Pleasure Through Cuckolding - Part 5 (My Wife Meets The Bull)
Dear guys and ladies, first of all, I would like to thank you all for the overwhelming response you have given via your appreciation emails. Secondly, I would like to apologize to you all for the delay. Life keeps us very busy sometimes, and I am no exception. Anyway, the 5th part of the story is here, and more parts will follow soon, hopefully without any delay. Those who haven’t read the earlier parts yet, please do read those before reading this one. With that being said, let’s begin this part. The next morning I reached my office, and the first thing I did was to check my email. As expected, there was an email from the bull, Mr. ‘passionate lover’. The mail said, ‘Hi Prashant. Thanks for coming to the cafe yesterday to show your wife to me. I must say you are a damn lucky man. Your wife is a rare beauty – a perfect combination of looks and curves.’ ‘I would be more than happy to bang her. In fact, I am quite eager to. Let’s plan how do you want to go about it. Looking forward to your reply.’ As I had expected, Mr. bull could not say ‘No’ after seeing Nisha. He was looking desperate, indeed, for passionate sex with my wife. I replied to him, ‘Thanks for your email and approval. Before we get to that, I would like to show you to Nisha and see what she thinks about you. I would invite you to my home and introduce you to her as an old college friend who was not in touch for a long time and met me recently by chance. Hope that is ok with you?’ The guy replied instantly – ‘That’s perfect. Just plan the date and time and let me know.’ That evening when we were having dinner, I said to Nisha. Me – Jaan, you know what happened today? Nisha What, Jaanu? Me – Today I went out for lunch to a nearby restaurant with 2 colleagues of mine. Nisha – Ok, and? Me -There I met an old friend of mine, a college friend. Nisha – Really? What a coincidence, jaanu. Me – Yes. We met…maybe after 10 years. Nisha – Wow, were you able to recognize each other? Me – Of course, jaan. We used to be very close friends in college. Nisha – Really? You never told me about him. Me – That is because all these years we were not in touch at all. When we finished college, he kind of disappeared. He was depressed in the last days of college because he didn’t get a job during campus selection. Nisha – So he is living in Dubai now? Me – Yes. For the last 7 -8 years. Strange that we never came across before. He does not even have a Facebook profile. Nisha – I see. Me – You know, he belonged to a lower-middle-class family, and his parents could hardly afford his education. Nisha – And what does he do here in Dubai? Me – well, now he is a businessman, and a rich one, I think. He was driving a BMW X6. Nisha – That’s like a ‘rags to riches’ success story. What about his family? Me – Well, we did not get enough time to talk as we both were getting late. We shared numbers, though. Nisha – Ok. Me – Do you mind if I invite him for dinner this Friday? Nisha – Come on, jaanu. Why would I mind that? Of course, you should invite him. I will cook nice food. Me – Thanks, jaan. I love you. Nisha – Love you too, jaanu. Anything for you. The next morning I emailed Mr. Bull and invited him for dinner this coming Friday. I gave him the address and asked him to come around 7 PM. He replied that I should introduce him to Nisha by his real name, which was Sameer. We discussed a few more details through emails to be on the same page while building this fake college ‘friends’ story. It was Wednesday, and there were still 2 days to go. But I was getting a bit nervous because so far. It was a fantasy, but things were about to go real now. Anyhow 2 days passed, and finally, it was Friday evening. I was nervously waiting for the guy. It was around 7:10 in the evening when my phone rang. It was Sameer. I answered the call, and he said he was outside our building. I asked him to come to my flat using the elevator. I told Nisha that Sameer was coming in a few minutes. She asked me to sit with him until she prepares tea and some light snacks. After a few minutes, the doorbell rang, and I opened the door. I welcomed him inside, and we sat in the living room. That day in the cafe, I did not get a proper chance to see the guy. Today, when he was sitting in front of me, I realized why so many ladies are a fan of this man. He was at least 6 feet tall, had some facial hair, which was trimmed well – a wheatish complexion with a bright face and excellent physique. He was wearing jeans and a blazer and was looking like a movie hero. I said to him – My God. You are looking like Hrithik Roshan. I am afraid she may fall in love with you. He smiled – Don’t worry. I won’t let that happen. I am a true professional, so you have nothing to worry about, my friend. I winked at him – College friend, my dear. We laughed and then chatted for a while. Then I excused myself and checked on Nisha. She said the tea is almost ready and she would be there in a couple of minutes. Nisha was wearing a tight-fitting salwar suit today though I didn’t ask her to. It was revealing her figure to a good extent. I came back and sat with Sameer. After a couple of minutes, Nisha came into the room holding the tray of tea and snacks. I quickly stood up, took the tray from her hands, and put it on the table. Sameer also stood up to show respect. Nisha politely asked him to sit, and she sat beside me. I introduced them. Nisha told us how surprised she was to know how we met suddenly after so many years and that too in Dubai. Sameer and I looked at each other and smiled. We had tea and gossiped for some time. Sameer was indeed a cool guy. Nisha and I were finding it fun to gossip with him. Nisha then asked – Why didn’t you bring your wife? You should have brought her along. Sameer said – Yeah, sure. I would have if I could have.