The day my wife Roshni turned me into a cuckold

Hey guys! Long time no see. Sorry, we couldn’t write in a while as I was really busy. But we are back and this time, with a really steamy experience. In fact, this one happened way back. I hope you guys like it. But thank you all for reading our previous stories and for writing to us.

Fair warning: This will be long. So, those who enjoy detailed narration, read on.

So, as you guys know, we are a married cuckold couple. We both work. I work at an office. She works in my office too, but her job is different. Her job is to win over clients (if you guys understand what that means). Anyway, for the ones who do not know, Roshni is a busty wife with figure 36-32-40 and a bomb in bed.

But this story is from a time when she wasn’t a bomb. Rather when she was docile and loved getting dominated. So, here it goes.

We were just married back then and would often escape for weekend getaways. To some resorts, some places around the city, maybe for a day or two. It was one of those trips where we decided to drive down to this really swanky resort near Kolkata.

The place was a tad costly but affordable in a way. It had all kinds of amenities and since we had booked a suite, it came with one of those transparent bathrooms, the ones with those glass doors.

The morning just went by and we didn’t do much since the travel had taken a toll on us. We decided to cuddle up and sleep in the afternoon. We had plans for the evening, and kind of wanted to get dead drunk.

Some resorts around Kolkata allow drinks in the pool. This was one of them and in the evening, we woke up and got dressed for the pool. I was in shorts and a vest and my wife Roshni was in a two-piece. The bottom was a G-string, so it barely blocked one’s sight.

We got to the pool and I could see many turning their heads to see my wife’s swinging ass. They kept looking at her till she dipped herself into the water and took a short swim around.

I ordered drinks for us and found ourselves in a corner where we just sat, hugged and drank. The waiter would come intermittently, fill our glasses and leave.

It would have been a while when suddenly Roshni said she felt that a guy on the other side of the pool was eying her. I was about to turn around but she asked me not to. She then leaned over to my ears and asked, “I have a plan, do you mind?”

I could sense she was getting turned on. The alcohol, the exhibitionism, and the mildly cold water touching her on her intimate places were driving her crazy. Without batting an eyelid, I approved of her plan. Moreover, the guy seemed to be decently hunky.

She then asked me to stay in the pool for a while and said she would walk past the guy up to the bar counter and get our next drink herself. I agreed. So, she swam to the stairs and slowly climbed out of the pool, water dripping from all the right places and her long hair slightly wet towards the end.

She then walked right up the side of the pool in a confident stride, swinging her ass while moving, not even looking at the guy but walking towards him. I could see him staring at her straight. There was lust in his eyes, one could tell, but he didn’t move. In a moment, she walked past the guy and up to the bar counter. She bent over the counter a bit so that her ass would stick out. She then ordered the drinks. She wanted the guy to get a good view of her ass and I could see her constantly moving her legs to make that butt swing lightly.

After some time, our drinks were ready and my wife walked past the guy and came up to me. I helped her with the drinks and she was once again beside me. By this time, my cock was twitching inside my shorts and she knew it. She put her hand inside the water, gave me a touch, and smirked.

I so wanted to fuck my wife right there. But better sense prevailed and I somehow controlled. In a while, we finished our drinks and Roshni wanted to hit the bar. So we climbed out of the pool and were walking towards the elevator for our room and Roshni suddenly whispered, “Just do as I say. When we walk past that guy, just grab my ass and squeeze it.”

I was taken aback. Roshni was an otherwise homely woman. But I didn’t wish to question her either. So, I grabbed her ass and squeezed it hard while passing by the guy. This was when Roshni looked over her shoulder and let her eyes meet the guy she was teasing and gave him a smirk, a kinky one. I was shocked but didn’t say anything.

We were soon near the elevator and once inside, I got close to Roshni and tried to hug her. But to my surprise, she pushed me and said, “Let’s change and hit the bar soon. I may make your dream come true tonight. But only on one condition. Don’t touch me until I am done.”

We had talked about cuckolding at length in the past and she had never shown much interest. So, I was a bit taken aback. Was she planning to give it to that guy? Would she actually sleep with him? Would I be able to see her doing the man?

My mind was in a tizzy and all I could do was keep obeying every command of hers.

I followed her to our room, her ass still swinging, probably all the more due to the excitement in her. We reached our room and I tried to get close to her again. But yet again, she pushed me and smirked a definite ‘no’. This time, I was pretty sure what she was up to.

We quickly changed. Me into jeans and a casual t-shirt and she into a dress with pantyhose. Needless to say, she was looking stunning. The dress was black, plunging the neckline and the pantyhose were screaming, “Come, do me!”

We soon walked out of our room and headed towards the bar which was near the pool. To enter the bar, we would have to cross the pool. I now could anticipate her plan and before she opened her mouth, I said, “I’ll grab your ass while passing by the man. Don’t worry.”

She just smiled cockishly and kept walking. The man was still in the pool and I obeyed her command. This time, she did not look at the man, and instead, she dropped her purse a little ahead of the man and bent to pick it up. She was wearing a G-string, a red one, and the high heels helped her lift the short dress above her waist and reveal her panty. I quickly glanced at the man and saw him touching himself. The plan was working!

We headed to the bar and Roshni straight up hit the bar. She told the guy at the counter, “Get up shots. Get us sloshed.”

“But Roshni, take it slowly,” I said.

She smirked and leaned forward and said, “Let me have it my way.”

I felt powerless in front of this new avatar of my wife. So I gave it to that and winked an approval at the bartender.

He brought us some vodka shots to begin with and Roshni kept taking them one after the other. It must have been around 20-25 minutes and by then, she was already five to six shots down along with a bottle of beer. Her expressions were changing, and so were mine. While she was looking sultrier with every shot, I was constantly looking towards the door. Would the man come to the bar? My mind was filled with just this question.

Roshni understood and said, “Don’t worry. He will come soon and your wife will get laid tonight.”

I just smiled and continued drinking and probably in another five minutes, a knot formed in my throat. The man actually walked in!

I eyed my wife who was sitting with her back towards the door and she understood. She had a big smile on her face. The man walked in and sat on a chair on the counter, but at a distance. He ordered something and pretended that he didn’t see us. But we both knew he was there for Roshni.

We asked our bartender to hit us up with more shots and more beer. Roshni wanted to be completely out of her senses before doing it. So, she kept drinking. I didn’t stop her. In any way, Roshni had a high limit for alcohol and I somehow trusted her with that.

It must have been around an hour and Roshni was finally looking in the zone. The clock was past 11 by then and she was ready. By then, the guy had glanced at her a couple of times and she had turned towards her a few times only to tease him with her deep cleavage. Even while drinking we could see him touching himself intermittently. We knew he was barely being able to manage.

Suddenly, Roshni said she would like to move to the room now. So, we asked the bartender to stop the drinks and I was about to get up too. But Roshni stopped me. Instead, she asked for the keys and asked me to follow her only if the man followed her. That meant it would be Roshni, the man, and then me. I nodded and gave her the keys.

She climbed down the chair and her feet somehow couldn’t find her proper balance. She didn’t fall but her steps faltered for sure. I was about to hold her when she raised her palm to tell me she was okay and I was not to touch her.

My wife adjusted her dress, cupped her boobs, and adjusted them inside the dress – all the while turning towards the man. I could see him eyeing her but Roshni avoided eye contact.

Once done, she started walking towards the door and once near the man, she suddenly stopped, looked at him, slid the keys onto the counter table, and simply walked away. I could see the man literally gulping down his drink, paying the cheque, and quickly grabbing the keys and out of the door.

That was my cue. I got up and started following the man but from a distance. Far away, I could see my wife walking with a different confidence. Her ass swinging on the sides. The pool area was empty by then. And the walk from there to the room was long. I knew that all the way to our room, it would be a lot of teasing. So, I geared up for a good show.

A light breeze was blowing, making her hair open. She was walking slowly too, as if making the man behind her crave for her body. Once away from the poolside and inside the building, she kept walking towards the stairs.

I was a bit confused. Our room was on the second floor. But I quickly understood. She wanted the teasing to go on for a while.

Once on the stairs, she stopped. She didn’t look back but then did the most unexpected. I guess she was carefree, unhinged, and totally unclasped. She was probably feeling safe and knew that come what may, I had her back. So, she slowly lifted her dress from her back, revealing her big round dusky ass. She waited some more time and then finally started walking upstairs. The man followed and so did I.

She walked up to the first floor like that and once again stopped at the landing. This time, my heart skipped a beat. She pulled her dress up and totally got rid of it and dropped it on the stairs before resuming her walk.

She climbed up a couple of stairs again and this time, I could see her hands reaching behind her. She was about to unclasp her bra. My heart was pacing. I had never seen this side of my wife. I was also a little worried that someone might see her walking around the hotel naked. But she seemed to not care, or maybe it was the vodka.

In no time, she shed her bra and dropped that too. And now, my wife was only in a G-string, a pair of pantyhose, and a lot of confidence. She continued to walk upstairs and the man kept following her. I was following the man and picking up every piece of cloth my wife had shed.

After some time, we 3 reached our floor and before reaching the room, she stopped. The man stopped a little ahead and so did I, further behind. I could see Roshni’s hands feeling herself up her thighs and up to her hair which she tied into a knot. She then turned around to face the man. And there she was, wearing a slutty smile on her face, her big 36 DD hanging loose, uninhibited, standing tall on her pencil heels.

Over the man’s shoulder, she glanced at me, as if to tell me, “This is it… this is the moment you have been waiting for.”

And then she looked at the man, piercingly into his eyes, her lips slowly widening in lust. I could see her tongue slowly sticking out and licking her lips while her hips moved sluttily to the sides. That was a cue for the man.

He quickly approached our door and opened it while my wife stood there, slanted on the wall, naked, ready to be mauled. The two entered the room and the man lit the lights. He quickly pulled Roshni and embraced her in a hug and went straight for her lips. They locked lips for a while as I stood there and watched.

It was probably five minutes, could be ten, I had lost count of the ticking. When they finally stopped kissing, the man reached out for the door and was about to shut it when Roshni whispered something into his ears. I could see the man smiling and leaving the door ajar.

The two then moved a little further inside the room and I moved up to the door from where I could comfortably see my wife turning my dream into a reality!

I could see her moving to the bed, climbing it, and then turning around only to spread her legs. Her glistening pussy was visible to the man and she gestured to him to get down and start licking. The man obeyed and opened his shirt before kneeling down in front of the bed.

From behind, I could see the man used to hit the gym. He had a toned body. Once on his knees, the man kissed my wife’s thighs softly, leading her to let out a small whimper. He took his time, kissed all around but skipped her pussy. It was making Roshni go mad. I could see that in her eyes.

After a while, she could not take it anymore. So, she grabbed him by his hair and stuffed his face in her pussy and let out a hiss. He moved his head in a way to show him how she wished to be licked and the man obeyed. I could tell even from a distance that he knew how to lick. He knew his way around a pussy and was giving her clitoris quite the kick with his tongue.

Roshni was slowly lifting her legs, which meant she wanted the man to have a full entry with his tongue, and surprisingly, the man understood and dug deep into her pussy with his tongue. He might have hit a nerve when he did it because Roshni once again grabbed the man by his hair, locked his face to her pussy, and rolled up her eyes while letting out one of her quintessential moans.

The man was in no hurry. He kept doing what he was made to do. He knew he had won the first battle with this unknown woman and had made her cum on his face, he knew he would take charge now.

After licking my wife good for nearly 15 minutes, Roshni was tired. She pushed the man’s face away and just lay there on the bed. She was avoiding eye contact with me, probably pushing away the tiny bits of inhibition still left in her.

Then the man got up, unbuckled his belt, and slipped out of his jeans. He was not only in a pair of boxers in front of my wife and Roshni couldn’t resist. She got up and moved a little towards the man and ran her hands on his thighs. I could see hunger in her eyes and in no time, she was pulling his underwear down till his cock sprang out and hit her on her chin. It was big, not a monster but bigger than mine. It was thicker too and Roshni took a while to admire the meat.

She grabbed the cock and started stroking it. Her vision was blurry with all the drinking, but her senses cocked up, and she went for it. At first, she took the tip of his cock in her mouth and then slowly started licking his length. She was making eye contact with the man and I could see that turning him on. Roshni kept sucking his cock, her head bobbing back and forth and her hand stroking to and fro in perfect sync.

What a sight it was for me!

My homely wife was hungrily devouring a stranger’s cock and I was there standing at the door and watching. She was at it for minutes together. Must be at least 10, before pulling it out of her mouth and literally dictating to the man to get between her legs.

And then, the man took charge. He pushed Roshni on the bed, bent down, grabbed her by her thighs, and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Then he positioned his cock in front of my wife’s wet pussy and started stroking the entrance. He was about to enter when I suddenly remembered, shit!

We had a no-condom pact for this outing and there wasn’t a way that I could now run and get one. But Roshni seemed not bothered about it. I panicked and was about to speak up. But then something told me that when my wife was in control, she knew what she was doing, even if she was dead drunk and high on her hormones.

The man rubbed her clitoris with his cock for a while and now Roshni was moaning madly, pressing her boobs and screaming out whimpers.

Soon, he pushed his cock head inside and Roshni let out a moan of ecstasy. He kept sliding it in. Although Roshni’s pussy had not felt that girth before, the man had no problem stretching her open as it was already slippery with her juices and his spit. I could see the man slowly pushing his cock all the way inside and once it was balls deep in her pussy, he pulled it out halfway and pushed it back inside, making Roshni’s boobs jiggle.

He slowly started fucking her, not making her nervous, giving her enough time to adjust, and gradually started increasing the pace. Roshni’s hip started moving too. She adjusted to the pace and swung her waist to meet his cock in her womb. It was actually my first time watching Roshni from that angle and I can bet there isn’t a better view.

Soon, the man was almost pounding my wife before my eyes and my wife was enjoying every bit of it. They fucked for at least 10 minutes in that position before the man pulled out and asked her to get on her fours. This time, she obeyed.

Then the man positioned his cock and without giving her any time, rammed it into her pussy. He grabbed her hair too and pulled her back while fucking her leaking pussy like there was no tomorrow.

Roshni was in heaven by now. She was screaming what I had never thought she would. “Fuck me, fuck me like a bitch”, she said, encouraging the man to notch up his pace.

The two were now in a different trance. They were fucking just perfectly. Every stroke, every hit made Roshni’s tits swing, making her ass jiggle.

The man had stamina. He was at it for a while but then I heard his grunts growing. He was now ramming his cock deep into her, making his balls hit her pussy every time. The sound of their meat slapping against each other, coupled with their moans was filling the room and making me go mad.

After some time, the man pulled out and ordered Roshni to get on her knees. She quickly got off the bed and sat in front of the cock. The man was stroking his tool hard and Roshni was doing unbelievable. Whenever we would talk, she would say that she won’t take cum on her but what I was seeing was different.

Roshni was kneeling, her body arched in a way that protruded her face while she held her boobs up. The man stroked for a while and suddenly grunted out like a boar and started spurting out thick strands of cum. There were spurts after spurts. He was probably unable to control. But all the while he came, Roshni was sitting patiently with her boobs held up, her tongue sticking out and her sluttiness hanging out.

Finally, after what felt like 10-12 spurts, the man stopped cumming and squeezed out his drops on her face. I could see a thick strand of cum hanging from Roshni’s chin, while another sitting on her face. Her boobs had got most of the shots and some of it was flowing down her erect nipples.

She smacked her lips, probably to taste the drops that fell on them. She sat there for a while before reaching out for the man’s cock and giving it a final suck to clean it. Then she got up, took the man’s clothes, handed it to him, and gestured him to leave.

He obeyed, slipped into his jeans, and left without making any eye contact with me at the door. My wife now stood there in front of me, drenched in another man’s cum, her hair messy, her eyeliner smudged, but her face bearing the proud smile of a hot wife.

I knew something had changed in my wife that day, I knew she would now be different, I knew I had to brace for an exciting life ahead, and I knew I was now officially a cuckold.

So, this was it. I hope you guys enjoyed it. Do let me know what you think about it and don’t forget to write to us at [email protected]

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