Diary of a Cuckold Hubby

[cuckM]

Hi Everyone,

This is a probably going to be of extreme graphic nature and bounds are only set by Nagesh's imagination. Ohh yea, Nagesh the protagonist of this tale is a cuckold male, who is now fully aware and almost functional in his new role as a cuckolded husband to his gorgeous 24y old wife Chendrika. So to sum up, even though that may not sound much like a disclaimer, It is one.

So Leave, if adult themes related above description offends you.

To all else, welcome and enjoy or hate as you choose. Comments are always welcome. Thanks.

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Entry 1 – The day I met my wife, Chendrika

Hi diary,

“I do NOT want to go to a pub now”, that was the screaming me to my friends who were dead set on dragging me to a club. “You worked like an ass and live like a bum” was the common consensus. Living like a bum was not new to me, having grown up from the slums of kolkotta I knew and understood those words meant more than any of the “friends” who was throwing it at me. The day was starting for us at 8:30p, we skipped dinner and headed to the club. Hopping a few of those and chugging many more jugs of the beer, we ended up at Lava Masala, a hip Egyptian club known for its mixed race clientele. We split to hunt for our desired potion of life, girls. I headed for the bar and sat there ordering a screw driver. There she was, kissing the cheeks of a couple she met on the way, probably the booze but I could have sworn that both the girl and the man who met her on way squeezed her thighs and ass respectively. It was a short moment and she moved on. The “Girl in blue”, i made a mental record, I was yet to learn her name. Little did I know how much more of me I would learn from her.



It was a fateful day to say the least. Looking backing back to the day I met her. It almost seems like it was destiny that help my hand that day. She was dressed in blue satin, glowing from head to toe in dim light of the club. Every single man in the knew more about what was under that slinky dress she wore, it was nothing and she has the nipples almost peeking rarely and pushing against the smooth silk as proof. No visible lines over her well formed, “bounce a quarter of me and hope to keep an eye when it bounces back” ass. I was drooling into screw driver.She noticed me but for no more than a second. I didn’t care if i was naked and people where pointing at me. Any embarrassment I may have felt staring at her as she walked by was completely overshadowed by the utter and sudden redirection of blood flow. I to this day would like to think she smiled, if not with desire at least with pity, She would say NO. She is a vindictive little bitch. I love her.



-contd

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Entry 2 – The day I met my wife, Chendrika

She whizzed past me in a matter of seconds, yet in that barren day it felt like a lot more. She then glide past few more tables to take her place on the couch at end of the room. It was a velvet blue couch that shone in the occasional light from the cell phones buzzing from its occupants. It had one more of those, an occupant, blending well in her blue satin as the dress rode up her thigh revealing all but the ridge between her buttocks. She sat down cross legged, It took no more than few more seconds before 2 waiters rushed with glasses of some cocktails and placed in front of her ogling her cleavage as it shown in the reflected light from the cocktail glasses. Four pair of eyes on two beautiful mounds that made your manhood shoot hoops. “Ma’am, the gentleman or woman from over there sent you this” must have been the general message from either waiters I would imagine. She didn’t so much look in any direction but uncrossed those shapely well tanned teak marvels of craftsmanship she owned as her legs. Spread them wide enough to display her deep dark insides, which would have had a more satisfied audience if not for the lack of light and waiters blocking the view of every able cock bearing Chandrasekhara Perumal in the place ( John & Doe was getting boring, hence the CP reference ).

She thrust her torso up making the waiters continue their uncouth behaviour making it difficult for all else to stare at her. Her hands reached out from below on to the table as it curled over the cocktails and a few syllables from her dismissed both of them with one of them taking the other drink back in his tray to “loved and lost” gentlemen. She sat there sipping as her other hand rode up her thigh pulling that satin away from her thighs. To my surprise two men approached her and she smiled at them both as they took their place on her either sides. Once of them had his hands on her thigh as she crossed them again not moving his hand away. She was comfortable where she sat almost in the arms of two men as they drooled over her and drilled her with their looks.