Chapter 5

Komal narrates:

I woke up with a smile on my face. A delicious dream had left me wet and aching with need, my fingers still tangled between my thighs. Like most of my dreams these days, this one was sexually charged too, a man pumping his substantially large cock in and out of my pussy, while I begged for more.

No ... I was not dreaming of Nitin, my husband of two years. Instead, these days all my dreams were taken over by a different man ... my new ‘lover’ - Rahul Oberoi.

In fact, my husband was fast asleep in the adjoining hotel room, I could hear his snores from here. Meanwhile I was in my bed, naked under the covers, dreaming such dreams about someone who wasn’t my husband.

How did we get here? How did I go from a loving, faithful wife to a slut, secretly masturbating to the visions of another man fucking her?

I had started ‘dating’ Rahul as a ruse, to sell the story that I was single ... to remove any doubt that Nitin and I were in anyway romantically involved. And to scare our colleague, Patil, enough so that he won’t dig further and discover the real truth ... that Nitin and I were actually married. All in the hopes to save our jobs at Hotel Sapphire.

It all made sense in the beginning - the ‘why’ and the ‘how’ of this ruse. And I had very clear boundaries of where my pretense ended and the sanctity of my marriage started.

But over the last few days, those boundaries had become quite blurred, so much so that I don’t know if I am the same Komal I used to be, and whether I can ever go back to being her.

Why?

Because the most unexpected factor in this whole story was Rahul, and more importantly the effect he was starting to have on me.

Be it his charm, his looks or his seductive personality ... this man had awakened something dark and hungry inside me.

And as a result, he was breaking down all my barriers, one by one.

Whenever I was with Rahul, I kept losing my sense of right or wrong. In this pretense of getting ‘wooed’ by him, at some point, I actually did start getting seduced by him. I didn’t even realize how and when that happened.

In the beginning, I thought I’d just limit our physical interaction to kissing ... nothing more! That should’ve been enough to sell the ruse of us as a couple, enough to keep him satisfied. Or so I thought.

Soon, that kissing progressed to some heavy groping, and for some reason I didn’t stop it. The fact is, I was quite turned on by Rahul too. One thing led to another and I ended up letting him put his fingers in me one night. Rahul brought me to a mind-altering orgasm that night, all the while making me watch at a couple having sex, through a telescope. It was the kinkiest thing I’d ever done until that point in my life. But it was also the best orgasm I’d ever had until that point too.

That incident opened the floodgates for me. From that day onwards, I secretly started looking forward to that high, that only Rahul seemed to be able to give me. He knew his way around a woman’s body, especially my body. Rahul had made me cum harder than my own husband ever could, several times.

I still loved my husband, of course. Nitin, or Nutty as I like to call him, was my first, perhaps my only love. With Rahul, it wasn’t love, it was something else entirely - something primal, something that makes my heart race and my body ache with need.

I rolled over in bed, my fingers going in faster and deeper, with a sense of urgency. I wondered what Rahul would do to me right at this moment, if he were in my bed right now ... and what would I do to him...

The memory of yesterday’s events were flooding my mind. Yet again, I had become putty in Rahul’s hands. He had me change into the lingerie he had picked for me, which meant he got to see ... all of me. It was one of the most sluttiest things I’d ever done in public, yet another line I had crossed for the very first time. But within minutes, I crossed that limit again, by giving Rahul a blowjob right there in the dressing room.

I still don’t understand what exactly went through my head when I decided to do it. To get on my knees and take his cock into my mouth.

Maybe it was the feeling of guilt - Rahul had given me so many orgasms up till that point, but I kept denying him sex. Maybe it was the look of disappointment on his face when I said ‘no’ to him in that dressing room - I couldn’t handle the look he gave me. I didn’t want him to be unhappy with me. In that moment, I’d have done anything in my power to give him pleasure. And so, I did.

The memory of his taste was still fresh in my mind. I didn’t know what to expect when I first licked his cock in the dressing room yesterday. But when I tasted that first drop of precum, I realized I was in trouble. I didn’t really know what cocks were supposed to taste like, but Rahul’s had me hooked from the first lick. Salty, with a hint of something musky and intoxicating, it was quickly become my favorite flavor and I was getting addicted to it.

And it wasn’t just the taste and the smell, Rahul had ... I don’t know any other way to describe it ... a beautiful cock. I was mesmerized by the shape of its head, emerging from its hood as I pull back the foreskin, the thickness of the veins along the length of his shaft, forming paths for me to follow with my tongue. His beautiful cock had awoken my inner slut.

I’d told Nutty that I’d given Rahul a blowjob only twice, once in the dressing room and once again in the Hotel parking lot. And while it was true that Rahul had cum in my mouth only twice, I’d actually sucked his cock three additional times yesterday. Twice in the car and once in the dance club’s bathroom.

I didn’t tell Nutty about those because ... all of those times - it was I who had initiated it.

Why was I behaving like this?

Why couldn’t I stop thinking about the way Rahul’s cock felt in my mouth, the way it pulsed and throbbed when I took him deep. I’d never given a blowjob to Nitin, or anyone for that matter, before Rahul. Yes, I’d kissed Nutty’s dick a few times during sex, especially in the early days of our marriage, but I never gave him a proper blowjob. I’d found the idea a bit unnatural, and Nutty never pushed me on the subject.

But with Rahul, somehow, it felt ‘right’. Like it was the obvious thing to do ... like his cock deserved to be in my mouth, to be worshipped, to be pleasured ... by me.

Why was I such a cock hungry slut for Rahul, but not my own husband?

I didn’t know the answers to any of these questions, and I didn’t really care at this moment. My fingers were pumping in and out of my pussy now, my thumb rubbing my clit in fast, tight circles. I put three fingers from my other hand into my mouth, sucking them like a cock, imagining it was Rahul between my lips. It was in no way close to what his actual cock felt like, but for now, it would have to do.

In a few seconds, I came with a shudder, my body convulsing as I imagined Rahul’s thick cock filling my mouth, his fingers tangling in my hair, his hips thrusting forward as he fucked my face. Just like he did yesterday.

It was 6:30 AM and I was getting ready for the gym. I could hear Nutty’s snores from the adjoining room, still sleeping. Typically, I used to tell him before I left for the gym. But I didn’t want to wake him up right now ... last night’s events were still playing heavily on my mind, and I had no desire to deal with that, or him ... right now.

Just like me, Nutty had changed over the last few days too. I could tell that he still loved me, adored me even, but he was no longer the masculine, possessive, strong-willed Nitin Yadav I once knew. He seemed to have stumbled upon a new side of himself, a side that got turned on by the thought of me being with another man.

I know I shouldn’t judge someone I love, but I also can’t help but feel that his kink of being cuckolded, was making him seem like, to me, a weak, submissive, shell of a man.

I know it was not his fault, and it was just his nature at this point ... but it wasn’t something my brain was able to ignore either.

He had also developed this new persona - jealous, insecure and whining which was making him come off as even more undesirable.

As his wife, I know I shouldn’t be feeling this way, but I look at him now and I don’t even feel aroused anymore. In fact, for the last few days I had been unable to bring myself to have sex with Nutty - he had initiated it a few times and I just couldn’t do it. Perhaps it was my primal, evolutionary brain telling me that there is a new alpha in my life, and that my husband was no longer my mate?

That thought scared me. I felt like Nutty and I were adrift in an ocean of our own making, with no land in sight. And I don’t know how to navigate us back to shore. I don’t see us ever returning to who we used to be.

My thoughts were interrupted by a ding on my phone.

“Morning babe, waiting for you...”, Rahul’s message lit up my phone.

I couldn’t control the smile spreading on my face, and the fluttering of my heart.

“Be there in 5!” I replied.

The gym was empty except for me and Rahul, both of us on treadmills, side by side. I was glad it was empty because my choice of athletic clothing today was on the risqué side of things. A tight cropped sports bra that barely contained my boobs. And the tiniest pair of black spandex shorts that hugged my ass like a second skin.

I asked myself why I’d chosen this outfit for today. One part of my brain said, it had nothing to do with Rahul. But the other part spoke the truth - I knew Rahul would love it, and turning him on was becoming my favorite new hobby.

After we got done with cardio, Rahul pulled me into a corner and we made out like two horny teenagers. I didn’t even put up a show of resistance because ... well what was the point? Again, I was super glad the gym was empty! He revved up my engine to the max, and then it was time for strength training.

After a few starter stretches we moved to the bench press. It was Rahul’s turn first while I spotted him. He laid back on the bench, shirtless, his massive chest expanding with each breath, his biceps flexing as he gripped the bar. I couldn’t help but stare at the way his abs tightened with each rep, the way his sweat glistened under the gym lights. I could sense myself getting wet just watching him work out.

And then it was my turn.

I laid back on the bench, my heart pounding as Rahul positioned himself over me. His hands gripped the barbell, his biceps flexing as he helped me lift it off the rack. I did well on the first two repetitions, but I struggled with the last one. My arms were shaking, my muscles burning, but Rahul wouldn’t let me give up without a fight.

“You can do it babe, come on! Just one more...” Rahul’s hands were under my elbows, ready to catch if I failed.

“I can’t Rahul ... I am done!” I gasped, my arms trembling under the weight of the barbell.

“Think how happy you will be, once you finish the set. This is the heaviest set you’ve ever done Komal ... let’s go!” Rahul’s voice was low and commanding.

With one final push and with all my might, I finally did it and Rahul immediately put the barbell back on the rack.

“Good girl!” Rahul growled, his hands still gripping the barbell, his body hovering over mine.

I don’t know if I was emotional from lifting the heaviest I’d ever done or because I was horny from earlier in the day, or maybe because he called me a ‘good girl’, but something made the neurons in my brain light up. Still laying down on that bench, looking up at Rahul, I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I didn’t even think twice.