This is a story about a submissive husband, humiliated and cuckolded by his wife who he adores, and who appears to have feelings for him. If you don't like wimp cuckold stories, then you're not going to like this one.
Thanks to kjplotts for editing and providing such kind feedback. All credit to you. The mistakes left are mine.
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Neema hummed to herself as she stepped out of the shower, water dripping from her long, dark hair, down her svelte body, round the curve of her arse and onto the floor.
After a hard day's work, she was looking forward to an evening out with Stewart, her boss. She'd been seeing him for nearly six months now. It had started as a quick flirtation - something that wouldn't hurt her career. But it had developed - first as a fuck that would almost certainly help her career, and now to a fully-fledged relationship where the two of them really felt for each other. There was 'something' there. They both loved their time together - working, eating out, wine, conversation, occasional nights out on expenses in London hotels and the sex. God the sex! She smiled as she thought of his long, hard cock, that he loved thrusting into any one of her willing orifices - his cock that she loved taking into any one of her holes! The damn thing was always hard! Yup! She was going to have some fun tonight.
She wrapped her hair into a towel, dried off her body, and stepped nude into their bedroom. Her husband Mike was sitting on the bed, doing nothing, but looking glum. The sounds of the children's TV drifted up the stairs from the family room down below.
"I wish you didn't have to go, Naz," he whined plaintively, using the popular term of endearment her Indian family used as her nickname. "You know how much I hate it when you see him."
He stared at her while she opened her wardrobe and pulled out her clothes. Even now, after 8 years of marriage, he couldn't get enough of her naked body. The soft, velvety, copper-coloured skin. The smooth swell of her large, squishable breasts. The curve of her belly leading down to her completely shaven pussy. She had only started shaving it completely bald in the past few months. She'd always kept it neatly trimmed since he'd first met her, but only recently the bald look. He loved it. The accent of her dark pussy lips bringing home even more deeply the essence of her woman hood.
She pulled the towel off her head, and her long, jet black hair cascaded down to just above her arse. This was the signature element to her looks. Everything about her was well put together, but the long black hair - shiny, soft and clean smelling - that was one of her major pulls. To be fair, Stewart loved the hair too - but Mike wasn't to know that. In fact, most white guys liked her hair - it was, quite simply, amazing.
She loved it too. Loved to look at it in the mirror, to comb it and care for it, evidence as it was of her femininity and attractiveness to men.
She pulled her clothes out the wardrobe as she talked, still naked. Noticing and loving the fact that Mike couldn't keep his eyes off her. He'd been smitten since they first met years ago and was as firmly wrapped around her finger now as he ever had been.
"Don't be silly," she said. "It's been in the diary for ages. You've known we were going for the sportsman's' dinner tonight for nearly two months now. It's a standard, periodic engagement. Every two months. We have to go. It's work. I've told you all that."
Her pussy tingled as she noticed him watching, staring at her naked body. She swung her head round, fluffing her hair to deliberately tease and provoke him, pretending she had no idea of the effect on him.
"But
he's
going to be there," objected Mike. "And you know I
hate
it when you spend time with
him
!"
"
He
is my boss," she replied, "And
you
know I have to go to work with him. We've discussed that too," she said calmly.
She continued to watch him out the corner of her eye as she got ready to go and meet her lover while they talked. God, the rush! She loved it!
