Indian Cucold Husband's Journey

We reached to the pub. Rishabh was already drunk. We intentionally took the corner seat. He ordered two large whiskeys and fries.

"Bro, your wife is riding your driver. It's not making sense." -- Rishabh commented. He further asked - "Who does Rashmi sleep with at night?"

"Adnan" - I responded.

"So, you sleep in the guest room while Rashmi fucks him?" -- He was intrigued.

"Adnan does it in front of me, and then I leave for the guest room." -- I couldn't hide it.

"Holy shit Adi, you could have told me all these" -- Rishabh gulped the entire glass of whiskey.

"Why?" -- I was confused.

"Now you know things, but I don't know if she told you. We have done things." -- Rishabh said with a guilty face.

"What do you mean?"

"I and Rashmi came closer when you went to the UK for a few months. Before your return, we decided to discontinue this relationship."

"Are you for real?" -- I felt betrayed. I remembered when Rashmi told me in Bali that it wasn't her first time; I assumed she was discussing relationships before our marriage.

"I am sorry, Adi, but we couldn't control it. Now even I feel betrayed by that bitch. Fucking a lowly driver." -- Thankfully, Rishabh was drunk. Otherwise, he was smart enough to twist these words to keep himself clean.

I understood he had developed a soft feeling for Rashmi, and seeing her with Adnan made him furious. I realised this was a natural reaction of a man with a promiscuous wife, which I had never shown. Maybe Adnan was right; I was just a eunuch, as he thought most Bengali men were.

I received a WhatsApp message from Adnan containing a picture. When I opened it, it shook my whole body. It was Rashmi in an untidy room wearing a bra and short skirt. It didn't even cover her ass. Adnan and two unknown men were sitting next to her. After 10 mins, he shared a short clip next; it was Rashmi serving food to them, which looked like biryani; Rashmi was topless. Her bra was in the hands of one of those unknown guys.

I called both of them, but neither answered. Adnan loved playing mind games.

"What happened?" -- Rishabh asked.

I showed him the picture Adnan shared. Rishabh couldn't see it properly at first, but later, he snatched my phone and looked at it disgustedly.

"Your wife has turned into a slutty bitch" -- He remarked.

"My wife, did you think about it before fucking my wife, asshole" -- I was furious at him.

"Calm down, Adi. I am sorry, but does it really matter? You are a cuckold anyway." -- He retorted.

I couldn't control myself. I grabbed his collar. "Don't you dare" -- I murmured.

"Don't create a scene here; otherwise, I will scream and tell everyone what your loving wife is doing right now with your driver and his friends", -- Rishabh whispered in my ears.

I left his collar.

"Let's go to your home; anyway, your wife won't return tonight, " Rishabh said.

Rishabh paid the bill, and we headed to my flat. We entered the flat. We picked up two bottles of whiskey on the way.

Rishabh went to the kitchen and checked if ice cubes were available. He was very drunk and wanted to drink more. He called me in the kitchen.

"I fucked that bitch on this kitchen slab. She was screaming in pleasure" -- Rishabh was relishing his memory with my wife.

I was feeling horrible but didn't say anything as he was drunk, and whatever he was saying was true. I asked him to sit on the sofa. I grabbed two glasses and a few ice cubes. I poured a large peg for him.

While I was sipping my drink, I received another message from Adnan. It was a one-minute video clip, which I played.

Rashmi was sitting on the floor and it looked dirty. Adnan and his two friends were standing around her, naked. She only wore sindoor, red bindi. She didn't even have a thread on her body. They were making Rashmi suck their dicks, in turns. I closed my eyes, seeing it. I lost faith in my wife's morality. I thought they were forcing her, but the smile on her face was telling a different story.

It reminded me of what happened in the morning. I installed the Instagram app and created a fake profile. I searched for Rashmi's profile. There were only three pictures now: one from morning, her cleavage wide open, and another from afternoon taken by me. Her sexy legs were getting highlighted in the picture. The third one was the video; it was a point-of-view suggestive blowjob video taken by Adnan as I could recognise his voice in the background. All of her pictures got more than 100 likes. Since morning, I believe she has had significant jumps in her followers. The comment section was humiliating, especially on her reels. People commented, asking her rates. I was at least thankful no one from my family knew about her Instagram.

I opened WhatsApp and typed, "Please let her take a rest. She has got up early today due to puja." I sent it to Adnan. I received a reply after 10 mins.

"We will fuck your slut wife the whole night; don't worry, cucky; she has full energy for riding our cocks."

He sent a picture; she was getting ass and mouth fucked by two of them.

"What all did you do when he fucked your wife?" -- Rishabh asked, breaking my chain of thoughts.

"I did nothing; I just watched."

"Did you enjoy it? Tell me the truth."

"Yes, I did" -- I was ashamed.

"Do you like him to be your bull?" -- He was completely drunk.

"I don't like him that much. Rashmi likes him, though," -- I responded.

"How would you feel if I was your bull instead of Adnan."

"I can't imagine that."

"Why? I fucked your wife already. I was just respectful thinking you are a real man" -- Rishabh's whiskey was talking.

He was too direct and knowingly started to emasculate me. "Let's not talk about it." -- I replied.

Rishabh and I finished a bottle and a half. He went to the bathroom to freshen up. When he returned, he was naked down; his big cock was hanging in the air. It was not as big as Adnan's but much thicker.

He flaunted it and said -- "Your wife loved my cock. She almost sucked it dry."

He ordered me to remove my pants as he was curious to know why Rashmi did it. I denied it, but I was too drunk, too. Rishabh was built like a tank. He forced me, and it exposed my button chastity cage.

"Holy shit, how the fuck it fits in there. How small are you, man?" -- He screamed in shock.

He asked me to open the cage. I was humiliated and violated; my face turned red. I sat there naked, waist down.

"Adnan and Rashmi have the key to it," I responded.

"You are a sissy bitch"

Rishabh grabbed my T-shirt collar and dragged me to the bedroom. He was not being able to walk properly, but somehow, he dragged me onto the bed.

"What are you doing, man? I am your friend." -- I screamed. He was hell drunk.

I was on the bed on my stomach; I could feel his weight on me. His strong hands separated my legs, and I could feel his giant cock start to pierce my rear end. The pain was unbearable; I screamed. He was already inside me.

While he was pounding me, he came closer to my ears and said- "It is your responsibility to convince Rashmi and Adnan. I want to fuck her whenever I feel like. I don't care how you would do it. You allowed your wife to ride your driver; I was your fucking friend, and I deserved better. From now on, I am not your friend; you are my slut."

It was almost 5:00 a.m. Rishabh was sleeping next to me naked. My phone started to vibrate; it was Rashmi. I picked up the phone and asked her how she was.

"I am tired, Adi, but don't worry, I enjoyed it a lot. It was a different feeling, which I can't explain." -- She responded. Rashmi sounded satisfied.

"I was worried about you; glad to know you are fine and enjoyed with them."

"Yes, they were nice but aggressive; by the way, I called you to say, "I love you. I am lucky to have a hubby like you who trusts me so much and lets me be free to explore my dirty side." She kissed me over the phone.

I was overjoyed hearing her say all these. I kiss her back.

"I will see you tomorrow" -- She said before disconnecting the call.

I smiled, looking at the phone. I again tried to sleep but felt something was coming out of my ass. I realised it was Rishabh's cum. He didn't pull out. I was too drunk to comprehend what happened entirely, but I was still sore from ass fucking. I went to the washroom to clean myself up. I realised what Rashmi had to go through every day.

I got up around 11:00. Rishabh was hugging my body and sleeping. He had got morning wood. I looked at it; it entered my ass last night. It had dried cum all around it. I had cum stain on my thighs and ball sack. I moved Rishabh and got down from the bed. I wore my dress and went to the washroom to freshen up. I took a bath and prepared a strong cup of coffee for myself. While I was sipping coffee on the balcony, Rashmi video called me. It was Adnan.

"Hey, cucky, don't you miss your wife? You didn't even wish her good morning."

I didn't say anything. I felt guilty for not calling her first thing.

"Anyway, wish her now."- Adnan said while turning the phone towards Rashmi.

I was about to wish, but then I saw her. Her face was covered in cum. A thick white cum was dripping from her lips. There was one guy fucking her ass from behind. Every thrust was making her exhausted. Her eyes were red, and there were countless love bite marks all over her body, especially on her neck, cheeks and boobs. When Adnan moved a bit far from her, I could see Rashmi's hands tied to the bed. She was always fascinated by BDSM, but now she was living it.

"Good morning, love" -- I said to her.

"I love you, hubby", -- She responded while enjoying the brutal fuck she was getting in her ass. Adnan's friend pulled her hair and asked -- "Randi, tell your husband what you want?"

"I want all of you to impregnate me today!" -- She screamed.

"Thank you for it, cucky. I hope you heard her loud and clear." -- Adnan disconnected the phone.

I wished it was Adnan's trick to fuck with my mental peace, but I couldn't shrug off the gnawing question; were they really going to!