Preface:
This is a vignette of a dramatic incident in the life of a man who struggles with himself over his wife's infidelity against his own reconciliation with his deepest fears and desires. The cuckold story is a titillating portrayal of the psychological angst that characterizes a loving, female-dominated, cuckold marriage.
It takes place in modern India. There are 3 characters. Manu is the hapless cuckold married to his beautiful wife Kavita. His dominant wife Kavita is having a sexual relationship with Prem. Prem is Kavita's ex who has moved into their home and rekindled her desires.
Over time, various trials, misunderstandings, humiliations, and difficult experiences have gradually edged Manu towards a "reluctant embracing" of his repressed desires to be a submissive sissy cuckold. Under the steady erosion of his masculinity, Manu has descended deeper into psychological despair, torn apart by the simmering internal battle between his culturally ingrained expectations of what it means to be a man against his own demons that revel in the submission to his wife and to the manly man whom she has embraced.
A year into the relationship. Prem has taken over as the man of the house. He has implemented rules governing Manu's cuckolding and submission, and remade the couple's bedroom into his private harem. Kavita has embraced the changes, actively sought the extramarital adventures, and locked her husband's penis in a chastity cage to keep his temperament in control. Manu has expressed his resentments but given Kavita mixed signals about his true feelings. Recently, he has become increasingly paranoid that Prem will impregnate his wife and ultimately woo her away completely.
A Cuckold Learns His Place
It seemed that Kavita's attachment to Prem was more readily on public display than ever. She appeared to be in love with him, and they acted inseparable at times, sitting on the sofa like a newlywed couple. I noticed that Kavita was not dressing in revealing tank tops lately. Was she trying to hide something? Or was it because it was too cold? I wondered if she had gotten a piercing on her navel to wear the belly ring that Prem had given her, a sore reminder of a jewelry with his initials to mark her as his territory. But on one occasion when she wore a sari, I caught a passing glimpse of her navel and did not see any such ring.
Over the next week, I noted how she chose not to drink. She might have been avoiding it just to stay healthy and fit, but it made me wonder if she was avoiding alcohol because of the possibility that she was pregnant. However, that made no sense, given that she just had her period, unless, of course, she was trying to get pregnant starting now. My mind was spinning out of control.
The next morning, I decided to address my insecurities. I informed my colleagues that I would come late to the office today. After the others left, I entered the forbidden harem. I reflected with angst on the presence of my wife's clothes and accessories throughout the room, and bristled at the presence of Prem's belongings where mine once used to be. Yet, I did not have time to dawdle and wallow in self-pity. I checked Kavita's drawers to confirm if she was taking her birth control. The empty pill packets suggested that she was taking them on schedule, assuming she wasn't just throwing them away to fool me. I did not find any anti-nausea medications that one might have expected a pregnant woman to use in the first trimester. I checked other drawers for any sign of pregnancy test kits, and I rifled through her papers to find evidence of any appointments with her gynecologist, but I found nothing. Maybe she was not pregnant or attempting to get pregnant after all. I breathed a sigh of relief.
I should have headed to the office, but I had some time to distract myself. A crushing pull of curiosity led me to lift the lid to the laundry hamper, revealing Prem's underwear and Kavita's racy undergarments. I moved aside his boxers with one finger. Underneath, I caught sight of my wife's bras and panties. My heartbeat quickened as I scooped out Kavita's panties to examine them for evidence of sexual activity. The gusset was stained whitish beige with a texture conveying heaviness of viscous fluids. I grimaced as I lifted the panties close to my nose to absorb the familiar scent of earthy pussy combined with festering sex, best described as musky, pungent, salty, sweaty, and primal, like the ocean. With shaking hands, I repeated the sniff test with another pair of crusty panties from two nights ago. Her scent made me weak in the knees with lust, so deliciously sweet the lure of prohibited pleasures!
How I wished I could masturbate into them, if only my penis were not locked inside a chastity belt! Regardless, I lowered my pants and proceeded to rub both pairs of panties against my genitals despite the presence of the metal cage preventing stimulation. I closed my eyes, vicariously fantasizing about the pleasurable enjoyments of female company denied to me.
Suddenly, my heart jumped frightfully when I heard noises of the front door opening. I panicked. Before I could throw the panties back inside the hamper and pull my pants up to hide away somewhere, the bedroom door opened. A shocked Kavita looked at me, speechless. She stood in the doorway, arms crossed, mouth aghast. I had totally forgotten that she had not gone to work but rather taken the day off for personal reasons. No wonder she was back home at this unexpected hour.
Kavita demanded to know, "Manu, what are you doing at home right now? And why are you here? You know you're prohibited from entering the harem without permission!" I stood frozen. She pointed towards me with hands on her hips. "What's in your hands?"
She had caught me red-handed, snooping through her dirty underwear. I attempted to place the panties back inside, but she warned me to stop. "Don't do anything. Just stay exactly as you are right now."
I attempted to explain myself, but Kavita held her hand up. "Manu, don't make it worse by trying to rationalize it. You did this before with my sister's panties, and with mine last year, and each time you got caught. I let it go with a warning both times and you promised never to do it again. And yet, here we are again. And for what? You can't even masturbate inside the chastity cage, so what's the point?"
"I'm so sorry," I stammered. "I can explain."
"I don't want to hear any explanation. There is NO legitimate excuse! I had gone to the temple to do a special prayer for us, and this is what you were doing? You should be ashamed," Kavita stated firmly. I was surprised to see Kavita start crying over this. "Manu, I know you're better than this! Why? How could you? You were on track with cooperative and obedient behavior and set for a delicious release this weekend. Why would you jeopardize that?" she sobbed.
"I'm sorry," I replied.
She held her hand up. "We'll talk about this incident in the evening!"
I sweated it out the rest of the day. She must have explained to Prem what she discovered. That evening, Prem summoned me to the living room. I presented myself, dressed in a tight-fitting woman's nightwear outfit, having shaved my body as the rules required. I apologized for entering his harem and looking around. "Honestly, Sir, I just wanted to learn if Kavita was pregnant. The other day, when you congratulated her after looking at her belly, I could not sleep well. Your refusal to share the reasons for your comment felt unfair."
"Manu, your wife told you afterwards that she was not pregnant. Do you not trust her?"
"I do trust her, but temptation overcame me. I'm sorry!"
Kavita interjected, "Manu, I find it hard to believe your reasoning. I just had my period, so you knew that I could not be pregnant. Moreover, I caught you with my panties wrapped around your caged penis. Such behavior has nothing to do with establishing whether I am pregnant."
