Chapter 2 – The Suggestive Dance

It was Rohan’s birthday party — one of Meera’s old college friends — and their living room was packed with people, music, and the warm buzz of wine and laughter.

Raj stayed close to Meera at first, his arm around her waist as they mingled. She looked stunning — black dress hugging her curves, hair falling in soft waves down her back, the faint scent of jasmine perfume every time she moved.

As the night wore on, the music picked up. Someone pulled Meera toward the small makeshift dance floor in the center. She glanced back at Raj with that playful glint in her eyes.

“Come dance with me,” she mouthed over the music.

He joined her for a while, swaying together in the crowd. Then the DJ switched to an upbeat song from their college days — the kind with a heavy bass and sultry rhythm.

That’s when he appeared — Arjun, the tall, confident coworker Raj had heard about in passing.

“Mind if I borrow your wife for a song?” Arjun grinned, half-teasing, half-serious.

Raj, slightly surprised, chuckled. “As long as you give her back in one piece.”

Meera didn’t hesitate. She slipped from Raj’s arms to Arjun’s without missing a beat. The change in her movement was subtle but undeniable — hips swaying a little deeper, her hair tossed over her shoulder like she was on a stage.

Raj stayed near the bar, drink in hand, watching. The music was loud, the crowd lively, but all he could focus on was the way Meera laughed at something Arjun whispered, the way she let him guide her by the small of her back.

It wasn’t obscene — not yet — but there was something intimate in the rhythm between them.

When the song ended, she returned to Raj, cheeks flushed, a faint sheen of sweat at her temple.

“Fun?” he asked, trying to keep his voice light.

“Mmh, very,” she said, her smile tinged with that same mischievous spark he’d seen the other night.

Later, back home, she slipped out of her heels with a sigh and flopped onto the couch.

“My legs are killing me,” she murmured.

Raj knelt down, gently sliding her dress up just enough to massage the curve of her calf.

“You dance like that with everyone?” he teased.

Her eyes locked on his, lips curling. “Only with the ones who can keep up.”

Then she leaned forward, her voice dropping lower. “You liked watching, didn’t you?”

Raj hesitated — just long enough for her to catch it — before smirking. “You looked… beautiful.”

She kissed him, slow and lingering. “Good. Because that’s not the last time you’ll see me like that.”

Chapter 3 – The First Watch

Understanding the Cuckold Life

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon. Raj was in the bedroom, scrolling through his phone, when he heard Meera laughing in the study. Her laugh was… different — lighter, almost girlish.

Curious, he walked toward the sound, stopping just short of the doorway. The door was slightly ajar, and through the gap, he saw her — in front of the full-length mirror, wearing nothing but a new black thong and a lace bra.

She wasn’t alone.

Her laptop sat open on the desk, camera on. On the screen was a man Raj didn’t recognize — older than Arjun, broad-shouldered, smiling like he owned the moment.

“…so what do you think?” she asked him, turning to show her side profile before slowly rotating to face away from the camera. She bent slightly, adjusting the thong, letting the curve of her ass fill the frame.

Raj froze, heart thudding. He couldn’t move — partly because he didn’t want her to know he was there… and partly because he couldn’t stop watching.

The man on the screen let out a low whistle. “Perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

Meera laughed, a little shy but not stopping. “You think so?”

“I know so,” he replied, voice low. “That’s an ass men dream about.”

She turned back toward the mirror, smoothing her hands over her hips, then glanced — not at the camera — but directly at the doorway.

Raj’s breath caught.

She knew.

For a heartbeat, they locked eyes through the gap, and instead of covering herself, she gave a slow, deliberate spin, showing him her backside again — this time tugging the thong a little higher to bare more skin.

“Anyway,” she said to the man on screen, tone breezy, “I’ll wear it tonight and see how it feels.”

When the call ended, she didn’t call him in right away. She took her time changing, humming to herself, letting the tension simmer.

Finally, she stepped into the bedroom wearing loose shorts, her hair tied up, acting like nothing happened.

Raj tried to keep his voice even. “Who was that?”

She smiled faintly. “A friend who appreciates good lingerie.”

Then she climbed onto the bed, lying on her stomach, the shorts riding up to reveal just a glimpse of the same thong.

“You gonna just stand there,” she murmured, “or are you going to rub my legs like a good husband?”

Raj sat beside her, hands on her calves, but his eyes kept drifting upward… to the curve she’d just made sure he’d never forget.

Raj sat beside her, his hands on her calves, but his eyes kept drifting upward to the curve barely hidden by the hem of her shorts.

He swallowed. “Meera… can you… show me again?”

She tilted her head, pretending not to understand. “Show you what?”

“You know…” His voice dropped. “Your ass. The way you… the way you did in the study.”

A slow smile spread across her lips. She rolled over to her knees, then crawled to the center of the bed, her back to him.

Without a word, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down, revealing the black thong — the thin strip vanishing between those perfect cheeks.

Raj’s breath hitched. “God… I don’t know why I never noticed how…”

“How what?” she teased, glancing over her shoulder.

“…how beautiful it is,” he said honestly, eyes locked.

“Mmh,” she purred, arching her back just enough to make the curve even more hypnotic. “You’ve been sleeping next to this for years, Raj. Guess you just needed a little… perspective.”

He hesitated, then murmured, “Turn a little… I want to see… everything.”

Her smirk deepened. She shifted her knees wider, giving him a deliberate, slow view — not just the roundness of her cheeks, but the delicate pucker of her hole, framed by lace and shadow.

Raj stared, his pulse pounding. “So beautiful… I don’t know why I—”

“—never appreciated it?” she finished for him, voice dripping with amusement.

He exhaled, nodding. “Yeah… makes me feel… I don’t know… lucky. Proud, even, that other men…”

“Other men what?” she pressed.

“That they’d… want you. That they’d look at you like this,” he admitted quietly.

She chuckled, low and knowing, tugging her shorts back up. “Careful, Raj… that sounds like you’re saying you’d be proud to have a wife other men enjoy.”

His mouth went dry. “Maybe…”

She kissed him on the forehead like he was sweet but naive, then lay back down. “We’ll see, my love. We’ll see.”