Cuckold Story Reader's Wife
Hello once again to all the lusty and horny readers of this wonderful platform. Hope you all are safe in these hard times. The incident that I am going to share this time is the one that happened a few months back. A cuckold reader requested me to spark their sex life. Let me introduce myself. I work in an MNC in Kolkata aged 28 with a height of around 6 ft tall and of normal shape and size. My dick size is around 5 inches. I am a temporary companion to the lonely bhabhies around Kolkata. I hang out with them on a temporary date or hookup. The story is regarding a reader of mine in Kolkata who has a cuckold fantasy. His name was Rahul, and his wife was Shobha (both names changed). I still remember the day Rahul approached me with his request. He wanted me to ignite the spark in his marriage to Shobha, and I couldn’t resist the temptation. Rahul was captivated by my erotic stories at ISS. He sought solace in my words, igniting his deepest desires. His marriage to Shobha had lost its spark, leaving him unable to fulfil her needs. I agreed to meet Shobha, intrigued by Rahul’s confession. At the restaurant, Shobha wore a simple yet elegant suit, her beauty shining through. Over coffee, Shobha shared her frustrations about their stagnant sex life. “I feel like a flower wilting away, unwatered and untouched,” Shobha confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. “Rahul used to make me feel desired, but now…now I’m just a mere afterthought.” I listened intently, my eyes locked onto hers. “You deserve to be cherished, Shobha. Your body is a masterpiece, begging to be admired,” I whispered, holding her hand. Our date began with me arriving at their home with roses. Shobha answered the door, resplendent in a red saree tied elegantly below her navel, showcasing her curves. Her hair flowed, and jasmine fragrance wafted around her. “Stunning,” I whispered, my eyes locked on hers. “You shine brighter than the stars, Shobha.” As I entered, Shobha’s beauty took my breath away. Her 36D-34-36 figure was accentuated by the saree, leaving me speechless. “Your beauty is a work of art,” I whispered in a husky voice. “I’m honoured to witness it up close.” Shobha’s pulse quickened as my hand brushed against hers. The air thickened with tension. The bedroom was set – dim lights, soft music, and rose petals on the bed. Rahul sat in the corner, watching. Shobha and I danced. Our bodies were swaying together. Hands touched, sparks flew, and we kissed. Rahul’s fantasy unfolded before him. My lips trailed down Shobha’s neck, leaving feather-like kisses. “Your skin tastes like honey,” I whispered. My lips caressed her chest, lingering on the curves of her breasts. Shobha’s sighs filled the air. My hands roamed her back, tracing the contours of her spine. My lips followed, leaving a trail of gentle kisses. “Your back is a canvas of beauty,” I murmured. I gently bit her ear, and Shobha’s eyes sparkled with delight. A soft moan escaped her lips, enticing me further. “Your touch ignites me,” Shobha whispered. My lips danced across her skin, worshipping her body. I suckled her armpits. “Oh, yes! Love me everywhere,” Shobha moaned. My fingers danced across her navel, sending shivers. My lips kissed the sensitive skin, igniting a fire within. “I want you,” I whispered in a barely audible tone. Shobha’s response was a soft moan, her lips inviting another kiss. Our bodies entwined, lost in the haze of passion. My lips returned to Shobha’s, our kiss growing hungrier. Hands roamed, exploring every curve. Shobha’s saree slipped off her shoulder, revealing smooth skin. My fingers traced the contour of her neck, sending shivers. Their tongues danced a sensual waltz. Time stood still. The world narrowed to the space between us. Shobha’s eyes fluttered open, meeting my gaze. Desire sparkled in their depths. Rahul watched, mesmerized, as my lips ravished his wife. Shobha’s sighs and moans fueled his arousal. He felt a mix of emotions: excitement, guilt, and lust. Shobha’s eyes met mine, a fleeting moment of connection. She smiled, her eyes sparkling with desire. Rahul’s heart swelled, knowing his wife was finally satisfied. But this was just the beginning. I was holding Shobha from the back, rolling my fingers over her navel and biting her earlobes. I undressed myself and was just in my trousers. Shobha removed her saree, and she was also just in her blouse and petticoat. Both of us weren’t wearing any undergarments. My dick was erect and was rubbing against her ass cracks. I pushed her into the bed, and she tied her hair in a bun. I removed my trousers, showing the couple my manhood. Shobha’s passion overflowed. With a tantalizing smile, she shed her blouse, unveiling the perfection of her bare breasts. The delicate fabric slipped away, revealing the enticing contours of her chest. Her erect nipples beckoned me to surrender to their allure. I also dived into the bed, crawling towards the sex goddess and started sucking her boobies and pressing her ass. Shobha was laughing and moaning at the same time. For years, that intimate sanctuary had remained untouched, its depths uncharted, its pleasures unclaimed, until now. Shobha’s urgent breaths begged me to unravel the tension, her eyes locking onto mine with a silent supplication: ‘Take me now, end this exquisite agony.” But I savoured the suspense, delighting in the gradual unravelling of her desire. With deliberate slowness, I explored the sensual contours of her body, savouring the tender hollow of her navel. Then, indulging in the intimate warmth of her armpits. Their sweet essence unfolded on my tongue, golden nectar rivalling the finest honey, leaving me drunk with desire. With a tender touch, I removed the last barrier, unveiling the soft, golden curves of her hips. The intimate, shimmering haven that had been hidden from view.