Chapter 18 – Conditioning the Cuck
The morning sunlight spilled into the kitchen. Raj sat at the table, pretending to focus on the newspaper, but his eyes kept darting to Meera as she moved around making coffee. She wore one of his old T-shirts and nothing underneath, her bare legs flashing each time she reached up to a cupboard.
She set a mug in front of him. “You know,” she said casually, “Robin has this… energy. Like he walks into a room and you just feel it.” She stirred her coffee slowly, almost lazily. “I think that’s why I felt so alive with him.”
Raj swallowed hard. The casual way she said his name now — as if Robin was simply part of her life — made something in him tighten. It wasn’t romantic exactly. It was almost like how wives spoke about a husband who could fix anything around the house. And somehow, that tone made it hotter.
—
That afternoon they went to a café. Meera wore a simple summer dress… but Raj knew the lingerie under it was the micro set Robin had bought for her. When she leaned forward to look at the menu, the thin strap peeked out. She glanced at Raj, caught him staring, and smirked.
“Imagine if they knew,” she whispered across the table, “that you’re wearing a ring that says Meera’s Cuck right now.”
Raj’s face flushed. His hand clenched around his coffee cup.
—
Later that night, in their bedroom, she sat cross-legged on the bed and motioned him closer. “Honey, I want you to start getting used to… Bull Space.”
He frowned. “Bull space?”
“It means,” she said, her tone patient but playful, “that before I meet Robin again, certain parts of me belong to him — only him. You can still touch, kiss, and worship me… but no penetration, no finishing inside. You save that for after.”
Raj’s chest felt tight — part of him ached with the denial, but another part throbbed with heat at the idea.
—
She leaned forward, handing him a small notepad. “Tonight’s homework — I want you to write me a fantasy. Describe, in detail, what you think will happen next time I meet Robin. Then read it to me.”
It took him almost half an hour, his handwriting messy, his face burning. When he finally read it aloud, her eyes darkened, and she began touching herself slowly under the thin blanket.
“Keep going,” she whispered when he faltered. “I like hearing what you think he’ll do to me.”
By the time he finished, her breathing was fast, her fingers glistening. She came with a soft moan, clutching the sheets, leaving him throbbing and denied.
—
Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. A voice note from Robin. She put it on speaker.
“Can’t stop thinking about that pussy,” Robin’s deep voice filled the room. “I want to own it again, Meera. You free this weekend?”
Raj froze, every nerve alert. Meera smiled at him, the sound of Robin’s voice still hanging in the air.
“I think,” she said softly, “we should give him that date very soon… but first…” She pushed him gently onto his back. “…let’s have some more fun with you.”
What Raj wrote in the fantasy journal
Raj’s Fantasy – “Next Time with Robin”
“We’ll be in our bedroom when Robin arrives. You’ll wear the lingerie he bought you, the micro one that barely covers anything. I’ll be sitting in the corner, already hard, just watching.
He’ll walk straight to you, take your face in his hands, and kiss you deeply. I’ll see you melt into him, your hands gripping his shirt like you’ve been starving for that kiss.
He’ll push you onto the bed, standing at the edge while you kneel to unzip him. I’ll watch your lips wrap around him while you look at me over his cock, your eyes saying ‘see how much I need this?’
Then he’ll bend you over and pull the lingerie aside, sliding into you in one deep thrust. You’ll gasp — not in pain, but because you’re full in a way I can’t give you. I’ll see your back arch and your toes curl, your body already giving in.
He’ll fuck you slow at first, teasing you, making you beg. You’ll tell him how much you missed his cock. You’ll tell him how your cuck has been keeping you ready for him, licking your ass and keeping you wet.
When you finally come, he won’t stop. He’ll take you again, and again, until you’re shaking and sweaty and his cum is filling the condom.
And all I can do is watch… proud, humiliated, and in love with you.”
—
When Raj would read this aloud, Meera would interrupt with little teases — “Mmm, I like that part” or “Yes, I will look at you while I suck him.”
Meera liked it so much that she again request him to another journal
Raj’s Fantasy – “The Next Night You Own Her”
“You’ll tell me to clean the bedroom and make it perfect before Robin arrives — candles lit, sheets fresh, you in the lingerie he bought you. I’ll open the door when he knocks, and he’ll walk past me like I’m invisible, his eyes locked on you.
You’ll stand there smiling, hair down, perfume heavy in the air, and the moment he’s close enough, he’ll take your face in both hands and kiss you like he owns you. I’ll see your knees weaken from just his mouth.
Then, still kissing you, he’ll reach down and cup your ass — the ass I spend hours worshipping — and squeeze it like it’s his. You’ll moan into his mouth, and I’ll know it’s the first of many sounds I’ll hear that night.
He’ll push you down onto your knees, unzip, and his cock will be right there in front of you. You’ll look back at me as you take him into your mouth — not shy, but proud. Your eyes will tell me, ‘Watch how I please my bull.’
He’ll hold the back of your head, guiding you deeper, letting you taste all of him. You’ll pull back just enough to gasp for air, then dive back in, spit shining him while I ache in the corner.
When he’s ready, he’ll bend you over the bed and pull your panties to the side. He’ll slide into you with one slow, deep thrust that makes you gasp his name. You’ll grip the sheets, eyes rolling, as your body adjusts to him.
I’ll see you lose yourself — hips pushing back against him, your moans louder with each stroke. You’ll tell him you missed him. You’ll tell him your cuck’s mouth has been keeping you ready for him.
He won’t let you rest. When you come the first time, he’ll hold you tight and fuck you harder, making you come again before he even thinks about stopping. The condoms will fill one after another, each time leaving you flushed, messy, and satisfied.
And when it’s finally over, you’ll be lying in his arms, hair sweaty, skin glowing — and I’ll be kneeling at the edge of the bed, kissing your thighs, cleaning your skin, and thanking you for letting me witness it all.”
Chapter 19 – Loving Couple, Cuck Conversations
The morning light spilled into their bedroom, soft and golden. Raj lay on his side, watching Meera sleep for a moment before gently brushing her hair back. She stirred, blinking at him with that slow smile he loved.
“Morning,” she murmured, stretching lazily.
He kissed her forehead. “Coffee?”
“Only if you make it the way I like,” she teased.
—
They moved around the kitchen together like any other loving couple. She leaned against the counter, sipping her coffee while he scrambled eggs. For a while, it was just easy — laughter over how much butter he used, her stealing bits of toast from his plate.
But then, while they sat at the table, Meera set her cup down and tilted her head.
“You know… I read something last night.”
Raj glanced up. “About?”
“Different ways couples do cuckoldry. There’s the obvious — watching in the same room. But some husbands only hear it from the next room. Or…” Her lips curved, “…she sends him videos after. Or she lets him clean her after.”
Raj’s pulse picked up. “And… which one do you like?”
She laughed softly. “I think you’d lose your mind if you only heard it. But maybe you’d like being tied to a chair, no touching yourself, just watching.”
He shifted in his seat. “You think?”
“I know.” Her eyes lingered on him a moment before she picked up her coffee again.
—
Later in the day, curled up together on the couch, the conversation drifted back.
“You know what would make it hotter for you?” she asked, running her fingers through his hair. “Objects. Symbols. Like a collar — not for me, for you. Or an anklet for me that says ‘Hotwife.’ Maybe a chair in the corner that’s your spot. Or…” She smirked. “…a chastity cage.”
Raj’s eyes widened. “I don’t think—”
“You’d last maybe an hour,” she teased. “But imagine… me with Robin, you locked, and only I have the key.”
He swallowed. “You’re evil.”
“Maybe.” She kissed his cheek. “But you’d still love me for it.”
—
The rest of the day was filled with simple things — folding laundry, sharing snacks, watching a movie while tangled up under a blanket. Every so often, though, the cuckolding talk would slip back in.
“You should keep a journal,” she said at one point. “Write what you feel before and after I see him. It’ll make you more aware… and it’ll be hot for me to read.”
He chuckled nervously. “You’d actually want to read it?”
“Oh yes. Every word. Even the ones you’re embarrassed to write.”
—
That evening, while getting ready for bed, Meera stood in front of the mirror brushing her hair. “I’ve been talking to Robin more,” she said casually, meeting Raj’s eyes in the reflection. “No date yet, but… it’ll be soon. I want to be ready.”
Raj felt that familiar twist in his chest — part pride, part fear, all heat.
She turned, walking to him, and kissed him deeply. “When the time comes,” she whispered against his lips, “I want you at your best… because I’ll be at mine.”
He lay awake long after she fell asleep, staring at the ceiling, imagining exactly what “her best” would look like… with Robin.
Chapter 20 – The Pre-Date Mind Games
Meera was scrolling through her phone at the dining table when she looked up casually.
“It’s looking like this weekend,” she said, as if talking about grocery shopping.
Raj’s head snapped up. “Then I’m coming with you this time.”
Her eyebrow arched, the corner of her lips twitching in amusement. “You’re cute when you say things like that.”
“I’m serious,” Raj insisted.
She set the phone down, leaning forward. “Honey… we’re still amateurs. You think you can handle seeing everything? And honestly… I’m not comfortable either. Where have you ever heard of a wife bringing her husband along to her cuckold date?”
Raj faltered. “I just thought—”
She reached over, pulling him into a warm hug and kissing his cheek. “I love that you want to be part of it. But let me guide us, hmm? This is new for both of us, and I want to make it good.”
—
Later, while they were folding laundry together, Raj said quietly, “You once told me there’s… a watching cuck category.”
Meera smirked without looking up. “That’s usually a home date — the bull comes over. But even then, maybe I let you watch… or maybe you only hear.”
Raj’s eyes widened. “Only hear?”
She looked straight at him, tone affectionate but firm. “Honey, in cuckolding, it’s mostly not about your pleasure first. That’s the thing cucks enjoy — the lack of control. Hope you understand.”
Her voice had that calm authority that made his chest tighten and his cock stir.
—
Over the next few days, she began leaving little hooks for him without even trying.
Outfit Trials: She’d emerge from the bedroom in a dress or lingerie and turn slowly in front of the mirror. “Do you think he’ll like this more than you do?” she’d ask, her eyes sparkling.
Bull Contact: Once, while folding laundry, her phone rang. “Hey…” she said softly, slipping into the bedroom and closing the door. Raj could hear her laugh through the wall, then silence. She returned with that faint smirk he recognized now.
Subtle Denial: At night, when his hands wandered lower, she’d guide them to her thighs or ass instead. “Bull space,” she’d murmur. “Save the rest.”
Confidence Glow: She seemed lighter, more radiant. Even in public, Raj felt like other men noticed her more.
Accidental Mention: Over dinner she idly said, “I wonder how long he’ll last this time…” then smiled sweetly when Raj froze mid-bite.
—
One night, as they lay in bed, she turned to face him. “Are you nervous?”
“Yes,” he admitted. “But… excited too.”
She kissed him softly. “That’s how I know you’re my perfect cuck. You love me enough to let me have this.”
Then, without another word, she rolled onto her stomach, sliding her shorts down just enough to bare herself to him.
“Show me,” she said, voice low, “that you’re ready to let me go this weekend.”
Raj moved between her legs, kissing her cheeks, tracing with his tongue until he found her tight, warm center. He circled her hole slowly, savoring her scent, her quiet sighs. She reached back, stroking his hair gently, like she was training him without words.
The room was quiet except for the faint sound of his mouth on her, his breathing deep and steady, her body relaxed under his worship. She drifted into a slow, contented doze, while he stayed there — kneeling, devoted, tasting her — fully inside his role.
Chapter 21 – The First Cracks of Nervousness
The day started like any other. Raj and Meera moved around the kitchen together, bumping hips and stealing kisses while breakfast sizzled. She hummed softly, tapping her phone against her palm.
“This weekend’s looking good,” she said casually, buttering her toast. “Robin’s free, I’m free… stars are aligning.”
Raj smiled and nodded, but his eyes lingered on her face longer than usual. “You’re sure it’s this weekend?”
“That’s the third time you’ve asked,” she teased, poking his arm. “Don’t worry, I’ve got it handled.”
—
Through the day, the signs began to show.
While folding laundry, he offered to help pick her outfit for the date. “Just… try the black one again, maybe,” he said.
“You really want me dressed for him already?” she teased, tilting her head.
He chuckled but didn’t answer.
At another point, she mentioned Robin had texted her. Raj tried to keep his smile steady, but the little silence before he replied didn’t escape her.
—
In the afternoon, they went shopping. Meera moved through the aisles with easy grace, her eyes scanning the shelves. Then she picked up a small box and tossed it into the basket.
Raj glanced down. Extra thin condoms.
He raised an eyebrow. “That’s… a bit much, isn’t it?”
Meera looked at him over her shoulder, her tone calm but firm. “Honey, you should be grateful I’m even deciding to wear one. This isn’t for your control — it’s for my safety. And yes… I want him to feel as much of me as possible.”
Raj swallowed hard, heat creeping into his neck. The matter-of-fact way she said it made his heart thump faster.
—
As they left the store, they passed a couple on the street. The woman laughed freely, touching the arm of a man who wasn’t her husband. The husband stood to the side, smiling faintly but saying nothing.
Meera’s hand slipped into Raj’s, her lips brushing his ear. “That’s you this weekend.”
He chuckled weakly. “Guess so.” But she felt the slight twitch of his fingers in hers.
—
That night, while Meera sat at her vanity brushing her hair, Raj lay in bed watching her. “You’ll text me, right?” he asked quietly.
She caught his eyes in the mirror, smiling warmly. “Of course, honey. Don’t worry so much.”
He nodded, but as she turned back to the mirror, the smile faded just a little. The unease sat there in his chest — small, but impossible to ignore.
Chapter 22 – The Interrupted Night
I lingered in the shower longer than usual, steam curling around me as I lathered my hair. The night ahead should have felt electric — a night with Robin, another step deeper into what Raj and I had been building.
But even under the warm water, there was a knot in my stomach. Raj had been… clingier this week. More questions, more hovering. Was he really ready for tonight? Was I ready if he wasn’t?
—
At my vanity, I smoothed foundation over my skin, focusing on small, perfect strokes.
From the bedroom, Raj called out, “Babe, what time will you be back?”
I closed my eyes briefly. We’d been over this twice already today. “Late, honey. Same as last time,” I said, forcing cheer into my voice.
Still, the thought crept in: If he’s this restless now, what’s he going to be like once I’m with Robin?
I finished my eyeliner, glossed my lips, and reached for the red dress Robin had once murmured about into my ear. Sliding it over my skin felt like a secret promise. The extra-thin condoms went into my clutch — a deliberate choice.
Raj noticed. His frown was small but sharp enough to pierce me. I wanted to snap, Be grateful I’m even using one, but I kept quiet, pressing a kiss to his cheek before I left.
—
Robin’s smile at the door was a warm blanket after a cold wind. His hug was deep, pulling me into his scent, his palm steady on my waist.
Wine was already open, the glasses glinting in soft light. I started to relax — until my phone buzzed.
“Reached safe?” Raj.
I typed back, “Yes, talking,” and set the phone face-down. Robin’s eyes flicked toward it, just for a second.
—
He leaned in, lips brushing my neck, fingers sliding along my thigh. I sank to my knees between his legs, unzipping him slowly, savoring the weight in my hand before taking him into my mouth.
His fingers teased lower, parting me and slipping between my cheeks, a fingertip circling my tight hole. I moaned around him, letting him push deeper.
Buzz.
“What’s happening now?” flashed on the screen beside us.
A hot flicker of irritation went through me. Why couldn’t he let go? I pushed it aside, focusing on Robin’s low groan as my tongue worked him. But the thought stuck, a little splinter under the skin.
—
After, Robin grinned, tugging me toward the terrace. We stepped into the cool night air completely bare, the wind sharp against my nipples. He pressed against me from behind, his chest warm, his hands cupping and kneading my breasts.
I felt wild, exposed — until I heard the faint ping from inside. More than one. My teeth clenched. Even now?
—
Back in his bedroom, Robin eased me onto the bed, kissing down my stomach, his tongue tracing slow patterns over my clit. My hips lifted, breath catching when he slid two fingers inside.
The phone lit up on the nightstand.
“Miss you. Come home soon?”
I bit back a sigh. Does he not realize how much he’s breaking this for me?
—
Then Robin was inside me, stretching me open, the slow drag and push making me moan despite everything. His rhythm built, steady and sure, his mouth on my neck, his hands gripping my hips.
I was right there, the tension curling tight —
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
The phone wouldn’t stop. Raj’s name flashing over and over like some insistent reminder that no matter where I was, he was tethered to me, pulling, pulling.
It made me angry — at him, at myself, at how much of me still cared if he was okay.
But Robin’s thrusts were deep and unrelenting, and my body betrayed me, cresting into a sharp, shuddering climax. He groaned, pulling out to finish into the condom, his breathing heavy against my ear.
—
We lay there a moment. My heart slowed, but the heat in my skin wasn’t just from sex. It was from frustration.
“I think I should go,” I said finally, reaching for my dress. “Something’s… off tonight.”
Robin nodded, brushing my cheek. “Next time, leave the phone away.”
—
The cab ride home felt long. My thoughts bounced between guilt — Was I too harsh? — and irritation — He ruined this for both of us.
It was just before midnight when I unlocked the door. Raj opened it immediately, eyes wide and relieved, as if I’d been gone for days. I stepped past him quietly, not ready to speak.
Tonight wasn’t the night I wanted.
