Extremely Erotic Cuckold story – Part 1

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This is imaginary story, don’t take it personally or religiously, I have another story with muslim cuckold and hindu bull.
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Part 1
I am Avinash Joshi. I am married to Shilpa. I am 28 and Shilpa is 24.I work as a civil engineer in a company and my wife worked as a receptionist in a company. We have been happily married for last 4 years. There was just one glitch in our marriage. I couldn’t father a child due a serious problem and unfortunately it was not curable. Initially Shilpa and I fought bitterly over it, but after some time, we agreed that there was nothing that we could do about it. And finally we had agreed that either we would adopt a baby or we would go for a test tube baby with sperm coming from a sperm bank and marriage had settled in smooth rhythm since then. Or so I thought till 1 year back.

We stay in Thane and one night (round about 1 year back) we were coming back from a late night movie. I still vividly remember it as if it had happened yesterday. We were coming just near our home when we saw a group of people just ahead of our auto. The auto stopped and suddenly one man came towards the side and looked inside.

“Hey Chikni, where are you going honey, it’s so late?” He looked at my wife and asked her. He was clearly drunk and was smelling of alcohol. Both of understood that this was a group of eve teasers and they were emboldened by the fact that there was nobody at the road.
“Who are you to ask me that? You are drunk. Go away to your home.” Shilpa looked back at him and replied coldly but not very offensively.

“Who am I? We are protectors of our culture, you bitch. People like you go to movies, roam round late at night with other men and spoil out culture. “He sniggered at her and then looked at me. His eyes were bloodshot and suddenly I realized who this man was. He stayed at our locality and I had often seen him.
“He is my husband and what time I roam with him is none of your business.” Shilpa retorted back at him, but suddenly he lunged forward and grabbed my wife’s hand. But Shilpa quickly slapped him on the face with her other hand. He left her hand but the other men had now come from other side of the auto and they grabbed me and pulled me out. The man also grabbed my wife and pulled her out of the auto. My wife started shouting for help, but there was no one on the road at that time and our pleas went on deaf ears. The auto driver also ran away instead of helping us as one man from the group pulled out a dagger and threatened him with it.

Soon three men held me and one man was pulling my wife towards the corner of the road.

“Stop it, leave my wife alone.” I shouted at the top of my voice, but one man holding me put the dagger he was carrying to my neck and motioned me to shut up. I kept struggling as I saw my wife being pulled away and in danger of being raped, but man with dagger slapped me twice. I was shaking with fear and hatred as the man with my wife kept misbehaving with my wife and the group kept taunting me.
But just as I felt the end had come, we all heard a car coming our way. It came and suddenly stopped right in front of us. The door opened and I saw a huge man, around 6 feet 3 and well built coming out of the car. I quickly recognized him. His name was Javed Khan and he was a local corporator. He was 31, but he already had a good career going in politics thanks to his father. He was also a local builder and very powerful connections.

“Help please; these men are trying to violate my wife.” I shouted at him as he came closer to them.
“What the hell are you doing, you motherfuckers?” He bellowed as he towered over the man who was holding my wife by her wrist. Apparently even the men knew that he was a corporator and didn’t want to mess with him. But even before he could say anything, Javed grabbed his hand then slapped him hard. He left my wife’s hand and started mumbling.

“I am sorry sir; we were just asking them some questions as to why they were roaming around so late?” He replied apologetically as he rubbed the cheek on which Javed had slapped him.
“Who the fuck are you to ask them anything?” Do you think you are police or something? Now shut the fuck up and leave them alone. Go home fucking assholes and all of you.” He looked challengingly towards the other men who had already released me and they kind of cowered before his gaze.

Nobody spoke a thing as all of them quickly made their way and disappeared quickly in the dark. I sighed with relief as Shilpa came towards me and we both looked up to our savior.
Shilpa was the first one to speak. She extended her hand towards Javed and said. “Thank you very much for your help. If you hadn’t come, I don’t know what would have happened.” Javed took my wife’s hand, but instead of accepting her thanks, he shouted at me.

“Are you eunuch or something? They were trying to rape your wife and instead of attacking the man you were squirming like a rat asking for help. It’s shame on you fucking asshole.” His volley of words hit me like somebody had biffed me. But Shilpa quickly tried to help me.
“I am sorry, but they were too many and it happened too suddenly. Thanks a lot for your help.” She shook his hand once more. Javed softened a bit and smiled at her.
“You should take care roaming at night. Where do you stay? Javed asked her.
“We live in Asmita Park. It’s close by.” She motioned our society by her hand.
“I know it. Come on, I will drop you.” We both moved silently towards his car as Shilpa sat in the front seat while I sat in the behind seat. Javed drove the car and we got out of the pretty quickly. Shilpa thanked Javed once again and we got in our society and came in the flat without saying a word to each other.
From next day on, I simply forgot about the incident and for me life went on. But somehow I started to sense that something about Shilpa had changed. I couldn’t understand what it was, but there was a kind of feeling that I had. She was somewhat distant about me. I tried to talk to her about it, but she avoided the subject and just furtively answered me.

Another week went by and I was coming home from office in Auto one day. I saw Shilpa just in front of our home. Right in front of my eyes, she got out of a car. I instantly recognized the car as belonging to Javed. She seemed to have just come from her office. She got out of the car and then turned around and leaned in the window. I saw Javed’s face as he leaned out of the window a bit as he faced Shilpa. Shilpa was resting her hands on the hood of the car as she talked to Javed. She was wearing a Punjabi Dress and her dupatta had ridden high right up to her neck. So her full 36 C breasts were staring right in Javed’s face. I could clearly see that Javed was clearly looking at my wife’s boobs as he talked to her.

What surprised me was the response from Shilpa as Javed stared at her lovely tits. As he talked to her she laughed and she was quite aware of Javed’s gaze on her tits. But she made no attempt to cover her tits with dupatta. In fact she even arched her body so that her boobs were pushed forward. I watched them as they were engrossed in conversation. Finally Shilpa pulled back from the car and waived her hand to Javed as she said good bye. I saw Javed’s car roll forward and Shilpa turned around and walked towards our building. I followed her quickly but kept the distance between us. I entered the society gate just as she turned one corner and I lost her. When I caught up with her, she was already in the building and was opening the door of our flat.

“Hey, when did you come?” She asked me as she noticed me and opened the door of the flat.
We both entered the flat together and removed our foot wear.
“I was just behind you actually. I saw you talking to Javed.” I noticed a small sense of embarrassment in her demeanor as I mentioned this.
“I was waiting at bus stop for bus when he drove by. So he offered me a ride home.” She didn’t need to explain anything if there was nothing wrong with it. I wouldn’t have thought another second about it had I not seen my lovely wife literally pushing her tits in Javed’s face with my own eyes. The moment she tried to explain it, I noticed a sense of guilt in her voice. For the first time in my married life , I felt that my wife was lying to me. But I just nodded and went in the bedroom. Shilpa went in the bathroom and I heard the shower running.

For the next few days, again I forgot about everything but every now and then I got some kind of premonition that something was wrong. Somehow I felt that Shilpa had changed. The changes were very small, not very noticeable, but I sensed them. Since my wife worked as a receptionist, her job was not very performance oriented. So always got off the job at exactly 6 and reached home at around 6:45 like a clock every day. I hadn’t seen any change in this in my entire married life.

But since that fateful night, she started getting late sometimes. I didn’t come to know about it till one day I wasn’t feeling well and decided to come home early. I reached home at around 4 PM and slept. I was expecting Shilpa at the same time, but instead she came home at almost 8. I normally reach home by about 8. She was surprised and a bit embarrassed to find me at home. When I asked her where she was, she said that she was out with her office friends and got late. Again this was the second time that I felt that she was lying. She herself had so many times told me how she hated hobnobbing with her office colleagues and preferred to leave office as early as possible. I wanted to ask her something else, but she quickly went into the bathroom without giving me any chance to ask any questions. This made me even more suspicious. However I said nothing and skipped the topic. But in my mind, I decided that I needed to investigate this further.

So I started to keep a watch on some things. One thing that I decided to watch for was her cell phone. So every day I would look at her cell phone calls and tried to find any messages and calls that looked strange. Within a week, I noticed that she received a call from a landline number almost every day at least twice or thrice. As per my knowledge, I was the only one who called her every day from landline. And my number was different than this one. I kept a watch and confirmed my finding for almost 15-20 days and made sure that I was right.

Next weekend, Shilpa wanted to go home to meet her parents. She went away on Friday night. I came home after dropping her to rail way station. Now I had 2 days to think and plan my further action. Till now all I had found was 1 landline number.
After I came back home, I took up the telephone directory and looked up the number that I had written down in my cell phone. It was registered under the name of Mehboob Trading Company and also had an address. The address was in Thane. I noted down the address in my pocket diary and decided to check it next day.

The next day, I went down to the address. And I wasn’t surprised to find that this address was just near to where Shilpa’s office was. In fact it was just 5 minutes walk from her office building. I went to a paan shop that was just next to the building. I asked the guy at the counter for a cigarette. He handed me the cigarette and I used the lighter to light it. I started some small talk about weather with the guy at the counter. I chatted with him some time and asked for one more cigarettes.

Finally as I finished the second cigarette, I broached the subject that was closest to my mind.
“Hey do you know who is owner of this trading company? I am trying to do some business with them, but don’t know who should I approach. Every time I come, there is just that receptionist there and no one else.” I flicked the cigarette ash casually as I said this and pointed to the trading company shop. He looked in the direction I was pointing to and replied.

“That belongs to the corporator from Kalwa area. His name is Javed Khan. Very rich and powerful guy I have heard.” He started making one paan as he said this.

My heart skipped a beat as I took it in. So there it was.
“Do you know who is in charge of the office? I mean if I wanted to meet someone there, like a manager or something” I tried to sound as genuine as possible.
“There is no manager or something. Javed himself uses it as his base. And it’s just show piece, this office.

His real business is something else. He is in real estate, but is more of a goon. He has lots of contacts in underworld as well as politics. Police are in his pocket as well as judges.” I looked at the small looking office as I listened to him going on about Javed.
‘So you mean Javed comes here every day” I just wanted to confirm it.
“Yes, every day. You see that red car, that’s his. He comes in that every day.” He pointed to a beautiful red Passat car parked in the compound. But it was different that the one that he had seen.
“Is there anybody other in that office? I mean a receptionist or manager?” I continued in the same vein just to confirm if somebody else may be calling her from that number, but I was sure nobody else could call her from that number except Javed.
“Yes, there is one receptionist. She opens the office and closes it every day. But there is nobody except her.” But now he looked bored with all my questioning and as another customer came along, he started talking to him. So I also said good bye one he stopped talking to the other guy and paid him for cigarettes. After that I got an auto and went home. I had much to think and do now. Now that I was sure that Javed was calling my wife every day, I had to find out more.

The next day I opened my laptop and connected to internet first thing in the morning. I knew that Shilpa often used my laptop for checking her emails, accessing her facebook account. What she didn’t know was that I had installed a key logger program in my laptop that logged all the keyboard keys and stored them for over 6 months. It was mandatory policy of our company, although the key database would be stored on the laptop itself. And I could access all those keystrokes using software and know all the keys and my wife had pressed with her login.

I opened the keystroke database and filtered it for all key strokes entered by Shilpa. Soon enough I found www.facebook.com and then immediately after, I found her user name and then her password. I never was social networking guy even when I was working software and didn’t even have a facebook account myself. But I knew about it and how it could be used.

Then I logged on the facebook using her account. And there it was. Right up there on the top was Javed’s most recent post. It read “Hi sexpot, would you like to come to Lonavala this week end?” It was dated Wednesday. I checked for her reply and it read “I don’t know if I can manage it.”
But now I was pretty sure where Shilpa was now. She definitely wasn’t with her parents. I quickly checked all the posts from Javed. There were a whooping 115 messages from him. I started right at the bottom, right at the first messages. As I expected, the first one was just a week after that fateful night. Initially the messages were pretty innocuous.

“Do you remember me? I am Javed.”
“How are you doing? Where do you work?”
“Would you like to talk to me on phone? This is my number.”
“Would you like to meet some day? How about some coffee?
I checked my wife’s replies as well and she seemed pretty responsive to him. Soon enough I found one reply in which my wife had shared her number with him.

Messages like this had gone on for almost 3 months and then suddenly the messages had reduced in number, but the tone had changed. Probably because she had shared number now they talked on the phone rather than on facebook. Now the messages had much more personal tone.
“You looked very sexy in that red sari today. Why don’t you wear a sleeveless blouse with that? You would look lovely with your naked arms.”
“Hey beautiful, you looked amazing today with open hair. Why don’t you keep it open all the time?”
“I would like to have some of your pictures baby. Please post some for me.”
And then finally there was one about going to Lonavala. I was shocked to the core. My wife was having a serious affair with Javed. But I couldn’t find much more from facebook as there was nothing much in it. I stored her user name and password in a password protected file and saved it. Then got up and went to shower. I needed to freshen up.

Once I had done so, I called up Shilpa’s parents and confirmed that she wasn’t with them as I expected. She wasn’t and that was the end of that. All I needed to decide was what I can do about it. I couldn’t do anything till Shilpa got back and she had said that she will be back on Sunday night.
I was terribly angry and pissed off as I waited for Shilpa on Sunday night. It was almost 8:30 PM when I finally decided to call Shilpa. But just as I was about to dial, I finally heard our door bell ring. I got up from the sofa and opened the door and there she was. She came inside and put her suitcase down on the floor.
“How was your trip to your parents?” I asked her as she removed her sandals and sat on the sofa. I closed the door. I meant it to mock her, but the coolness with which she answered really surprised me.
“Yes, it was good. Daddy was asking why you didn’t come.” It really blew up my patience. She was cheating on me. She wasn’t even with her dad and she had the cool impertinence telling me he asked why I didn’t come.

“You bitch; do you think I am that stupid?” My outburst surprised her as she reeled back.
“Why are you talking like that?” Shilpa got up and tried to come up to me. But even before she could reach me, I slapped her face hard. Shilpa was shocked and she swayed and reeled on the sofa once again.
“You slut, since you have met Javed, you have been cheating on me. I know you never went to your parents. I know you were with Javed in Lonavala getting fucked by him.” Shilpa looked incredulous and tried to get up. But I advanced on her and grabbed her hair.
“Do you think I am an idiot not to find out a simple thing like that?” Shilpa cried out as I hurt her hair.
“Avinash, you are mistaken. There must be some misunderstanding.” But I pulled her hard and slapped her once again. I was really angry and simply was not in control of myself.
“You lying bitch, I have seen your facebook posts as well as I have called your parents. They knew nothing about you coming to meet them.” Shilpa’s eyes widened as she judged the truth in my eyes. She looked at me in fear, but I tried to slap her once again. This time she evaded my hand and twisted her hand and got herself free.

“You are crazy, I was at home.” But even she knew that her arguments were useless and she knew it. She kept watching me as I went on ranting about her. But she kept on crying and I kept hitting her a few times before she finally got up and ran away to her bedroom and locked her in.

I banged on the bedroom door for quite some time, but she didn’t open and finally I stopped after shouting after her for quite some time. Then I went in and slept on the sofa.

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