Copyright тУТ 2024 By Vyasya. All Rights Reserved.
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This is a dramatized story based on some experiences with my first girlfriend, who is the primary source of my cuckold fantasies and the heroine of most of my cuckold stories. I have taken liberties to make the story readable and to conceal the identities of the culprits. Other characters who have played small cameos in my journey are included, as they too have definitely had a lasting impact on my mind. The story is now being narrated from my first girlfriend's perspective.
This is a story about a cuckold. A cuckold is a husband who derives pleasure from his partner's sex with other men. If this isn't your thing, don't offend yourself and move on.
You are committing an act of perversion by reading this story, and there are no better or worse types of perversion, only those that you like and those that you don't like.
This story is about a husband-wife-and-another-man relationship in which the husband is not the equal of the wife and the wife gravitates toward the other man for sex. The wife is shown to prefer having a deep, intimate bond with another man for extended periods of time and values it more than her marriage. Please refrain from offending yourself if this is not your thing.
You have been cautioned!
Chapter 13: Introducing Ranjan
Sanjay had already introduced Ranjan in the other story, and I knew our story wouldn't be quite complete without him. Ranjan, not his true name, was a few years older than us and studying at the same college. We got introduced to him by my very close friend, Swapna. Swapna fell for his charms during college days and became his girlfriend. Swapna wasn't the brightest, but she was perhaps the most mature person I have known. She knew her strengths and even better her limitations, and hence she accepted a lot of things in her life without questioning them. Swapna had a dusky complexion and was like me in terms of shape, but was quite tall (5' 8"). Swapna, who was well known for throwing tantrums at every small thing, somehow became completely docile in front of Ranjan and succumbed to his advances in record time. Although it was surprising at the beginning, later on I could understand his allure and charm.
Lots of folks knew Ranjan in our college; he was 4 years older than us but was in the same grade as us. He looked a lot more mature, standing tall at 6 feet--a couple of inches taller than Sanjay--but looked similar in height because of his weight. He was quite dark-skinned, even more than Kishore bhai, but was quite charming. He certainly had an air about himself, as he knew everything about everything; folks would flock to him to learn about lots of things. He was worldly wise and knew how to take care of himself; perhaps coming from a rather humble background helps you develop such skills. Sanjay came from a similar background, but he was straight-as-an-arrow and wouldn't do anything unethical. Ranjan didn't view the world in such black-and-white terms, and hence there was always a constant divide between Sanjay and him. Ranjan was a free spirit, always seeking new experiences and pushing boundaries. He thrived on the thrill of taking risks, even if it meant breaking the rules. Sanjay believed in strict adherence to moral principles and never compromised his values. This clash of ideologies often created tension between the two and reared its ugly head. He never viewed Ranjan as his friend and even questioned his character and integrity, but because of my close friendship with Swapna, he never openly expressed his true feelings.
Right at the outset, I knew Ranjan was not the right person for her, but Swapna paid no heed to my advice. It took only a couple of months to realize that he was a man of low morals when he started charming me despite being my close friend's boyfriend. It didn't help that Swapna had rather low self-esteem and was a crybaby. At every juncture, she was compared to me on the beauty scale, and she always fell hopelessly short. Even in terms of intelligence, she was lacking compared to me. So, it was difficult for her, and some of it showed up occasionally, and I was careful about bringing up his wayward ways with her. I remained cautious around him, and to a certain extent, even kept my distance from Swapna. This actually helped me get much closer to Sanjay and, in a way, paved the path for our romance.
Despite my efforts to avoid being alone with Ranjan, he always exploited every opportunity he got. Swapna would drag me and Sanjay on double dates, which infuriated Sanjay, as he despised going out with the two of them. Sanjay felt suffocated by Ranjan's presence and longed for some space away from them. He found it exhausting to be subjected to Ranjan's overpowering personality and was frustrated by his utter disregard for personal boundaries. Despite Sanjay's attempts to distance himself, Ranjan's persistence seemed to know no bounds, leaving Sanjay feeling trapped in an uncomfortable situation. He often complained about Ranjan's pungent body odor and disheveled appearance, making the experience even more unbearable. Sanjay couldn't help but feel a sense of unease whenever Ranjan would ask personal questions about his relationship or flirt with me, his girlfriend. Ranjan took pleasure in pushing the boundaries by courting me, Sanjay's girlfriend. Sanjay knew he had to confront Ranjan about his behavior, even if it meant facing the potential fallout. He couldn't help but wish Swapna would interject and diffuse the tension between them, yet even she was powerless against Ranjan's antics. It became common practice for Ranjan to monopolize our conversations, leaving Sanjay feeling neglected and undermined. Often, both Swapna and Sanjay left me alone in Ranjan's company, as they both felt left out of the conversation. I had become the object of Ranjan's manipulation and possessiveness. It was unsettling to witness how Ranjan would assert his dominance over Sanjay by using me as a symbol of control. I could see the hurt and frustration in Sanjay's eyes as he reluctantly allowed Ranjan to stake claim to me, feeling trapped and unable to assert his own desires. Despite Sanjay's efforts to express his discomfort, Ranjan seemed unfazed, as if he enjoyed the power he held over Sanjay.
Sanjay could never connect with Ranjan, but as time passed, he developed a good rapport with Swapna after he let go of his inhibitions. It was around the time when I met Kishore bhai that Ranjan started pushing the boundaries, and by the end of the year, he had staked his claim over me completely. As Ranjan flaunted his dominance, exerting control over my time during those double dates, Sanjay could only resign himself to being the third wheel. It became a foregone conclusion that Ranjan would monopolize me during those double dates, and both Swapna and Sanjay would accommodate his dominance without question. Soon, they would defer to Ranjan's preferences and decisions, clarifying that he held the highest importance in the group dynamic. It was as if they had accepted that Ranjan was the alpha of our little circle, and there was no room for any objections or resistance.
Swapna lost her virginity to Ranjan around the same time Kishore bhai took mine. It was a strange coincidence, but as Swapna and Ranjan's affair intensified, both Swapna and I were engaged in promiscuous behavior. While Swapna was having sexual encounters with her boyfriend, I was engaging in sexual activities with my boyfriend's neighbor. It became apparent that I had a reputation for being more promiscuous than Swapna, something she eventually came to terms with. Swapna would often regale me with explicit details of their encounters, leaving nothing to the imagination. It was as if she found a sense of liberation in sharing her intimate escapades, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy and be curious about Ranjan. However, I hid my secret affair with Kishore bhai, knowing that revealing it would only complicate matters further and potentially ruin my reputation. Swapna's intimate escapades, however, told me in no uncertain terms that Ranjan was a stallion and was perhaps in Kishore bhai's league. Kishore bhai's constant breeding had already transformed me into a woman, and I had shed some of my inhibitions, which made me look at Ranjan differently. This was a subtle transformation, but perhaps one that paved the path for my affair with Ranjan.
As the days passed, my attraction to Ranjan grew stronger, fueled mostly by my curiosity. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be with him and to experience the same passion and intensity that Swapna had described. The thought of betraying Kishore bhai, the man who had awakened my sensuality, weighed heavily on my conscience, but the allure of Ranjan's undeniable magnetism was becoming harder to resist. Still, it was my decision to truly cuckold Sanjay that solidified my desire to pursue a relationship with Ranjan. Ranjan had the aura and the charm to push all of Sanjay's buttons, which made me believe he could fulfill the desires I had been suppressing for so long. The idea of watching Sanjay's jealousy consume him while I indulged in a passionate affair with Ranjan was tempting, almost intoxicating. It was a power play that I had never experienced before--a thrill that I couldn't resist. It was a risky choice, one that could have severe life altering consequences, but the temptation was simply too alluring to ignore. Yet I didn't have to do much, as Sanjay's jealousy was already building up, fueled by the mere presence of Ranjan in our lives. Every interaction between them seemed to ignite a fiery competition for my attention. The tension was visible, and I reveled in the power dynamics at play. I didn't have to do much because their rivalry escalated naturally, with each of them vying for my affection in their own way.
As the year rolled by, Ranjan successfully staked his claim and established himself as the dominant figure in our relationship. Sanjay, unable to bear the weight of his insecurities and the constant competition, subtly took a step back and acknowledged that he couldn't compete with Ranjan. At home, Kishore bhai had established himself as the alpha male, and in our close-knit friend circle, it was Ranjan who took that role. Sanjay's resentment towards Kishore bhai and Ranjan grew steadily. His subtle withdrawal from the competition showed his acknowledgement of their dominance. The more Sanjay observed their assertive behavior, the more he withdrew, silently accepting his subordinate position. Kishore bhai's subtle power plays were carefully concealed, but Ranjan took pleasure in flaunting his superiority, leaving Sanjay feeling belittled and resentful.
Even as Sanjay simmered inside, I knew he yearned to assert himself, regain his self-esteem, and prove to me that he was no less than either of them. His quiet nature and lack of confidence made it difficult for him to confront Kishore bhai and Ranjan directly. Deep down, he hoped that by asserting himself, often at the wrong junctures, he could challenge the dominance of Ranjan and reclaim his girlfriend from him. It reminded me of Mamta's description of the last type of men, who, despite knowing that they are not real men, always try to prove otherwise. Strangely, Sanjay never tried to outdo Kishore bhai, but with Ranjan, he would always be on the verge of pulling a stunt.
Sanjay's choice to confront Ranjan instead of Kishore bhai puzzled me initially, but as time went on, Sanjay saw Ranjan as a bigger threat to his masculinity and ego. Unlike Kishore bhai, who seemed content with the physical aspect of our relationship, Ranjan desired a deeper level of ownership over me. Sanjay's jealousy and discomfort likely stemmed from his fear of losing me to someone who wanted more than just a casual encounter. In his eyes, Ranjan's desire for emotional intimacy posed a greater challenge to Sanjay's masculinity and ego.
