Extremely Erotic Cuckold story – Part 1

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Hi All
This is imaginary story, don’t take it personally or religiously, I have another story with muslim cuckold and hindu bull.
So just relax and enjoy this extremely erotic Cuckold story.

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.

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