Chapter 13 – The Decision

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The Return

Raj heard the key in the lock and felt his pulse spike.

Meera stepped in, hair a little messy from the night air, lipstick slightly faded but her eyes… her eyes were glowing.

She dropped her purse on the table and walked over, kicking off her heels.

“Raj,” she murmured, slipping into his lap. “Robin is… god, he’s perfect. Handsome, tall, funny… and so, so easy to be around. The kind of man who looks like he owns every room he walks into.”

Raj felt the twitch between his legs almost instantly.

Meera smirked. “Oh? Already hard? You’re already becoming my little cuck, aren’t you?”

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The Touches

She leaned in closer, her lips brushing his ear.

“When we sat at the table, he let his hand rest on my thigh… his fingers pressing just enough for me to feel the strength in them. And when I leaned forward to talk to him, he…” she giggled softly, “…he grazed my hip, slow, like he was mapping me out.”

Raj groaned, his hand sliding under her dress.

She kissed him, deep and urgent, and before either of them realized it, they were tangled on the couch, her body pressing into his, their breath mingling in hot, desperate bursts.

It was frantic, needy — they came hard, clinging to each other, both a little stunned at how much raw energy the night had given them.

Raj didn’t know it then… but this was the last time he would make love to Meera as her only man.

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The Next Day

The morning sun made everything look more real.

Raj sat at the kitchen table with his coffee, his mind replaying the night. The arousal was still there, but so was something heavier. Fear.

When Meera padded in wearing one of his shirts, he spoke quietly.

“Meera… I’m not sure we should go further. I… I liked it, but I’m scared. What if I lose you?”

She frowned, sliding into the chair beside him. “Lose me? Raj, we’re together in this. You think I’d risk us for a fling?”

“I just… I don’t know if I can see you with someone else,” he admitted. “What if we just keep it like this? The soft cuckolding — the flirting, the teasing, the mystery…”

Her disappointment was immediate. She took his hand in both of hers. “Raj… all my friends are already enjoying full cuckolding. You know what it feels like? FOMO. And what’s the difference, really? Just another man to have some fun with. I’m not marrying him, not running away. This isn’t cheating — you’ll know everything. You’ll be there.”

He stayed silent, torn between fear and the intoxicating pull of her words.

She leaned closer. “You’ve imagined it, haven’t you? Being my cuck isn’t just fun — it’s pride. Knowing your wife is desired, knowing you let her live out what most women only dream about.”

Her voice softened, almost shy. “And maybe… I’m not as fully satisfied as I could be. You know I love you. But this… this could be good for both of us.”

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The Agreement

Finally, after a long silence, he exhaled. “Okay… once. We try it once. And then we decide.”

A smile bloomed across her face — not just happy, but hungry. “Deal.”

She stood, crossed the room to her purse, and pulled out a small black box. “Oh… Robin gave me this last night.”

Inside, nestled in tissue paper, was a lingerie set so tiny it barely qualified as clothing — delicate straps, sheer mesh, and slivers of fabric that would leave almost nothing to the imagination.

“He wants me to wear it on our next date,” she said, her voice husky.

She slipped into the bedroom, and when she returned wearing it, Raj’s breath caught. It clung to her perfectly, showing more than it hid.

Without a word, he picked up his phone and snapped a photo.

Before he could say anything, Meera plucked the phone from his hand, tapped a few times, and smirked. “Sent it to Robin.”

Raj’s heart thudded in his chest.

Now, the only step left was to choose the exact night she would no longer just be his wife… but his hotwife.

Chapter 14 – The Night

The house felt too quiet.

Raj sat on the couch, phone in hand, a half-finished drink on the table. Every tick of the clock pushed his thoughts into darker, sharper places.

He’d seen her leave just over an hour ago — hair styled perfectly, that new lingerie hidden beneath a sleek black dress. Her perfume still hung faintly in the hallway, a ghost he couldn’t stop breathing in.

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The Wait

At first, he tried to distract himself. Scrolling on his phone, flipping through TV channels. But his mind kept going back to one image: her sitting across from Robin, laughing, her knees brushing his.

Jealousy bit hard — the thought of another man getting the looks, the touch, the closeness that were his for so many years. But beneath it, his cock was already half-hard, pressing uncomfortably against his shorts.

Every few minutes, he’d glance at his phone, willing it to light up.

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The First Text

Finally, it buzzed. A photo.

She was sitting at a dimly lit table, Robin’s arm draped casually over the back of her chair. Her smile was the kind he knew — relaxed, flirty, alive.

Having a lovely time, her text read. Thinking of you.

Raj swallowed hard, fingers hovering over the keyboard before he typed back: Enjoy yourself.

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The Permission

Half an hour later, another message came through.

We’re back at his place.

Raj’s stomach tightened. His breathing quickened. He stared at the words, imagining her stepping into Robin’s apartment, that lingerie just under her dress.

Then came the next message:

A little bold question, baby… he wants to take me to the bedroom. He’s so close, but he says he won’t go all the way unless you say yes.

Raj’s heart pounded. The jealousy was sharp now, almost painful. But so was the heat pooling in his gut. His hand moved to his cock without thinking, squeezing lightly through his shorts.

Another buzz.

A selfie for your decision…

She was in a mirror, the lingerie on full display, her lips slightly parted, a hint of Robin’s hand on her hip.

I want him, the next line read. Can I?

Raj’s fingers trembled as he typed: Yes.

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The Silence

He waited for her reply. Minutes passed. Then an hour. Then two.

He sent a text: Meera? Are you okay?

Then another. Please answer.

Then: I’m worried.

Nothing.

Finally — nearly three hours later — his phone buzzed.

Hey babe, everything’s okay… but I want to stay overnight. Will you permit?

Raj’s throat went dry. What happened? Tell me what you’ve done.

Her reply was only: Will you give me permission?

Raj stared at the screen, every nerve on fire. He typed slowly, his hand shaking: Yes.

And with that one word, he knew the night had just shifted into something they could never undo.