Shadow Desires – Part 1

My name is Anu Mehta. I am 31 years old. Married to Satya for six years. From the outside, we look perfect. Good jobs. Nice flat in Mumbai. Smiling photos on Instagram. But no one knows our secret.

Satya loves to watch me with other men. It started as bedroom talk. He would whisper dirty things while fucking me. “Imagine another man inside you… while I watch.” At first, I laughed. Then I got wet. Very wet.

One night after too much wine, I said, “Yes. Just once. To try.” I chose a black one-piece dress. Tight. Short. No bra. Tiny lace thong. Black thigh-high stockings. I looked in the mirror and felt my heart race. My nipples were already hard.

Satya parked outside the pub. His hand shook on my thigh.

“You look like a slut,” he said. Voice thick.

“That is the plan,” I replied. I kissed him hard. Bit his lip. “Watch me break our marriage tonight.”

Inside the pub, it was dark. Loud music. Smell of sweat and drinks. Satya took a corner booth. Perfect view of the dance floor. He ordered whiskey for himself. Vodka-cranberry for me.

I drank three fast. The warmth spread. My head felt light. My pussy felt heavy. Satya leaned close.

“Go dance. Tease them. Tease me.”

I walked to the floor. Heels clicking. Hips are already moving. I closed my eyes. Let the bass take me. Hands in my hair. Back arched. Dress riding up slowly. Men noticed fast.

The first one came behind me. Tall. Bearded. Hands on my waist. Light at first. Then firmer. Another in front. Blond. Smiling. Pressing close. Soon, five men. Then six. Circle me. Hands everywhere.

One slid up my thigh. Felt the lace top of my stocking. Kept going. Found bare skin. “No panties?” he whispered. I shook my head. Smiled. Another hand from the front. Under the dress. Fingers on my thong. Felt how wet it was.

“Fuck, she is soaked.”

I looked at Satya. He gripped his glass tight. The other hand is inside his jeans. Stroking slow. Eyes burning. Someone pulled my hair. Not soft. Teeth on my neck.

“Your husband likes this?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

They got bolder. The straps of my dress pulled down. Boobs are almost out. Hands squeezing. Pinching nipples. Someone slapped my breast lightly. I gasped. One pushed his thigh between my legs. I ground on it. Shameless. Chasing friction. My thong was ruined.

A rough voice: “Look at him.”

They turned my face to Satya.

“Tell him thank you.”

I licked my lips.

“Thank you, baby… for letting them touch your wife.”

Satya’s hand moved faster. I came right there on the dance floor. Legs shaking. Biting my lip hard to stay quiet. They did not stop. A big guy with a shaved head and neck tattoos grabbed my wrist.

“Back room. Now.”

They pulled me down a hallway. Satya followed. The big guy looked back.

“Watch only, cuckold.”

Storeroom. Dim red light. Smell of old beer. Door shut. Dress ripped down to the waist. The thong was torn off. I stood naked except for stockings and heels. Someone pushed me to my knees. Cocks out. Three at once. Slapping my face. Smearing pre-cum.

I opened my mouth. Took the first one deep. He held my hair. Fucked my throat. Behind me, fingers spread my pussy. Then a thick cock slammed in. No warning. I screamed around the cock. They laughed.

“Married slut loves it rough.”

They took turns. Mouth. Pussy. Passing me around. Someone spat on my ass. Pushed thumb in.

“Tight here too.”

I moaned.

“Yes… use my ass…”

The big guy lay on a crate. Pulled me on top. Cock in my pussy. Another behind. Pushed into my ass slowly. Stretching me.

“Oh god… so full…” I cried.

They moved together. Deep. Hard. I came again. Squirting on the crate.
The third one is in my mouth. All holes filled.

Big guy: “Look at the door. Your husband is jerking off.”

I looked. Saw Satya. Hand fast. Face red. I cum harder. They kept going. Changed places. New cocks. Different tastes. More cum. One came in my mouth. Made me swallow.

“Good wife.”

Another deep in my pussy. Hot pulses. One pulled out of my ass. Shot on my back. Then more rounds. They bent me over the crate. Fucked my ass hard. Another in the mouth. I lost count of orgasms. Body shaking. Tears running. Mascara everywhere.

Finally, they finished. Cum is leaking from every hole. Dress ruined. Hair wild.
Satya came in. Knelt. Kissed me deep. Tasted them on my tongue.

“My perfect dirty wife.”

I smiled. Voice gone.

“Take me home… clean me… then fuck your used slut.”

He carried me out. Past staring people. Like a trophy. In the car, he fingered me all the way. I came again to the seat. At home, he slammed me against the wall. Ripped the rest of the dress.

Satya: “You are dripping their cum.”

Me: “Then taste it.”

He dropped to his knees. Licked me clean. Tongue deep. Eating everything.
I held his head. Came on his face. Then he tied my wrists to the bed. Fucked my throat till I choked. Finally slammed into my loose pussy.

“Tell me.”

Me: “They were bigger. Rougher. They didn’t ask.”

He growled. Fucked harder. Hand on throat. I cum. Squirted hard. He took my ass last. Added his load. We slept sticky and happy.

That was our first time. The beginning.

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