Husband Fulfilling Hypnotic-Wife’s Hidden Hunger

Hi, Madhan here—an unapologetic erotic storyteller. Thank you to all ISS readers for your prompt feedback. If you’re seeking secret thrills—girls, women, couples—find me on Hangouts or email me at [email protected]. Total anonymity guaranteed.

This story will be narrated from the point of view of the husband, Pradeep.

At the age of 30, with just two years of married life behind me, I (Pradeep) felt saturated. I couldn’t fuck my wife Harshita like I used to during those first few months of our marriage. My college life was boring because I wanted to become rich with a high-income job.

So, I studied constantly for this dream: no girls, no romance, and no warmth. As per my dream, I got a high-income job. After two years of the pressure-filled demands of corporate life, I decided to resign. I landed a government job with a reduced income but also reduced stress.

Thanks to this decision, I was able to marry the tall, milky, shapely, and sexy Harshita. Additionally, I feel very fortunate to have found such a kind and quiet girl as my life partner.

The real problem:

During the first few months of our marriage, my wife Harshita’s sexual demands and urges were very minimal. However, I was fucking her like an animal. I fucked Harshita every day in all possible positions. Marathon rounds all night. She was tired and used oil for her sore pussy.

Her requests for rest were mercilessly denied with relentless drilling. I was excited since her warm pussy was my first—a long wait until I was 28. I took her on a week-long trip to Thailand. I fucked her as much as possible day and night, spending little time outside our hotel room.

My wife Harshita was a virgin, and my dick was the first to break into her pussy, dripping juices. The irony is that after two years, I couldn’t fuck her daily. I’ve lost interest; my dick doesn’t awaken to her seductions.

I see heightened urges and needs in Harshita’s innocent eyes. But I’m unable to go for more than one round, at most twice a month. We planned for a kid, but with this lost interest, it never turned positive. The sweet part was she never demanded sex like I had forced her during the initial period of our marriage.

But I felt responsible for her shift from no urges to a heightened peak. My mistake. I should have kept her bodily needs in check by fucking her once every alternate day during the initial days of our marriage. Harshita never showed this as frustration in our routine life. But in her dark eyes, I saw a volcano of desire.

Harshita was so shy that she wouldn’t let me undress her with the lights on. I had to turn off the light so she could undress. I had to play some music for her to moan freely. She blasted juices with relieved moans during her climax.

She was so shy that she never allowed me to eat her out, pushing me away with a “Chi” when my lips reached her pussy. Harshita would give me handjobs and suck my dick, but that usually happened while she was in a deep sleep in the early hours of the morning.

During normal times, she wouldn’t give a blowjob or a handjob. A slight discomfort due to the lack of the same vigour in satisfying my wife’s unquenched hunger started to haunt me.

Being in Bangalore, through stories and online platforms, I realized that cuckolding is a reality these days. One restless night, I was drilling my wife’s hungry, yearning pussy with an early cum. I finally decided to fulfil my wife’s urges by letting a stranger claim her body while I watched.

As a first step, I wanted someone genuine, safe, and, importantly, anonymous. It should be a one-time affair. I came across Madhan. I met this guy once in a restaurant and shared my plan to have my wife banged like those early marriage days. He listened, nodding, his eyes gleaming with appetite.

Now, it was time to convince my traditional wife, Harshu, to agree to the concept of cuckolding. To spread her thighs for a man she didn’t know while I stood by.

My wife was very sensitive. We never spoke about sexual matters. She was so shy that she used to run to the washroom after I released my juice into her pussy. She would return fully dressed. Forget convincing her. There was no way I could even initiate the topic for discussion.

Yet, under Madhan’s guidance, I booked two rooms in a swanky hotel in Bangalore. I dressed her in red lace lingerie beneath a sleek black saree that clung to her curves. Damn, her milky skin, especially her hips, triggered in the black saree.

I lied about ‘a special lunch from the office’ and led her into the hotel room. She didn’t believe me and was confused and in a dilemma. I had never taken her to such a luxury hotel in Bangalore. All along, since I checked into the room, I continued updating Madhan.

Leaving my hot wife alone in the room, I left for Madhan’s room. I was worried, and many thoughts were clouding my brain. Madhan calmed me down, assuring me that if my wife didn’t cooperate, he would leave. Without hinting to my wife, I took Madhan to my room.

Harshita was very disturbed but kept a relaxed face and shook Madhan’s hand. I introduced Madhan as my colleague. He took her hand firmly, eyes locking with hers in a silent dare. She withdrew but stood her ground. His eyes met and locked onto Harshita’s.

A spark, a flicker of something unknown, passed between them. Uncomfortably, she freed herself from his tight grasp and watched me. I moved next to her and encircled my arm around her shoulder, hugging her from the side and squeezing/massaging her bare shoulder.

She tried to move away from my grasp, watching the stranger, Madhan. But I held her tightly, my grip a silent command. As per the plan, Madhan excused himself to use the bathroom, which was a lie. The moment he moved out of sight, I hurriedly tightened my hand,

I clasped her bare navel and hissed in her ear, “Baby, first promise whatever I’m going to tell you and ask you to do. You will not reveal it and do as I say.” Harshita, with no clue, hesitantly promised not to reveal anyone and to do as I said.

I hurriedly told her, “I want you to enjoy your sex life. I planned all this. He is very safe and totally anonymous; nobody will know. I want you to enjoy today.” Pushing me away, Harshita asked me, “What?” with a raised eyebrow and an angry look.

I hugged her tight, “You are my wife and my life too. This is my long-time dream and fantasy. Please do it just once. I feel very sad that I am not able to satisfy you.” She angrily replied, “When did I tell you I’m not satisfied?” She pushed me away with a stern “NO.”

I was scared that she might shout and make a scene. She might complain about this to our families. As per Madhan’s plan, I haven’t touched her for more than a month now. I still had big doubts that this wouldn’t work out.

I grabbed her by her bare waist. I started to cup her cheeks and began to kiss her. Oh god, our lips met after a month. She resisted, trying to break my kiss. But I felt the hunger in her lips. I continued to force my kiss. She gave way, locking her lips with mine and sucking my lip.

After marriage, this was the first time I was kissing her in broad daylight. The room was located on the 6th floor, offering a view through the clear mirror to the empty sky. My hands undid the saree from her shoulders, and my hands played with her bare navel.

Oh, my mouth watered seeing my own wife’s sexy, shapely, huge 36-sized melons tightly cupped inside the deep-cut black blouse. Oh, the white milky cleavage poking out of the black blouse was a tantalizing sight. I pushed her onto the bed and continued to kiss her wildly.

That’s the sound of the washroom door latch, and Madhan walks slowly to the bed. He watches me wildly kissing my wife, Harshita. Madhan stood very close to us, his presence a palpable heat. Harshita stopped kissing and started pushing me away from her chest.

I grabbed her hands and pinned them to the bed, my gaze burning into hers. I locked my lips, watching her eyeballs move to Madhan. She tilted her face sideways, looking in the other direction from Madhan, a flicker of defiance in her eyes.

I grabbed her chin, forcing her gaze back to mine. That’s when Madhan speaks, his voice a low, seductive hum, “So sweet, juicy lips. Gently brush your lips over them.” I follow Madhan’s instructions and graze my lips over her thick lips.

Harshita watches me with an angry face, but a shiver runs through her as my lips explore. I continue brushing her lips, cheeks, and nose with my lips. She lets out a low moan, “Ah,” a sound that vibrates through me. I continue to brush and break free.

Madhan utters in a low tone, his words a soft command, “Oh, Harshu. Don’t worry. Kiss him and bite his lips.” That’s when I noticed Harshita following his instruction as her lips gave way, and the kiss was wilder than ever before.

My dick was thicker and harder than stone, like it hadn’t been in many months now. My dick was tearing out of my jeans. My dick was so wild that I was about to cum with the kiss she was doing. I watched Madhan with the corner of my eye.

Madhan, with a small smile and lust-filled eyes, was staring right into the eyes of my wife, Harshu, a silent challenge in his gaze. Madhan’s fingers slowly unbuttoned his shirt, one by one, in slow motion, each movement a deliberate tease.

My dick lost control and shot cum into my underwear. I broke the kiss. Madhan leaned in, his breath against her ear, “You want this. She wants it”. I continued to suck her ears, cheek, and neck. Harshu’s eyeballs moved to Madhan’s unbuttoned chest.

I noticed Madhan throwing away his shirt to bare his slightly hairy chest, a primal display of masculinity. Harshu’s eyes flicked between us, lidded now with something deeper than fear—arousal, confusion, surrender.

In that electric tableau, my wife’s thighs were pinned, her chest rising beneath my mouth. The stranger’s challenge in his smouldering stare—I knew the spark had flared. No turning back.

Madhan ran a finger across his face and played with his lips, a sly smirk playing on his lips. Will I be able to undo her saree and fuck her in broad daylight in front of a stranger? Will her shyness of nudity persist?

At least I knew now that she wouldn’t protest against the cuckolding.

Wait for part 2.

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