Ujwal Regrets Cuckolding

Hey there. Thank you for the positive responses I got for my earlier experience. However, I have taken note that the last one was a bit longer. I will try to be precise this time around.

Ujwal is another travel buddy in our hobby rider’s troupe. It’s not one of the super bike gangs generating huge bills every mile they ride.

He is 31 and just got married in March. He is a sensible rider, just like he is as a person. His wife, Anusha, doesn’t join him for rides but has seen her and talked to her on one of our quick breakfast rides.

He asked me why I’m single; in a casual tone, I said I’ve been busy satisfying hotwives. In a lighter tone, I said I’m happy doing the social work of saving marriages. I laughed loudly, but he kept staring at me.

“So is cuckolding something people do in real life?” He asked with a puzzled face.

“Yeah, but why do you look shocked!” I asked him.

“No, I was thinking about cuckolding and thought those things wouldn’t happen here”

“What are you saying, Boss? Statistics suggest that 50 million people in our country will be having sex on any given day. We are the number one in the world,” I told him.

“But what made you think about Cuckolding in the first place?”

“To be open with you, I started thinking about it after my first night disaster”

“What happened?” I asked.

“My wife has been very truthful to me. Before marriage itself, she openly told me that she had an ex but broke up after she discovered his love was fake, and never fell in love again. But she had sex with him, believing he was a good guy.

I know my dick is a small one. And since I knew she was experienced, I had anxiety issues and leaked within 20 seconds.”

He continued in a melancholic manner.

“However, she didn’t say a word. Out of shame, I turned away and slept.

The next day I thought she would be angry, but she was happy and smiling, talking with everyone in the family. As night approached, anxiety started to build in me. But she eased me out by saying Let’s give a gap of a week; let the music around marriage settle down.

She is so sweet; though she is still 21, she is very mature in understanding. And I really started feeling bad for her and thought if I were somewhere else I would have made her agree to cuckolding.” He ended his melancholy.

“Just talk to your wife and get any of your friends.” I just patted him and said Let’s continue the ride.

“Ok, but give me some tips on how to bring up this topic?”

“Sure, but let’s move,” I started on the scooter.

However, for the next 20 days, he consistently kept me asking for tips but would fail at the last stage in speaking openly with her. He always used to come back with reasons and stories.

One day he told me that “she touches my feet after Friday pooja and all; I tried but couldn’t, after seeing her innocence.” Like this, every time it was just stories.

One day I got fed up and said in a firm tone, “Bro, she is your wife, and you must speak. Do you think I must come to your home and speak to her about your desire to share her?”

“Actually, I would be the happiest if you could do that to me,” he asked.

We chatted over it and finally decided to head to his home in the evening and stay for dinner. So that I could start making conversation with his wife and, slowly, after a few days, when she gets comfortable, speak up about Ujwal’s Cuckolding desires.

Soon after reaching home, we exchanged pleasantries, and I headed for a shower after having a coffee. Anusha made a good one indeed.

After coming back from the long shower, I saw a message from Ujwal. “Hey, please talk to her; she may not feel free if I’m there. I’ve come out giving some reasons; will come back by around 8.”

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It was 6 by then. I requested Anusha another cup of coffee, which she was happy to serve. I got into conversation with general matters.

It didn’t take long to open her mind up; by an hour or so, she started explaining to me about her personal things. About her ex, and how she had sex. Surprisingly, she also told me how her first night turned out to be a nightmare, etc. I realized she was an easy catch.

And by explicitly mentioning her failed first night, I got what she was intending. I made the right moves, and by 7:30 we were kissing passionately.

This 21-year-old newlywed chick was filled with lust and passion; the way she was exchanging glances was that of a pro.

She had firm 34B boobs with a pink areola. I took it out by lifting her T-shirt and freed her boobs by lifting her bra. Sucked those lovely nuts slowly and diligently.

Finally, she took my dick out and started just licking it, and soon we heard Ujwal’s bike. We stopped and corrected our dresses, and she went and just unlocked the door and went into the kitchen.

Ujwal came in and signaled me if I was able to talk. I told him, “Come, let’s go smoke up a joint,” and headed into the balcony.

We pulled down the blinds of his balcony and lit up a joint. After a few puffs, I asked him how badly he really feels about being a cuckold. He replied, “As soon as possible; if she is ready, I’m ready even today. By the way, did you try to talk to her?”

“Are you sure you really want to be a cuck? I’m warning you, once you are into it, there is no going back. It’s not like let me try and see how it feels” I cautioned him.

“Bro, you don’t know how desperate I am.” He started telling me and soon heard Apoorva,

“Aha… what is that, honey, you are desperate for?” She had come holding coffee for him.

He became silent. “Yeah, what’s that he is desperate for?” She casually asked me what that was without having any clue.

I decided to break the ice. I pulled her by her 30-inch waist and pulled her as close as possible to my body, with her breasts crushing against my chest. I smooched her right then and there and told her,

“You confessed to me that he is a cuckold, and he wanted the right person to take care of his wife, and that is the reason why I was invited here”

She did not know immediately how to respond, but I held her back again to my side, and she started responding to my smooches just as she was doing a while ago before Ujjwal came in.

As I pulled her boobs out again and sucked for a few minutes, we decided to go inside as it was getting colder there.

I pushed her on the couch and started to pull her baggy pajamas down, and then she took off her t-shirt and bra in one go. I rolled over her and licked all over her body. After a while, she put her hands on her waist to remove her panties. I stopped her by holding her hand.

Ujwal had settled down on the recliner. I called out to her, “You are offering me your wife’s pussy for the first time. This is very auspicious, and you give it a start by pulling down her panties for me.

He pulled it down slowly, and her pinkish pussy with a blank outline started appearing. It was nearly waxed and screaming to be licked. I licked her pussy from top to bottom.

“Now lick her pussy well and get it ready to take my cock, buddy,” I instructed Ujwal. He obediently bent down while I headed towards the other side and stuffed my dick into Anusha’s mouth. She started sucking me well, continuing the half-finished task we were doing before Ujwal came in.

She sucked me well for 7-8 minutes, and then she said: “I want it in.”

“Shall we go to the bedroom, honey?” Ujwal asked his wife, and she stood up. Holding my dick, she took me towards the bedroom and lay down on her bed. The same bed where Ujwal used to cum within seconds.

I put a pillow below her ass, lifting her and giving me good access for my dick to her pussy. I looked around, and Ujwal was on the other side, trying to settle down. I called him up to say,

“You have prepared your wife’s pussy, now hold my dick yourself and push it inside her pussy”

He jumped out of excitement and kissed his wife first and then held my dick and pushed it in. I pushed in, and simultaneously both Anusha and Ujwal let out a moan. She moaned, “Aaah,” and Ujwal said, “Oh my god, wow… I was dying to see this, awesome.”

He was blown away. He never thought all these things would happen in his life effortlessly. I started pumping her, and she started with rhythmic moans. After rigorous thrusting for 10 minutes, I suddenly stopped. She asked me, “Why?”

“Now tell us both how many dicks this pussy has seen before marriage.” I didn’t make even the slightest move.

“He knows, one, my boyfriend, please continue,” she requested.

“No… I will not be moving a millimeter until you tell us the truth now, once and for all.” I made a small movement and stopped,

“Aaah, I told you, my ex.”

“Yes, that’s what I’m asking, exes.” I didn’t move.

“Are you going to speak up or…?”

Asking, I pushed my dick all of a sudden in one go… with the same force, she let out a moan. “Five.. five… It’s fucking five I have been fucked by”

“Really, honey, who all, dear?” Ujwal started getting curious. “Shut up now, let’s get into the details later.” I shut him up and continued fucking.

I changed to doggy and asked her body count after marriage. After a few initial hesitations, and I had to play the game of sexual denial, she busted out, “Ten…It is 10”

“Ah, what, Anu?” Ujwal looked startled.

I was constantly fucking her, holding her by her hair. “Yes, it’s ten, my love; it is ten”

“You… you… means you cheated me? You cheated me?” Shouting, he erupted. This is the first time I actually saw his dick. It was 3 inches when erect. He was shagging using his thumb and index finger.

“Why would I have done it if you had a working dick, baby?” she asked him with moans mixed into the rhythm of my shots from behind.

So they were having a conversation while I was fucking, changing position from time to time. I made him hold his arms straight down and lock his hands so that he could lift Apurva by her but and give me access to her pussy in the erotic V position.

She went on explaining who they were one by one, like one was her college senior, the other from Tinder. Like this, she gave details of 6 men, and then he asked, “Who are the other four?”

“Your friends, baby,” she was hissing

“Which friends?” His tone changed to interrogative.

“Which friends do you have, baby? Your close friends, classmates.”

And soon, boom. She dropped, holding her, and stepped away. If I hadn’t supported her at the right time, she would have collapsed. Stepping behind her went up to the wall and sat down, murmuring, “Huh… my close friends fucked you, keeping me in the dark?”

I started to notice tears rolling off his eyes; he then literally started to cry, saying, “I believed each one of them, but those mother fucker betrayed me like this.”

The hubby, who was eager to see his wife like a slut until a few hours ago, seemed to be regretting it now. He is crying like a baby who saw his candy being stolen and eaten by a bully.

Without bothering much, I continued fucking his wife.

And then we went into the bathroom to fuck under the shower. He was still crying; I lifted him and pulled him towards the bathroom. He stood there still and watched his wife getting fucked.

I finally felt cumming and told Anusha. She told me she wanted to take me first and knelt to suck me. After the final, 19th over fuck, I shot into her mouth. She gulped it, and I noticed a glow in her eyes.

Meanwhile, Ujwal, though not crying, had a pale face. After we came out of the bathroom, he was standing still under the shower alone. Looking like a digambara with water dripping from his tiny dick.

I have seen such things happening with the first-timers. So what happened next? Did he regret cuckolding forever, or did it give his life a new dimension?

I will explain it in the next part soon. If you found this part to be interesting, don’t hesitate to write a few words to.