Chapter 9 – Denial
The morning light spilled across the bed, warm and golden, making Meera’s skin glow. She was curled up against the headboard, hair loose, wearing only a loose grey T-shirt and a pair of soft cotton panties. Raj lay beside her, tracing slow circles on her thigh with his fingertips.
When his hand slid higher, she caught his wrist gently and smiled.
“Not today,” she said, her voice light but certain. “I want you to just look at me… and kiss me where I want.”
Raj raised an eyebrow. “Soft denial, huh?”
She smirked. “Call it… building anticipation.”
She shifted, lying on her side with her back to him. “Here,” she said, lifting the hem of her shirt and giving him the bare curve of her ass. He leaned in and pressed slow, lingering kisses to her skin, breathing her in.
As he did, she spoke casually, as though she were talking about weekend plans.
“You know Radhika from my college group?”
“Mmh,” he murmured against her skin. “The one who always wears those big sunglasses?”
“Mhm. She and her husband… they’re into cuckolding.”
Raj paused mid-kiss. “Wait. Into what?”
She laughed softly. “Cuckolding, Raj. She sleeps with another man sometimes. Her husband’s usually in the same house… sometimes even in the same room.”
He pulled back slightly, staring at her. “Seriously?”
“Mm-hmm,” Meera continued, turning to look at him over her shoulder. “And Neha — you’ve met her at one of our parties — her husband actually sets up the encounters for her.”
Raj blinked. “But… there’s actual sex? Not just flirting?”
She chuckled, stroking his cheek with her fingertips. “Yes, Raj. There’s real sex. That’s kind of the point.”
A strange heat twisted in his stomach. “And the husbands? They… don’t do the same?”
“Never,” she said firmly. “In every couple I know, the husbands are strictly monogamous. They don’t touch anyone else. And I want it the same for us.”
Raj wasn’t expecting the surge of arousal that came with those words — the thought of her having that freedom while he belonged only to her felt… intoxicating.
“So… how would we even start?” he asked quietly.
She smiled, shaking her head. “I can’t just fuck any man, Raj. It has to be someone I trust. Someone who excites me in the right way. And maybe… someone you can tolerate watching.”
He laughed nervously. “Sounds like we’re both clueless.”
“Clueless,” she agreed, “but curious.”
Then she rolled onto her stomach, tugging her panties down just enough to bare more of herself.
“Until then,” she said, voice dipping lower, “you’ll just keep practicing on me.”
Raj leaned in, pressing his lips to her warm skin. As his tongue traced the delicate circle of her hole, she murmured,
“One day… you’ll be right here, doing this… while another man is inside me.”
Raj froze for a heartbeat, his heart thudding — then kissed her again, the image searing itself into his mind.
Chapter 10 – Finding Him
It was a humid Tuesday evening, the kind where the air felt heavy with possibility.
Meera was stretched out on the bed in shorts and a tank top, scrolling on her tablet while Raj massaged her feet.
“If we’re going to do this,” she said suddenly, eyes still on the screen, “we need someone real. Not just in our heads anymore.”
Raj froze for a second, then nodded. “I know.” He swallowed. “It’s… exciting. But terrifying.”
She reached down, brushing her fingers through his hair. “We’re in this together, Raj. Nothing happens without you saying yes.”
—
They tried the obvious first — the discreet dating apps she’d mentioned.
For a week they browsed profiles, sitting shoulder to shoulder at the dining table, their drinks forgotten as they scrolled.
Most men looked like they were either lying about everything or had no idea what “respect for the couple” meant.
One sent Meera an explicit photo within five minutes. Another bragged about “owning married women” like a trophy.
By the end of the week, Meera shut the laptop with a sigh. “This is hopeless. I’m not fucking any of them.”
—
That’s when she thought of Radhika.
Over coffee the next afternoon, Meera mentioned they were thinking about finding someone. Radhika’s eyes lit up instantly.
“I might have the perfect guy,” she said. “Robin. He’s… well, let’s just say he’s been a bull for a few couples I know. Knows how to treat a woman — and a husband.”
Meera’s eyebrow arched. “Single?”
“Single now. No drama. Clean. And…” Radhika smirked, “…he’s a very good time.”
—
That night, Meera sat cross-legged on the bed with her phone in hand. Raj sat beside her, heart pounding, as she typed out the first message to Robin.
It was short, polite, but with enough warmth to hint at interest.
When she hit send, they just looked at each other.
They both knew — this was the moment they’d stepped over the line from fantasy into reality.
Raj exhaled slowly. “It feels… dangerous. But good dangerous.”
Meera’s smile curved slow and wicked. “That’s the best kind.”
Chapter 11 – The First Date
The morning felt different.
Not louder or quieter — just heavier, as if the air in the apartment already knew what was about to happen.
—
Raj
He watched Meera move around the bedroom, hair tied up, a light robe loosely hanging from her shoulders.
Today, she would meet Robin.
They’d talked for hours the night before, lying side by side in the dark.
He’d asked question after question — about Robin’s personality, his intentions, what they’d talk about.
She’d promised, over and over, “Nothing happens without your permission. Tonight is just a romantic date. Talking, maybe a little flirting — that’s all.”
But the reassurance didn’t quiet the knot in his chest.
When her phone buzzed mid-morning and she stepped into the closed study to answer, Raj strained to hear her voice. It was warm, smooth — the kind of voice she used when she wanted someone to like her.
Jealousy pricked at him.
She can’t talk like that in front of me, he told himself, but it didn’t make it easier to hear.
He hated that he already missed her and she hadn’t even left yet.
He hated that his body was betraying him — half-aching with dread, half-hard with the thrill of knowing she’d come back to him glowing from another man’s company.
—
Meera
She knew the day was monumental — maybe even irreversible.
The thought of sitting across from Robin, smiling, feeling the weight of his eyes on her… it excited her. But she also felt a strange pang of guilt when she saw Raj watching her get ready.
She couldn’t talk to Robin the same way in front of Raj — not the little romantic flourishes, not the teasing laughter.
And that made her feel she was keeping a part of herself separate… even if Raj had agreed to it.
So she found ways to make him feel cared for before she left.
While her hair was setting in rollers, she went to the kitchen and made his favorite fried snacks, arranging them on a plate with extra chutney.
When she brought them to him in the living room, she bent down, kissed the top of his head. “Something to keep you happy while I’m out.”
—
Together Before the Date
Just before she left, she stood in the doorway, adjusting her earrings.
“I promise,” she said softly, “nothing will happen without your permission. This is just a romantic date. I’ll come home to you.”
Then she leaned closer, her lips almost brushing his ear.
“And when I come back… I’ll release my whole ass for you. No holding back.”
It was meant to make him smile, but it made his throat tighten.
He nodded quickly, afraid that if he spoke, his voice would crack.
—
Raj Watching Her Leave
As she slipped on her heels and grabbed her purse, Raj felt a weight settle in his chest.
The door closed gently behind her, and for a moment he just sat there, staring at the space she’d been standing in.
His eyes burned. He told himself it was just nerves, just the reality of something they’d both agreed to.
But in that quiet apartment, with only the faint smell of her perfume lingering, Raj realized he’d never felt more vulnerable… or more alive.
