Chapter 4 – Small Commands
The following week, Meera was getting ready for a dinner with friends.
Raj sat on the bed, scrolling idly on his phone, when she walked out of the bathroom in a short towel, hair still damp from her shower.
“Raj,” she called softly, “come here for a second.”
He set his phone down and walked over. She turned to face the mirror, unwrapping the towel just enough to reveal her back to him.
“Hold this,” she said, passing the towel to him without looking away from her reflection.
He stood there, the towel in his hands, while she stepped into a pair of panties — pale pink, hugging her hips perfectly. She adjusted them slowly, making sure the waistband sat just right.
“Is it sitting even?” she asked casually, glancing over her shoulder.
Raj’s voice caught. “Perfect… like always.”
She smiled faintly, bending just slightly to reach for her bra, giving him a view he was starting to crave more than anything else.
“Be honest,” she said while fastening the clasp. “Have you been thinking about it… since last time?”
He hesitated, but she already knew the answer.
“Yes.”
Meera’s eyes sparkled in the mirror. “Good. You should. I like knowing you notice.”
She pulled on a fitted dress, the fabric hugging her curves, then turned to him.
“Kneel for a second.”
He blinked, surprised, but lowered himself without protest. She stepped closer, the hem of her dress brushing his face, and smoothed her hands over her hips.
“I want you to check the seam at the back,” she said. “Make sure it’s straight.”
Raj’s fingers lightly grazed the fabric along her lower back, following the curve down until his knuckles brushed the swell of her ass.
“All good,” he murmured.
“Hmm.” She smiled, stepping back. “You make a good little… dresser’s assistant.”
There was no malice in her tone — only warmth and a teasing affection that made him both blush and ache.
That night, as they walked into the restaurant hand in hand, Raj realized something — she wasn’t just showing him her beauty anymore. She was slowly inviting him into a new role… one where being near her, admiring her, maybe even showing her off, felt as intimate as touching her.
Chapter 6 – First Worship
Exploring the Concept of Cuckold in Modern Relationships
It was a quiet Sunday evening. They’d had wine with dinner, the warm glow of the table lamp softening every edge in the room. Meera sat curled on the couch, legs tucked beneath her, wearing one of his old shirts and a pair of silk panties.
Raj was on the floor in front of her, massaging her calves, eyes inevitably drifting upward.
“Meera…” he murmured, his voice almost shy.
She tilted her head. “Hmm?”
“I… I can’t stop thinking about it. Since the other night… about you, about your ass.”
She smiled, slow and knowing, then stood. Without a word, she stepped around him and leaned forward over the arm of the couch, looking back at him from over her shoulder.
“You mean this?” she teased, pulling the hem of his shirt up over her hips.
Raj’s breath caught. He moved closer, his hands brushing over her thighs before he pressed a soft kiss to one cheek… then the other. His lips lingered, then his tongue flicked out, tracing a slow circle closer and closer to her hole.
A faint shiver ran through her. “Mmm… you’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” he breathed between kisses. “God, Meera… I could stay here forever.”
As his tongue made lazy circles around her, Raj found his mind wandering back to the rooftop lounge — to the dance floor, where he’d noticed something he hadn’t before. Women dancing with men who weren’t their partners. Some close. Some… very close.
Even one or two moments where he was sure a hand had slipped somewhere it “shouldn’t” — and yet the husbands just stood nearby, smiling, drinks in hand.
He paused, still kissing her softly. “Meera… that night, did you see… how many women were dancing with other men?”
“Mmh, of course,” she replied, voice low and relaxed. “I’ve seen it before. Some even go further than dancing.”
His heart thudded. “And their husbands… didn’t mind?”
“They did more than not mind,” she said, glancing back at him with a sly smile. “Some… enjoyed it.”
He pulled back slightly, his lips still close to her skin. “Enjoyed it? Like… watching?”
She nodded. “It’s called cuckolding, Raj. These days, you’d be surprised how many couples do it. In bars, at parties… sometimes even at home. You just haven’t noticed it until now.”
Raj swallowed, the word hanging between them like something forbidden and thrilling. “And… us?”
Her smile deepened. “Until now… we haven’t tried it. But maybe we’ve just been waiting for the right time.”
He kissed her again, his tongue circling her hole, the taste and warmth making him dizzy.
Her hand slid back to cradle his head gently. “Feels like that door in your mind just opened, hmm?”
He moaned against her, and for the first time, the idea didn’t just feel possible — it felt inevitable.
