of bed. He opened his laptop in the living room. When Riya woke up the next morning, she saw him sleeping in bed. But the laptop was lying on the sofa. Empty chips packet and a glass with tissues were on the table. For a second, she froze, thinking it was odd, but already late for work, she shook it off and left. At work, though, her mind kept circling back. Two nights, the same problem. His lack of arousal. His laptop left out in the living room. She couldn't focus, growing restless.
She wanted some break; that thought came to her mind a week after. Something light. So on Friday evening, she suggested a dinner with friends. Sumit agreed and sounded happy. They went out the next night. At the restaurant, both were taken in by the laughter and the gossip. Riya was teasing him under the table, running her hand along his thighs, winking, laughing, and trying to turn him on.
When they came home, she took the lead. She touched him, undressed him, kissed him. She caressed him, pressed his cock between her breasts, licking and kissing the head. She did everything she could think of. But still, nothing. Soft again. “What's the issue, Sumit?” she asked, almost pleading. He didn't look at her and just went to the restroom and muttered through the door, “Nothing Riya, I'm not able to perform due to work stress. This will pass, Sorry.” She waited, but he stayed in the bathroom for long, and eventually, she gave him space and drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, he was not in bed. Riya looked in the entire house, but he was nowhere to be found. She decided to call him, and when she unlocked her phone, she saw a message from him: "Riya, I came to work early as there was some urgency. I will get back home by afternoon. Good day, love you sweetheart." But Riya felt more suspicious. A few days back, he had informed her that there was some client holiday and the work was off. Why lie? Her eyes fell on the living room again. Same situation with chips, tissues, and glass on the table. This time, she couldn't shake it off. She told herself she would talk to him soon. At work, she couldn't focus at all. She took half-day leave by taking the rest of the afternoon off to go home, hoping that she would be able to surprise him and finally have a talk.
As soon as Riya reached home, she unlocked the door and yelled, “Sumit!”, looking forward to hearing his response from somewhere inside. But there was no response. She thought that he was once again not at home, getting caught up on another excuse of work or errand. Yet something felt different this time. The glow on the table came from the open laptop of his, which lay opened in the living room. At the side were unfinished snacks and a glass of water. He was probably just there not long ago. Displeased, she set her bag aside and walked over. She pressed enter on the keyboard because she was curious to see what he was doing. A video title glowed on the screen, and she held her breath; the first two words struck like a slap, "Cuckolding Porn..." For a moment, she simply stared and stunned. Her mind raced as she struggled to reconcile what she was seeing with the quiet and composed man that she knew. The flush of confusion on her face betrayed her; she was modern enough not to judge others for their desire, but it was quite secretive. Why would he hide this? How long had he been carrying this alone?
As she opened the browser history, her fingers trembled. She kept on scrolling, checking his past browser history, and what she found left her speechless. It had entries from nine years or almost a decade of cuckolding searches, late-night debaucheries, and private shame that he had buried so deep she had never suspected it even once. This is when everything clicked for her, with all the hesitations, all the lack of assurance in their intimacy, every single time he backed out of getting intimate in the name of stress or exhaustion. He kept it to himself for so long that it ended up influencing the way he dealt with her. Riya kept the laptop aside and left everything as it was. A few minutes later, she laid on the edge of their bed, her head spinning. Should she confront him? Should she wait for him to open up? She was familiar with his character enough to know that he would not admit something like this easily; not after hiding it for so long. If she pressed harder, she ran the risk of pushing him into a worse place of shame or even depression. But if she pretended it didn't exist, the truth would contaminate their relationship like a virus. She decided to keep it to herself for now. To help in an effective manner through patience, so that he feels safe enough to express whatever lies buried deep within.
Just then, she heard the click of the latch. She quickly rolled onto her side, pretending to be asleep. A moment later, she felt him sit next to her as she heard his footsteps on the mattress. She stirred lightly, opening her eyes as if waking up. "How you doing, babe?" she said, a tired smile on her face. "I was exhausted so I took half-day leave and came home. Where were you this morning?" "Nowhere, honey," he replied after a slight hesitation. "I had to rush to help people in the office.” She was watching his face closely. Despite his simple tone, she realized his face and his entire demeanor revealed the truth. He wasn't ready. He wouldn't open up easily. There must be some progress, which means she will have to take control, careful and gentle, finding a way of making him comfortable and happy until that moment arrives when he will be able to trust her with the truth.
The following day at the car showroom, Riya's mind kept drifting towards Sumit again and again while at work. She wondered what might solve the troubles he was having and what could take care of the hidden desires he had which were creeping into their intimacy. The whole day was all about meeting customers, taking them out for test drives, and going through financing and conversation. Still, her mind just didn't settle for any answer. By evening, she was still restless. When she reached her apartment building and walked into the lobby to get on the elevator, she slowed her steps at the sound of laughter. Two young fellows with a phone in hand were sitting on the sofa in the open lounge, showing each other pictures. One of them chuckled and said, “Waah kya maal hai BC. Ye pados wali flat ki hai kya? Ekdum kamaal bandi hai bey. Jab uska pati chhodta hoga, uski cheekhe sunayi deti hongi ya nahi?” One of them came closer and whispered, not softly enough for Riya's ears. “Bhai, 3BHK flat mein rehte hain aur wo bhi sirf pati-patni dono. Raat ke sannate mein cheekhe kya, saans tak sunayi deti hai. Echo hota hoga pura flat unka. Aur khaas baat ye hai ki unka kamra ke deewar ke us paar hamara flat hai. Lekin kuch mahino se toh ekdum thanda mahaul hai. Pata nahi pati chhod bhi raha hai ya nahi. Lekin ek baat pakki hai, 208 wali Riya bhabhi kisi chuddakad maal se kam bilkul bhi nahi hai.” They both laughed roughly and elbowed each other.
Just then, they noticed Riya walking towards the elevator. One person bent close and whispered to the other, “Abey, wahi toh hai... 208 wali Riya bhabhi. Dekh kaise chal rahi hai.” The two quickly rose from the couch and entered the lift with her, still whispering lowly to one another and glancing at her from the corner of their eyes. Riya could feel their stares crawling over her body. She could almost feel two stares wandering over her curvy body from just behind her. As the lift rose, she could feel the way their eyes shamelessly lingered on her toned back, the movement of her plump hips under her skirt, and her long bare legs in high heels. She quickly stepped out the moment the doors opened; her steps were composed, but her heart was not. As she made her way toward her flat, she sensed their eyes still on her. They watched her until she opened her door and entered the house. Inside, she leaned against the closed door for a moment, exhaling. Then, she walked towards the mirror in her bedroom. She stood there looking at herself. She looked at her own body. She stripped her outer clothes, slipping off layer after layer until she stood in nothing but her bra and panties. She ran her hand lightly down her waist and hips, tilting her head as though seeing herself anew. Looking into her own eyes in the mirror, she whispered while smiling softly, “I'm still desirable... it's just that Sumit thinks I'm desirable only when I'm with another guy.” She blushed at her own words as she said this. Her fingers brushed against her lips as she continued gazing at the reflection of her body, a shy and almost guilty smile coming across her face before turning away.
The weekend came after a few days, but Riya could not get rid of Sumit's hidden issue. After a lot of thinking, she came up with an idea that she thought could help him in a little way. She decided to plan a grand birthday party for Sumit that was two weeks away. She planned to call not just their close friends but also his work colleagues, her colleagues, and maybe some old batchmates. Riya thought that if it was a cheerful gathering, it would lighten his mood while she could renew relations with him slowly.
When she brought up the idea, Sumit made a face. “Why such a big party? We can just have something small. Why go through all this trouble?” he asked, sounding reluctant. Riya instantly shifted closer, making her wide eyes small with innocence. Pouting her lips and making a baby face, she tugged at his arm as if requesting, “Please, it's your birthday, why not make it special for once? It will be so much fun,” she insisted, intentionally softening her tone and almost teasing him with her face.
Sumit exhaled in defeat and chuckled lightly, "Okay, okay we can have a party." He shook his head and said, “Don't give me that face to emotionally blackmail me, huh...”
Riya's lips curved into a smile. “Very well then, I will get a pen and paper. Let's make a list of things we need," she said, getting excited. For the next fifteen minutes, she sat there with him and wrote one item after another. Cake, Decoration, Snacks, Food, Drinks, and most important of all, the guest list.
"We should invite all our friends—my batchmates, yours, and everyone from our workplaces," she said.
“Why everyone?” Sumit questioned. “It will cost us too much to host this party.”
Riya tilted her head and gave him a smile that was quite mischievous. “I'll handle the money part then. Don't worry," she said, reminding him she earns a good salary, too.
Sumit glanced at her and finally nodded. “Alright, alright.”
Riya checked the whole list one last time to ensure she missed no one. When she finished, she was acting annoyed but in reality, she threw the pen at Sumit. "You're an idiot, you didn't even mention Rahman for the guest list!"
“Do we really need to invite him?” Sumit asked.
Riya narrowed her eyes and stared at him. “Are you still upset with him because he got two consecutive promotions in a year?”
Sumit quickly defended himself. "I'm not jealous of him, no way.”
A sly smile spread across Riya's face as she leaned closer and said, "Funny, I never said anything about jealousy.”
She made her tone softer after that to tease him by pinching his cheeks. "It's okay to be jealous, my dear husband. But Rahman is your best friend since school. You both went to the same college and graduated together. Don't tell me you don't want to invite your best friend to such a special occasion as your birthday?”
Sumit paused for a few seconds, then smiled. "Of course I want to invite him, okay?" He picked up the pen and quickly wrote Rahman's name right at the top of the list. “See? He leaned in and sweetly caressed her cheek while saying, “he's my best friend after all...”
Riya responded with a sweet smile. “Good. So everything on the list is complete."
The whole party idea was Riya's master plan, something which Sumit did not really know fully. She desired the chance to interact openly with other men at a deeper level. Up to that time, she had been with two men in her life, her ex-boyfriend and her husband - Sumit. She felt the company of different men at this party could give her more chances, such as teasing someone, or mildly seducing someone for new openings. Though she's being a devoted wife, she is ready to take on the wild ride of being a hotwife for Sumit. With a smile on her face while looking at her husband, Riya gave a small smile which was filled with excitement. She understood exactly how wicked yet useful this plan could be for reshaping their relationship and testing the boundaries of what they could become.
The day of the party has finally arrived and their flat was beautifully decorated with lights and balloons. It was around 7:30 PM when the guests started to arrive. Within half an hour, however, the place was already filled with laughter, music, and chatter. Sumit and Riya welcomed their guests with open arms. Friends from each other's office, a few batch mates, and other close friends were present. Even though not everyone was here, a good crowd showed up.
A little while later, she noticed there were quite a few more men than women in the room. There were more male colleagues and batchmates than women, and that subtle inequality made her a little tense. She felt a flutter in her stomach because she had never gone through something like this in her life! Being close to other men while her husband was right there in the same room and that too on his birthday, her heart was racing with adrenaline. She was worried that something would go wrong, and for a moment, she was almost tempted to ditch her carefully planned schemes. She was growing more and more worried about how to begin the task she had set her mind to.
The party kept getting better and better. Drinks were flowing, laughter was ringing, and people were talking. In the midst of this, Riya caught sight of Rahman standing with Sumit near the balcony, lost in conversation. With a bold smile, she gathered the courage to walk up to them. She greeted Rahman happily, then suddenly she leaned in and gave him a huge hug so that Sumit could clearly see how cozy she was being with his best friend.
In a black saree and backless blouse, she looked stunning that evening. She even wore a delicate silver kamarband which enhanced her slim waist and highlighted her bare navel. When Rahman saw her, his eyes softened and he smiled, “You're looking absolutely gorgeous tonight, Riya. Black really does suit you.”
Riya blushed lightly and giggled, saying with ease, “Thanks, Rahman. It's been such a long time since you came over. Lately, it seems as though Sumit hardly gets to see you at all. All those big promotions must be keeping you busy,” she began and then paused intentionally as she continued, “But you should come and visit me when you get time.” Her heavy emphasis on "come visit me" made it clear she meant what she said.
Rahman laughed, as if oblivious to or pretending to be oblivious to her said words. Riya, feeling more confident, said, "So happy to hear about your two promotions, you really deserve them!” before reaching over and giving him a little side hug in front of Sumit. Her actions were subtle yet purposeful, as she tried to assess Sumit's reaction.
Riya began to feel strangely comfortable around Rahman. After all, he wasn't just any man; he was her husband's best friend who had been around for years. As the night went on, a thought solidified in her mind. Why not just focus on Rahman instead of getting up close with unknown men at the party? It'd be way easier! He had already carved a space in their lives, and her inexperience with men could find its first opportunity with him. Riya's first target in her new journey was with her husband's best friend, Rahman, which was a perfect choice.
After chatting with Rahman and Sumit for a few minutes, Riya remembered something suddenly. She looked at Rahman and said sweetly, “Oh, I forgot to tell you, we need more cutlery and wine glasses for the party. They're in our room on the top shelf. Please, can you help me get them?”
Before Rahman could answer, Sumit immediately jumped in. “I'll get them."
Riya quickly shook her head, stepping closer to him. “Sumit, it's your birthday. I can't allow you to work on your special day.” She made a cute baby face, moving from her husband to Rahman. Next, she took Rahman's hand in hers and in a much softer and greedier tone she said, “Please, Rahman. Come with me, na...?”
Rahman gave a small smile. “Of course, Riya. No problem. Happy to help.”
"Come along with me," Riya said with a mischievous smile. She initiated the way to the bedroom, moving her hips more openly than she normally would. Her kamarband shone in the light as her saree clung to her curves. She was sure Rahman was watching her back. When they reached the door, she turned her head enough to flash him a naughty smile and whisper, “Please, come in.”
In the bedroom, only the zero bulbs gave a very faint glow. The tubelight did not come ON despite flicking the switch several times. “Looks like there's an issue with the light. No problem, the zero bulbs light is enough. I think it will be manageable,” she said with a smile.
As she walked over to get the stool, she bent down, giving Rahman a perfect view of her broad ass in the saree. Lifting the stool, she placed it near the shelf. As Rahman took a step up, she quickly stopped him with her palm pressed onto his chest. “Hey, what are you doing? You're my guest. I can't let you work. It's my responsibility, okay?”
Rahman said with a laugh, “Don't worry Riya, I will get them.”
She kept her hand resting on his chest for a few seconds, feeling the warmth, before replying, “Na na... I'll do it. Just stand out of the way and give me your hand for me to climb.”
Holding her steady, she climbed onto the stool to look at the top shelf. She slowly stretched her body on purpose, going up on her toes so that the saree shifted, and the blouse raised a bit, exposing more of her smooth waist and back. She pretended to shuffle things around, wasting more time as though she couldn't find the glasses immediately, when in reality, she had spotted them already.
The sway of her bare waist looked even better with the jingling of her kamarband. When she stood on her toes to stretch her back, her curves became more enhanced due to the saree that fit tightly against her ass. Rahman's fixated stare at her movements showed he was completely captivated with her intentional show. Then, with one intentional sway, the kamarband slipped and fell. At that moment, she finally raised the cutlery and glasses. “Found them!”
As she glanced downward, Rahman was already holding the kamarband.
“Ooops... sorry,” she said with a shy smile, bending slightly to hand him the glassware. Rahman could see the outline of her breast contours almost entirely exposed at the edge of her blouse, due to the dim light. She caught his gaze and teased, “Thanks for looking... I mean, for looking to help me.”
Rahman took the glassware and put them on the bed and helped her down from the stool. The kamarband, which was held dangling from his hand, caught her attention. “Will you put it back on my waist?” she asked softly, tilting her head. “Although the light is not ideal, we will manage faster with your assistance.” She took him to the mirror and stood close enough for him to smell her perfume.
Sumit thought, “Why is it taking so long for them to come outside?”
Inside the bedroom, Riya held the pallu of her saree in her hand, revealing a lot of her blouse and skin too. Rahman took out his mobile phone and turned on the torch as he could not resist. Her naked reflection glowed like anything in the mirror, displaying her breasts, her navel, the curve of her waist, and more. For a moment, Rahman lost himself looking at her body.
Riya snapped her fingers and brought Rahman to reality.
Rahman blinked, embarrassed. “Sorry, was locking my phone. Can you hold it in front, slightly down? The light will help.”
She did as he asked, the torch light now illuminating her cleavage and her body more prominently. At that point, Sumit had already reached the door and saw a flash from the phone. Quietly, he peeked inside the bedroom.
What he saw made his heart pound. Rahman was tying the kamarband of Riya while standing behind her. His fingers brushed against her soft skin. “Sorry,” he whispered.
“No worries,” Riya replied. "You are helping me a lot. It's okay."
Rahman slowly adjusted the band, touching her waist over and over again. “It's taking a little time as light is not enough,” he said, making the excuse to keep feeling her waist and bare skin. Finally, after a minute, he stepped back. “Ho gaya. All good?”
Riya checked herself in the mirror, smiled, and said, “Yes, things are looking good.” She gave him a teasing wink. With the flashlight highlighting her assets, it turned out to be the hottest view of her for Rahman that night.
"I have one more request," she said with a smile, opening a drawer and bending down. As she reached in, her ass brushed against Rahman's front. “I got this necklace set for tonight and forgot to put it on. Can you put it on me?” She gathered her hair in front, exposing her smooth, bare back entirely to Rahman's eyes.
Rahman's hands shook slightly as he clasped the necklace on her neck. Excited fingers brushed the edge of her collarbone, her nape, and her backless blouse. He whispered, looking at her reflection in the mirror, “That looks very good. Today is your husband's birthday yet you look much more beautiful than him...”
Riya blushed, her eyes shining in the dim light. “Thanks, Rahman, you really have a talent for making a woman feel special,” she said, implying something more.
When he lowered his hands off her body, she turned to him. As she turned with her pallu still in her hand, her breasts moved so close to his face that it felt like Rahman was seeing them in an almost zoomed-in, intimate frame. “Oh no, sorry!” she innocently said as she put it back.
She caught his hand before he could move. "Wait, I don't have a selfie with you. I've got so many with Sumit's friends, but none with you. Come on, let's take one.”
Rahman hesitated, standing slightly apart. Riya stood him near, throwing an arm over his waist. “Why standing so far? Come closer na... We are good friends, so it's common to put an arm around friends' waists. So please don't feel shy. I trust you.”
Rahman finally wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her tightly as they clicked selfies together. She leaned into him with a playful smile on her face.
At the door, Sumit stood frozen. His eyes were filled with jealousy, but his body gave him away; his cock was hard as a rock in his pants. Watching Rahman touch, hold, and claim Riya was the most thrilling combination of hurt and pleasure he had ever experienced. All of a sudden, he realized that the show his wife had unknowingly put on tonight was the best gift ever...
Thanks for reading! Looking for a dynamic male partner who can play scenes that are engaging and imaginative, yet still grounded in realism. The writing should feel natural, with those little details that make everything believable.
Before messaging me, please read these points carefully:
- For this plot, cucks will be preferred over bulls. Anyone contacting me should be able to play both cuck and bull properly. If you read the plot carefully, you'll notice Sumit is a cuck, but he's still a dormant cuck. He hasn't revealed his true self yet. My character is just a wife at this stage. So, in the beginning, I will need a cuck more than a bull to make the transition into hotwife.
- I'm not saying I'll ignore bulls, but I want the bull to also be able to play the cuck side. If someone plays only bull and ignores the cuck angle, it won't fit this story well. Hope you understand this!
- As you read in the plot, Riya is teasing Rahman, but it's not fixed that he has to be the bull. We can decide together whether Rahman is the bull or someone else takes that role. This story doesn't have to be interfaith either; Rahman's name can be changed. If you want to play a Muslim character, I don't mind. We can discuss and adjust it too.
- I'm a paragraph player. Please DM only if you can write well in proper English or Hindi. We can play in English + Hindi mix, or in just one language, so that's up for discussion as well.