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My name is Amit and this all started a couple years back. I met my girlfriend Neha about three years ago when we were both 25 just done with our MBA in Mumbai. We hit it off over late-night chai and arguing about Bollywood movies during job hunts.
Before we dated I heard she was pretty wild in bed. parties in South Bombay quick hooks with college guys. One Holi night we went back to my place all messy with colors and I saw for myself. Thought it’d be one time but we kept hanging out found we liked the same stuff like street food and old songs. Soon we were serious.
Neha is super hot, a mix of cute and sexy. Shes fair with a nice tan from walking around town 5’5 tall long black hair usually in a ponytail big brown eyes with kohl full lips that smile a lot and a cute dimple. She does yoga so shes slim with nice curves good butt and long legs.
Im 5’9 short black hair beard okay looks. I get dates fine but Neha is way hotter. People stare when were out friends say “how’d you get her?” She wears loose clothes like kurtis and leggings doesnt know how attractive she is even when guys check her out.
I didnt know what cuckolding was but I got jealous and turned on when guys flirted with her even in front of me. Her flirting back made it worse, or better. Id think about her doing more. Had an ex who cheated but with Neha its different. Shes flirty but loves me. When I told her I liked it she was surprised but okay. She started doing it more like talking extra to waiters or dancing close to guys at parties while I watched. We would go home and have great sex. It got bigger: her telling me about guys she finds hot or old hookups. We talked about threesomes pretended she cheated in roleplay even joked about her going solo. She’d laugh and say no way.
First year dating I lived in a 2 bed flat with my old school friend Vikrant. We’ve been buddies since kid days in another city. He was shy then but grew to 6’2 gym guy tan beard funny. Girls love him he brings them home a lot.
Vikrant can be a jerk sometimes. does stuff without thinking if he wants it. Like sleeping with a friends ex soon after breakup thought it was fine. Friend got mad but forgave quick and Vikrant kept seeing her anyway.
Vikrant and Neha got along too well. He’d tease me about how I got her. They’d flirt right there like her laughing at his jokes touching his arm, sometimes giving hi fives and while gossiping, touching little on arms and thighs or cheeks. Id see them look at each other. She knew I liked it and asked if too much. I said no.
It built up slow. Neha wore tighter clothes around him sometimes like fitted tops and shorts when she stayed over. Once after a shower she came out in an old loose t-shirt and tiny shorts hair wet and reached up to grab a mug from the shelf. Her shirt rode up a bit showing a glimpse of her lower back with very tiny short. Vikrant glanced over smiled and said something like “looking fresh.” She laughed it off but I noticed the quick look they shared.
One rainy night Vikrant brought a girl home from a bar while we watched TV with food. They talked with us girl was pretty but Neha chatted more with him joking around. They went to his room.
Later I woke to sounds through the wall, her moaning his name bed banging. Neha next to me stirred her hand moving under the blanket slowly. I pretended to sleep felt her body tense up as she touched herself quietly. She breathed heavier came once softly with her face in the pillow. Should’ve been mad but I pictured her in there instead got rock hard. Took forever to sleep after that.
Few months later Diwali party at friends place. Lots of drinks and joints. The night went on people dancing to old remixes, firecrackers outside. By late most left and it was just us three chilling on the balcony couch, the sea breeze cooling things down. We were all buzzed from the marijuana talking random stuff about old college days.
I got up to grab more snacks from inside. When I came back Neha had shifted closer to Vikrant on the couch. Her shoulder against his arm laughing at some jokes he was telling. Nothing crazy but her hand rested on the cushion near his leg and his arm was kinda draped along the backrest behind her.
“Scoot over” I said squeezing in on her other side. It felt cozy the high making everything tingly. As we talked Neha leaned back and Vikrants hand brushed her shoulder lightly, accidental at first but he didnt move it away right away. She didnt either just kept chatting her fingers fiddling with the hem of her skirt.
The conversation got flirty in a light way. Vikrant teasing her about her dance moves earlier, and her dress hugging her body. her poking back about how he cant handle spicy food. Id catch her knee bumping his “by mistake” when she laughed or his fingers grazing her arm when he gestured. My heart raced; it was that subtle tension like electricity in the air. Neha glanced at me a few times her eyes asking if it was okay and Id nod slightly feeling the mix of jealousy and excitement build.
At one point she turned to me for a quick kiss soft and sweet but as she pulled back her hand “slipped” and landed on Vikrant’s upper thigh for a second before she moved it. He smirked said something low like “careful there” and she blushed giggling. Nothing more happened that night. we just talked till we crashed but the vibes were heavy like something was simmering. We went home and Neha and I had amazing sex later both thinking about those little moments without saying it.
Things kept building after that small stuff like longer hugs when Vikrant left the room or her wearing perfume she knew he liked. It wasnt rushed just this slow burn that drove me crazy in the best way.