Husband’s Cuckold Desire
During my initial days in Canada, in order to survive, I found a crew member job in McDonalds. It was an embarrassing feeling that a lady with management background and 8 years of experience in a renowned bank back-home in India is doing a basic job to run her family. Somehow, I persuade my mind and continue with the same job until I get enrolled in university studies to pursue my post-graduation.
I’m 34 years old – 5.10-standing, 36-C, 26, 36 - Hindu girl married in a Brahmin family. Three years back, I with my husband and son immigrated to Canada on skilled visa bases. Back home, I was working in a well-known bank on a very high rank management position. I got married with a man to whom I loved so much, and our love story ended up with marriage; with one son, our family was completed, and we were leveraged all the happiness in our life.
Later, we decided to immigrate to better country for more opportunities. Long story short, we came to Canada where my cuckold story begins. I took a crew member job in McDonalds as we need to incurred the house hold expenses. Because of the good command on English language, and MBA the restaurant promoted me to the position of Manager very after the 5th month of joining; however, restaurant’s manager job was not my goal, I want to accelerate my career in banking. But the life was going great.
Next to our Mc-D there was another Indian restaurant whose owner was a 60 years old divorced gentleman. He was good looking, six feet tall, dark complexion guy; very gentle with ladies - especially with me. He had a 26 years old son – Rahul - with same height and muscular, good-looking body. They both were keen to visit our restaurant to order fast-food and hang out with friends and family. They became a good friend of mine. It was common between us to share our experiences, jokes, and formal discussions etc. Rahul became more casual with me, and I was also observing him that he was showing interest in me.
My marriage life was also going well. Husband was working hard, and because of split shifts of day and night timing our sex life was suffering. We hardly do sex once or a twice in a month; additionally, there was another reason that my husband was reluctant because he wants me to get agree for cuckold. He had a cuckold fantasy for long, but I never gave my consent to him. But now when we were in Canada where everyone minded their own businesses, my husband desire to see me got fucked by a stranger or another man was developing on peak. He gave me the permission and all the rights to choose the partner of my choice for this cuckold engagement.
One night, I was on my night shift; it was around 01:00 AM morning when Rahul came to my restaurant to asked me to accompany him outside as he wanted to talk to me regarding an important parking matter. I went out with him to talk. He was looking tired; his face was red, and when I came closer to him for talk, I smelled alcohol aroma. He was badly drunk. “I don’t think it is the right time to talk,” I said, “you are badly drunk, I think you should go home at the first place and we will talk about this issue tomorrow.” Before I finished my sentence, to my surprise, he tried to kiss me on my lips. “Stop it! kya kar rahe ho, hosh main to ho (what are you doing, are you out of your mind).” I pushed him apart angrily. “Shall I call your father now and tell him that you are trying to m***** me. “Oh! I’m sorry,” he pleaded, “I thought you also like me. “How dare you even think about this,” with anger in my eyes,” I’m a married woman with a c***d, and you are of the age of my youngest brother. Do you have any idea how old I’m – I’m 31 years old.” Rahul was standing stun and request me to not to tell his father. I thought, he was out of his mind because of liquor, so I decided to let it go and forgive him. Later whole time, I was just thinking of Rahul and about his mischief act. Thinking about him – on and off – left my body with sensation. In morning, I also found wetness in my lower secret part. “OMG! Why is my body betraying my stimulus?” It was a spontaneous behavior of my body which really upsets me.
Next night, Rahul again came to me, this time with flowers and chocolate, to apologies. I forgave him and we were back to our normal friendship. A couple of days later - during my afternoon shift - when my shift went to over, Rahul came to me with the proposal of dinner at their home. His father had also called me earlier and invited me on his 60th birthday party. Rahul came in-person to make sure and take my words that I’m coming. At night, I and my husband went to the party; however, not so many people were invited – just couple of good friends and family. I was in green, sprinkling saree outlook with backless blouse and deep neck. My husband is also fond of alcohol, so he rushed towards the alcohol group. He was completely occupied with Rahul’s father and friends. I was all alone sitting at the corner with couple of k**s. Aunties were more aunties type that’s why I ignored them. Later, Rahul came to me and sit next to my chair. “You are looking so beautiful today, your husband is so lucky that you are his wife.” “Oh! Please don’t exaggerate, I am looking average, I replied -blushing. Don’t you drink today?” “My father doesn’t know about my drinking habit. Do you mind if I ask you for something?” Rahul replied. “Please don’t ask for sex,” I reciprocate in humour. “Oh! No don’t worry,” Rahul replied, “I want you to fulfil one of my wishes.” Without thinking, I replied in amusement,” except sex, I will fulfil whatever you want.” Now, I could see the mischief in Rahul’s eyes. “Okay, then give me your oath that you will not break your promise.” I don’t know what was happening to my body and soul; I was literally expecting something nasty from Rahul to say. “I promise,” I replied. “Ok then it’s a deal, I will ask you tomorrow when you will be at work.” And he said goodbye as it was too late and my husband was also free from alcohol party. We took Uber and came home. Whole night, I was just thinking about Rahul and skeptical about what will he ask for.
Next afternoon, it was too busy because of weekend. Rahul came in the restaurant; he was looking good. He came to me and remined me about my last night promise. I said, “yes I do remember, what do you want?”
Rahul: “I want to see you in the same dress at the same place, serving your customers without under wears.”
I: “What! Are you drunk or something? What are you talking about?”
Rahul: “I want you to go to your rest room, remove your clothes, bra, and panties; then wear your cloths back on but not the undergarments. I want to see how do you look in these clothes without undergarments.”
I: “What’s wrong with you. How dare you to ask me this thing?”
Rahul: “You promised me.”
I: “Promise my foot. Now, it’s over. Don’t ever try to talk with me again. OR I will complaint you father.”
Rahul: “Okay, whatever you like; but before taking any decision, just take a look in my mobile.”
OMG! He has the footage of mine during using their bathroom last night. It was embarrassing. He secretly recorded me doing pee in their bathroom. Last night, I was in saree, so I had removed my saree first, then pullup my petticoat, remove my panties to pee. In footage my face, bare legs, and clean-waxed- pubic area were clear enough.
I: “How dare you - you scoundrel, delete it now OR I will complaint to your father.”
Rahul: “I’ll delete it, but after my wish comes true.”
I: “Are you blackmailing me?”
Rahul: “Practically, yes!”
It was a hard situation for me. My body went warm, and my brain went numb. “Please delete it Rahul, it will ruin my married life.” I pleaded. “Just do what I’m asking you to do, then I will delete it.” Rahul was in no mood to step back.
I: “Okay, if you want to see me nude, then I will show you. Why do you want me to humiliate in public? Without bra and panties my body will expose to everyone’s attention. You can see my dress is skin-tight without undergarments my assets outline will be exposed.”
Rahul: “Because I want everyone to enjoy your body and masturbate for you.” “LOL.”
I: “Okay, just for 5 minutes. I will just walk towards you, and then go back to wear my undergarments.”
Rahul: “No, at least for 30 minutes.”
It was hard for me to dissuade Rahul to not to do this with me. My begging gestures might give him the feeling of manhood – a dominated man. I went into the rest room and stand at the front of the mirror. As a manager, my dress code was: white shirt and black trouser. Seeing myself in mirror, it turns out a horny sensation in my body. OMG! My breath was getting faster; I could feel my blood running in my body – a strange sensation; my lips and throat went dry. Before I unplug my first button of my shirt, I received a video call form Rahul.
Rahul: “I want you to remove your undergarments in front of me. Keep this video call on and place the mobile phone at front of you in a sufficient distance so that it captures your entire body.”
I: “Rahul, this is wrong. I can’t do this.”
Rahul: “Nothing is wrong now. Do it what I’m saying.”
I was feeling helpless OR I willingly to be helpless in from of him. I thought. I placed my phone at the front of the shank in a proper distance, so that it captures my whole body. First, I had removed my shirt and undershirt; I usually wear camisole above my bra so that Bra’s strips should be less visible. Now, I was in my white bra and black trouser. I can clearly see Rahul’s face blushing with pleasure.
Rahul: “Come on remove your bra; do it fast.”
I just closed my eyes, unhook my bra from behind, and let it go all off. Now, my 36-C boobs were clearly visible to Rahul. My nipples were already hard because of horniness. I reached towards my camisole to wear it back on.
Rahul: “Only shirt no camisole either.”
I: “Come on Rahul, it will be more embarrassing. At least allow me to wear the camisole; please look at my nipples how hard they come, camisole will help me to hide them a little bit.”
But Rahul was not in a mood of any mercy on me. I was helpless and have to obey Rahul. I wear the only shirt back on. As I was aware, my C-cup huge melons were easily outlining form my thin white shirt. My brown, hard nipples and areola were also visible. I embarrassedly declined to remove panties, “it is too late, I can’t remove my panties.” Rahul get agree and ask me to come out with same outlook.
I came out, undoubtedly, customers and staff in restaurant had notices my dare without bra. Somehow, I covered my boobs with my arms and went close to Rahul. He was now having his coffee.
Rahul: “Just do your normal work, and when my coffee will finish, you are free to wear your bra back on.”
Rahul took 20 minutes to finish his coffee; these 20 minutes were felt like 20 hours for me. Whole the time, I was serving customers, taking order, listening to staff, checking stock but without meeting my eyes with anyone. People and staff were pretending normal, but I was aware that I became the amusement for them. During work my boobs were shaking like crazy, even when I was taking order and typing something on computer. Whole the time Rahul enjoyed every single moment of my humiliation in public. Later, when Rahul left the restaurant, I went back to the restroom and wear my bra and camisole back. I took half leave form my owner and rush back to my home to relax and soothe myself. When I reached home and changed my clothes, I saw my panties were flooded with my white cum. “Oh God! If I had removed my panties, too; this cum could soak my trouser badly.”
I’m 34 years old – 5.10-standing, 36-C, 26, 36 - Hindu girl married in a Brahmin family. Three years back, I with my husband and son immigrated to Canada on skilled visa bases. Back home, I was working in a well-known bank on a very high rank management position. I got married with a man to whom I loved so much, and our love story ended up with marriage; with one son, our family was completed, and we were leveraged all the happiness in our life.
Later, we decided to immigrate to better country for more opportunities. Long story short, we came to Canada where my cuckold story begins. I took a crew member job in McDonalds as we need to incurred the house hold expenses. Because of the good command on English language, and MBA the restaurant promoted me to the position of Manager very after the 5th month of joining; however, restaurant’s manager job was not my goal, I want to accelerate my career in banking. But the life was going great.
Next to our Mc-D there was another Indian restaurant whose owner was a 60 years old divorced gentleman. He was good looking, six feet tall, dark complexion guy; very gentle with ladies - especially with me. He had a 26 years old son – Rahul - with same height and muscular, good-looking body. They both were keen to visit our restaurant to order fast-food and hang out with friends and family. They became a good friend of mine. It was common between us to share our experiences, jokes, and formal discussions etc. Rahul became more casual with me, and I was also observing him that he was showing interest in me.
My marriage life was also going well. Husband was working hard, and because of split shifts of day and night timing our sex life was suffering. We hardly do sex once or a twice in a month; additionally, there was another reason that my husband was reluctant because he wants me to get agree for cuckold. He had a cuckold fantasy for long, but I never gave my consent to him. But now when we were in Canada where everyone minded their own businesses, my husband desire to see me got fucked by a stranger or another man was developing on peak. He gave me the permission and all the rights to choose the partner of my choice for this cuckold engagement.
One night, I was on my night shift; it was around 01:00 AM morning when Rahul came to my restaurant to asked me to accompany him outside as he wanted to talk to me regarding an important parking matter. I went out with him to talk. He was looking tired; his face was red, and when I came closer to him for talk, I smelled alcohol aroma. He was badly drunk. “I don’t think it is the right time to talk,” I said, “you are badly drunk, I think you should go home at the first place and we will talk about this issue tomorrow.” Before I finished my sentence, to my surprise, he tried to kiss me on my lips. “Stop it! kya kar rahe ho, hosh main to ho (what are you doing, are you out of your mind).” I pushed him apart angrily. “Shall I call your father now and tell him that you are trying to m***** me. “Oh! I’m sorry,” he pleaded, “I thought you also like me. “How dare you even think about this,” with anger in my eyes,” I’m a married woman with a c***d, and you are of the age of my youngest brother. Do you have any idea how old I’m – I’m 31 years old.” Rahul was standing stun and request me to not to tell his father. I thought, he was out of his mind because of liquor, so I decided to let it go and forgive him. Later whole time, I was just thinking of Rahul and about his mischief act. Thinking about him – on and off – left my body with sensation. In morning, I also found wetness in my lower secret part. “OMG! Why is my body betraying my stimulus?” It was a spontaneous behavior of my body which really upsets me.
Next night, Rahul again came to me, this time with flowers and chocolate, to apologies. I forgave him and we were back to our normal friendship. A couple of days later - during my afternoon shift - when my shift went to over, Rahul came to me with the proposal of dinner at their home. His father had also called me earlier and invited me on his 60th birthday party. Rahul came in-person to make sure and take my words that I’m coming. At night, I and my husband went to the party; however, not so many people were invited – just couple of good friends and family. I was in green, sprinkling saree outlook with backless blouse and deep neck. My husband is also fond of alcohol, so he rushed towards the alcohol group. He was completely occupied with Rahul’s father and friends. I was all alone sitting at the corner with couple of k**s. Aunties were more aunties type that’s why I ignored them. Later, Rahul came to me and sit next to my chair. “You are looking so beautiful today, your husband is so lucky that you are his wife.” “Oh! Please don’t exaggerate, I am looking average, I replied -blushing. Don’t you drink today?” “My father doesn’t know about my drinking habit. Do you mind if I ask you for something?” Rahul replied. “Please don’t ask for sex,” I reciprocate in humour. “Oh! No don’t worry,” Rahul replied, “I want you to fulfil one of my wishes.” Without thinking, I replied in amusement,” except sex, I will fulfil whatever you want.” Now, I could see the mischief in Rahul’s eyes. “Okay, then give me your oath that you will not break your promise.” I don’t know what was happening to my body and soul; I was literally expecting something nasty from Rahul to say. “I promise,” I replied. “Ok then it’s a deal, I will ask you tomorrow when you will be at work.” And he said goodbye as it was too late and my husband was also free from alcohol party. We took Uber and came home. Whole night, I was just thinking about Rahul and skeptical about what will he ask for.
Next afternoon, it was too busy because of weekend. Rahul came in the restaurant; he was looking good. He came to me and remined me about my last night promise. I said, “yes I do remember, what do you want?”
Rahul: “I want to see you in the same dress at the same place, serving your customers without under wears.”
I: “What! Are you drunk or something? What are you talking about?”
Rahul: “I want you to go to your rest room, remove your clothes, bra, and panties; then wear your cloths back on but not the undergarments. I want to see how do you look in these clothes without undergarments.”
I: “What’s wrong with you. How dare you to ask me this thing?”
Rahul: “You promised me.”
I: “Promise my foot. Now, it’s over. Don’t ever try to talk with me again. OR I will complaint you father.”
Rahul: “Okay, whatever you like; but before taking any decision, just take a look in my mobile.”
OMG! He has the footage of mine during using their bathroom last night. It was embarrassing. He secretly recorded me doing pee in their bathroom. Last night, I was in saree, so I had removed my saree first, then pullup my petticoat, remove my panties to pee. In footage my face, bare legs, and clean-waxed- pubic area were clear enough.
I: “How dare you - you scoundrel, delete it now OR I will complaint to your father.”
Rahul: “I’ll delete it, but after my wish comes true.”
I: “Are you blackmailing me?”
Rahul: “Practically, yes!”
It was a hard situation for me. My body went warm, and my brain went numb. “Please delete it Rahul, it will ruin my married life.” I pleaded. “Just do what I’m asking you to do, then I will delete it.” Rahul was in no mood to step back.
I: “Okay, if you want to see me nude, then I will show you. Why do you want me to humiliate in public? Without bra and panties my body will expose to everyone’s attention. You can see my dress is skin-tight without undergarments my assets outline will be exposed.”
Rahul: “Because I want everyone to enjoy your body and masturbate for you.” “LOL.”
I: “Okay, just for 5 minutes. I will just walk towards you, and then go back to wear my undergarments.”
Rahul: “No, at least for 30 minutes.”
It was hard for me to dissuade Rahul to not to do this with me. My begging gestures might give him the feeling of manhood – a dominated man. I went into the rest room and stand at the front of the mirror. As a manager, my dress code was: white shirt and black trouser. Seeing myself in mirror, it turns out a horny sensation in my body. OMG! My breath was getting faster; I could feel my blood running in my body – a strange sensation; my lips and throat went dry. Before I unplug my first button of my shirt, I received a video call form Rahul.
Rahul: “I want you to remove your undergarments in front of me. Keep this video call on and place the mobile phone at front of you in a sufficient distance so that it captures your entire body.”
I: “Rahul, this is wrong. I can’t do this.”
Rahul: “Nothing is wrong now. Do it what I’m saying.”
I was feeling helpless OR I willingly to be helpless in from of him. I thought. I placed my phone at the front of the shank in a proper distance, so that it captures my whole body. First, I had removed my shirt and undershirt; I usually wear camisole above my bra so that Bra’s strips should be less visible. Now, I was in my white bra and black trouser. I can clearly see Rahul’s face blushing with pleasure.
Rahul: “Come on remove your bra; do it fast.”
I just closed my eyes, unhook my bra from behind, and let it go all off. Now, my 36-C boobs were clearly visible to Rahul. My nipples were already hard because of horniness. I reached towards my camisole to wear it back on.
Rahul: “Only shirt no camisole either.”
I: “Come on Rahul, it will be more embarrassing. At least allow me to wear the camisole; please look at my nipples how hard they come, camisole will help me to hide them a little bit.”
But Rahul was not in a mood of any mercy on me. I was helpless and have to obey Rahul. I wear the only shirt back on. As I was aware, my C-cup huge melons were easily outlining form my thin white shirt. My brown, hard nipples and areola were also visible. I embarrassedly declined to remove panties, “it is too late, I can’t remove my panties.” Rahul get agree and ask me to come out with same outlook.
I came out, undoubtedly, customers and staff in restaurant had notices my dare without bra. Somehow, I covered my boobs with my arms and went close to Rahul. He was now having his coffee.
Rahul: “Just do your normal work, and when my coffee will finish, you are free to wear your bra back on.”
Rahul took 20 minutes to finish his coffee; these 20 minutes were felt like 20 hours for me. Whole the time, I was serving customers, taking order, listening to staff, checking stock but without meeting my eyes with anyone. People and staff were pretending normal, but I was aware that I became the amusement for them. During work my boobs were shaking like crazy, even when I was taking order and typing something on computer. Whole the time Rahul enjoyed every single moment of my humiliation in public. Later, when Rahul left the restaurant, I went back to the restroom and wear my bra and camisole back. I took half leave form my owner and rush back to my home to relax and soothe myself. When I reached home and changed my clothes, I saw my panties were flooded with my white cum. “Oh God! If I had removed my panties, too; this cum could soak my trouser badly.”
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