The Cuckold Couple

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The Cuckold Couple

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“I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news for you,” Priya said gesturing to her footrest, a steel chair placed in front of her couch and pushed it forward a couple of inches using her feet. “Sit down.”

Srinath walked over with a flustered frown on his face as he sat down. His gut twisted inside, warning him of some kind of impending catastrophe. Priya seemed completely laid back, sitting there with her classmate from medical college, a man named Rahul. The two of them seemed to be giggling with each other behind his back, he couldn’t tell for sure. Her clothes did nothing but add to his suspicion- she was dressed in a tight black t-shirt and a light denim skirt that barely just reached her knees. Srinath recalled the first time he’d met the gorgeous neighbor of his, the brilliant chick he’d spent many hours secretly staring at from his balcony- these were by far her most seductive attire, they accentuated her perfect, shapely body and added palpable brilliance to her fair skin. Although he feared the matter of the bad news, he couldn’t help become seduced by her incredible beauty each time he saw her. She was almost too good to be true, let alone be in an intimate relationship with him.

He slowly sat himself on the steel chair to see Rahul’s hands drawing closer to Priya’s. He had half a mind to just grab her and kiss her right in front of him, but he decided to take the higher road- he would mark his territory with his words. “Ahem!” Srinath cleared his throat. “What is the bad news, honey?”

The young girl returned an awkward glance. “Did you just call me honey?”

“I was just…,” Srinath began.

“I don’t want you calling me honey, it just doesn’t sound right coming from you.” Priya said with a firm glance. “Now, let me get to the point. Where do you think our relationship is going?”

Srinath eyes darted towards Rahul and then back at her. “Shouldn’t we get a bit more privacy for a conversation like this?”

“Just answer the question,” Priya asserted.

“Priya, you’re by far the best thing that ever happened to me. I’ve enjoyed the times we’ve spent together, and I think you feel the same way about me,” Srinath said. He tried to smile at her, but her stern expression proved to be less than inviting.

“Two weeks back, you’d taken me out to dinner. Do you remember that?” Priya asked.

“The Sheraton hotel, yes,” Srinath nodded. “It was wonderful, wasn’t it?”

“I hate to say this, but that was one of the most awkward dates I’ve ever had.” Priya said.

“What do you mean?” Srinath asked.

“We had almost nothing to say to each other. That was painful for me,” Priya stated. “We were like one of those old couples who have nothing left to say to each other.”

“But after the dinner we…,” Srinath began.

“Yeah, I know. That’s the only part you seem to care about,” Priya said. Srinath’s jaw dropped, so many words were screaming to come out of his mouth that they all hit a traffic jam at his throat. “Anyway, last weekend, Rahul asked me out to dinner. And I said yes.”

“What the hell, Priya?” Srinath stood up from his chair and pushed it aside.

“You know why? It did not even occur to me that I had a boyfriend,” Priya said.

“You’re just ridiculous. First, you cheated on me and now you’re making it sound like it was my fault.” Srinath shook his head, the disgust blowing out of his ears like hot steam. Priya shrugged her shoulders, as if to say, “It is your fault.”

“Let me guess. You both had a great time together because it didn’t even occur to you that I exist.” Srinath said. A moment of silence followed, and even though Priya neither agreed nor disagreed her blank expression made the answer abundantly clear. “So this is it for us? You’re going to dump me for him?” he asked, pointing his fingers at Rahul.

“I’m afraid so. Let’s face it, we have almost nothing in common,” Priya said.

“More things in common. Is that what you want from me?” Srinath asked.

“Srinath, please don’t start this. It’s far too late for…,” Priya said.

“Why is it too late? You want me to study medicine? Fine, I’ll go start studying right now,” Srinath fell down to the floor on his knees.

Priya and Rahul exchanged a smile. “You’re going to study medicine?”

Srinath nodded. “If that’s what it takes to be with you.” Priya smiled back in return. “OK. I won’t study medicine. Why the hell should I? I make a perfectly good living from running my jewelry store. It is doing great, always fetches me more than six figures of income every month. I would be able to support you far better than this guy possibly can.” Srinath said, kneeling still on the floor. He swallowed nervously and let the next words flow out of in one breath. “Priya, you deserve better than him.”

“Did you just say that you’re better than me?” Rahul asked. His deep voice resonated in the living room, the very first time he spoke.

“Y…yes.” Srinath said, swallowing some of his fear. “I think I’m better for her.”

“You can’t even keep her satisfied and you think you’re better than me?” Rahul laughed.

“Of course, I can satisfy her…,” Srinath began, but stopped short. His heart almost dropped out of its place as he saw Priya shaking her head. He hung his head low in disbelief, the very essence his manhood quashed into oblivion. It was tempting to just hit his head into the floor and end his misery right there as he felt his soul abandon his existence.

“There are reasons why she’s dumping you like a piece of garbage,” Rahul said. Few things could make Srinath feel lower than he already felt, but this was one of them.

“Srinath, what matters is that I don’t think you’re better for me. I’m sorry. It’s over.” Priya said.

Srinath gave the girl a desperate frown. He bent forward and kissed her feet. “Priya, I love you,” he mumbled. He kissed her lower leg. “I love you.” He kissed Priya’s knee.  “I love you.”

“What do you want me to say?” Priya asked. “Oooh, I’m going to leave my awesome new boyfriend and take you back because you’re begging for me?”

“No, Priya. I do not expect anything in return; I just need you to know that I will always love you,” Srinath said, kissing the other leg.

Priya looked at her boyfriend and giggled. “I know what his problem is. He’s too obsessed with me.” She then turned to Srinath and grabbed his hair to stop him from kissing random parts of her leg. “What do you mean, you still love me?”

Srinath hissed from the pain, it wasn’t often he’d got his hair pulled up by a girl. “I still really love you, no matter what,” he said.

“Oh you do? Let me test you on your claim,” Priya said. She stretched out her legs and placed them on the steel chair. “Get under my legs and place them on your shoulder.” Srinath obeyed immediately, picking up the girl’s long legs and allowing her to rest one on each shoulder. “Now, you’re going to watch every move I make with my lips. If you stop watching, that would mean you don’t love me. Got it?” Srinath nodded eagerly. Priya opened up her arms and grabbed Rahul by the neck, bringing him in for a passionate kiss. She gorged his lips and licked his tongue in a romantic frenzy, making Srinath watch every move as she moaned away. “Wow. You’re such a good kisser.”

“I know,” Rahul smiled, attacking her lips and grabbing her by the waist. The couple went on kissing each other, holding each other tight.

“Hmm.” Priya moaned with a delighted smile, resting her head against Rahul’s. “I don’t remember the last time I was kissed like that by a man. Is he still watching me?” She mumbled, resuming the breathless kiss. Rahul turned and looked down at Srinath watching the couple making love, his fury bottled away in some obscure crevice of his mind.

“Yeah, he’s surely watching us kiss.” Rahul reported.

“Let him watch some more.” Priya pushed her breasts against Rahul’s chest and bent over for the finale. She then let go of her boyfriend and straightened her hair with a slight head shake. “That didn’t bother you at all?” Priya asked the man holding up her legs.

Srinath bowed down, looked up and let out his answer in a single breath. “Not at all.”

“So you still want to be here?”

“Most certainly,” Srinath stated, kissing Priya’s legs on his shoulders.

“Dude, she just dumped you,” Rahul said.

Srinath twisted himself in Rahul’s direction. “She’ll dump you, too. Just you wait and see.”

Priya got up. Her hand came down and strangled his neck in a vice-like grip, making him fidget like a trapped worm in her hands. “What the fuck did you just say? I’m just going to go and dump him like I’m dumping you?” Srinath choked under her grip, powerless to resist. “You went too far this time,” Priya said, raising her hand and hitting his cheek with a nasty slap. “You bastard. What the hell do you think of yourself?” She gripped his hair even harder as his eyes burst into tears. “I’m not some whore who goes on making random boyfriends and dumping them. I had made a bad decision with you and now I’m making a good one.” She pointed at him and then toward Rahul. “You are nothing but an uneducated pig born to rich parents. Got that?” She pushed down with force, sending him crashing to the floor.

“Yes, Priya.” Srinath cried, twitching from the pain of the drop.

“Now I’m going to punish you for calling me a whore.” Priya’s legs descended on him, pinning him under like a helpless animal and turning his chest into her stool. Her left hand went up; they traveled the short distance down to Srinath’s face in less than a split-second, causing his ears to ring for a few moments. The next moment her right hand performed the assault. She relentlessly slapped the ex-boyfriend, letting one word out of her mouth with each slap. “Get-the-fuck-out-of-my-life.”

Srinath closed his eyes tightly shut, to defend them from any more slaps that would land on his cheek. He slowly opened his eyes to see the love of his life sitting on his chest, prepared to hit him some more and her new boyfriend standing over. “His face is so red!” Rahul smiled, looking down at his existence with no sign of mercy or compassion.

“Srinath, it’s time for you to go home now.” Priya said, getting herself off his chest by holding Rahul’s strong hands.

Srinath got up on his knees and slowly slithered away, his head bowed down in defeat. Rahul called out to him just before he reached the door. “Hey, loser. I’ve got a small departing gift for you before you leave.” He’d caught Srinath’s attention with that; the ex-boyfriend turned back and crawled to kneel before the couple again. Rahul’s hands went around Priya’s shoulders. “Turn around,” Rahul whispered to her. She did, the behind of her denim skirt looming a few inches from Srinath’s face. Rahul grabbed Priya’s knee just below her skirt and began to move his hand up, revealing more and more of her thighs as they went up. “I’m going to kiss Priya’s lips, and you’re going to kiss her ass goodbye,” he said with a wicked grin on his face. Srinath’s eyebrows went up simultaneously as Rahul’s hands went higher up to reveal her black panties and her smooth, glimmering buttocks. He sat up and planted his lips just below Priya’s black panty, locking it into an airtight kiss with her fleshy seat muscles. With a desperate hug across her legs, he moved his body closer, bringing some warmth to the cold, sweaty surface of her fair bum cheeks. He felt warmth spreading over his body as he kissed the left butt cheek, then the right, back and forth; it was the beginning of his own love affair with Priya’s bottom. The only sign of trouble was Rahul’s hands, which were sauntering across the butt, massaging their sides and squeezing them tight while the couple made out. Srinath was forced to move himself away from the kiss for a few moments; it hurt that he wasn’t even allowed to kiss her buttocks in peace.

Rahul looked over Priya’s shoulder, still touching his lips with Priya’s. “I can’t bear to see your ex-boyfriend like this,” he said.

“Why? What’s wrong?” Priya asked, turning around.

“He’s almost drooling over your panties,” Rahul laughed.

“I guess we’ve found the right place for him to be,” Priya said, looking into Rahul’s eyes. “He’s better off as my butt kisser than as a boyfriend.”

“A butt kisser. Hmm…that sounds like a job for someone like him.” Rahul said. “Why don’t we keep him around and make him do stuff for us?”

“Like a slave?” Priya asked, turning back to see the ex still kissing her butt religiously. “You wouldn’t mind him working as my slave?”

“I’d love that. It would make me even more proud that I’m with you.” Rahul said.

The couple giggled with each other as they watched the ex-boyfriend gorging her ass. Priya stroked his hair and stretched back to offer him some more of her butt surface to devour. “You like kissing my booty?” She asked. Srinath made a noise from his throat while continuing to kiss the girl’s beautiful butt; he perhaps intended to say yes but sounded like he’d just eaten the best meal of his life.

“You can never, ever become my boyfriend in your life, but you can try and become a slave if you want. That’s the only way you can still be in my life,” Priya said, shaking her butt left and right and watching how desperately the ex clung on to every inch, every moment.

“I’d be honored to work as your slave, Priya.” Srinath said, lingering his lips over the girl’s butt.

“That’s what I thought,” Priya said. She stretched her hand to her far left side, and then swatted away the ex from her buttocks like she would a persistent mosquito. “Now get off my ass!”

Srinath dropped, nursing his cheeks from the surprisingly accurate backward slap. He could only wonder how many times the girl had had to do that move in the past. Priya’s foot went up in the air and came crushing down on his face. “Are you ready to be my slave?” She felt the trapped cuckold’s head moving under her feet in reply. “Yesterday you were my pathetic boyfriend. Look at you today, eager to be my slave.”

“My life is yours to do as you choose, Priya.” Srinath said. “I’m here to serve you.”

“Oh, so you want to serve me despite everything I’m doing to you?” Priya crushed his face under her toes, constricting him further, but the ex still managed to make his head nod a yes. She stepped her feet off his face and turned to Rahul. “Whatever I do, I just seem to be giving him exactly what he wants,” she said.

“Yeah, I was trying to punish him too. But he seems to enjoy every single aspect of being your slave,” Rahul said. “Your slave,” his eyes lit up in a flash and Priya seemed to get it right away.

Priya stepped back. “You can become my slave,” she said to her ex, “provided you do everything Rahul tells you to do. I will let him decide whether you’d make a good slave for me.”