Chapter 1

My name is Nilesh, and I’m a 42-year-old man living in the heart of the UK. My wife, Shubhangi, and I share a stable life together, one I worked hard to provide through years of dedication to my career. We’re both of Indian origin, and our relationship has always been grounded in mutual respect, support, and understanding. Shubhangi is a beautiful woman in her own understated way, with warm, dark skin and long, dark hair that she sweeps back into a braid each morning before work. While her job as a receptionist keeps her busy, she finds ways to make time for herself, adding little touches like makeup and jewelry to enhance her naturally striking presence.

Shubhangi is everything I could hope for in a partner—warm, caring, and full of life. I know she appreciates that I’m kind, understanding, and supportive. Yet, I’ve always had a soft and gentle nature, and I sometimes worry that I lack a certain masculinity that could give her more passion and excitement. I know that this gentleness is what endears me to her in some ways, but deep down, I also sense it leaves a gap.

It was at her office where Shubhangi first met Rafal, a Polish janitor who works in the same building. Rafal is a man who, by conventional standards, might not seem particularly impressive—he’s in his fifties, with a stout build and an imposing presence. He works long, tiring hours, cleaning and maintaining the premises. His appearance reflects his rugged lifestyle: he’s tall, balding, and often a little rough around the edges. Yet, despite the weariness of his job, he possesses a unique confidence and a natural masculinity that stands out.

Rafal and Shubhangi grew to know each other gradually. Their interactions began out of necessity; she would direct him in his tasks around the office, passing by his cleaning cart to offer him her signature smile as she assigned the next job. In time, Rafal took a particular interest in her, finding subtle ways to show his affection—a bouquet of flowers here, a cup of coffee on a cold morning there. At first, Shubhangi brushed off his small acts of kindness, unsure of his intentions, but over time, she softened toward him.

But once he saved my wife from a from a street thief trying to steal her purse. Rafal is strong and brave and man of guts. And he put harms way for her. That incident melted my wife’s heart. From that day forward, Shubhangi found herself looking at Rafal in a new light. She accepted his small gestures with more warmth, allowing herself to enjoy the attention he lavished on her. They started spending time together outside of work, going for coffee or meeting for a quick lunch. Rafal was attentive and generous, always making her feel seen and appreciated. These moments with Rafal brought a spark of joy and excitement into Shubhangi’s life, and soon, their friendship blossomed into something deeper.

There togetherness lead to physical connection, and their physical connection lead to Rafal conquering my wife in bed. Rafal penetrated my wife with vigour of stallion horse and strength of lion. He took my wife with him on weekends with him. He took her to nice places, did fun activities. Bought my wife nice things when she with him. Rafal has penetrated my wife many times since then, and gave my wife many deep orgasms. Which brought deepest pleasure and satisfaction to my wife.

My wife is very happy since she been with him. Being with a man like Rafal she blossomed into a wonderful, happy and fulfilling woman. An intend to continue seeing him and enjoying their time together when she can.

When I first learned of Shubhangi’s connection with Rafal, I struggled to come to terms with it. Feelings of inadequacy crept into my mind, and I found myself grappling with jealousy and a deep sense of confusion. But rather than confront Shubhangi or Rafal, I took a step back to reflect on what this meant for our marriage. I asked myself whether my love for her was strong enough to embrace her happiness, even if that happiness didn’t solely involve me.