Ritika, a name which was unique enough to notice at first, but also had to be ignored at first as she was already very committed to a guy sitting right next to her.
Ritika was worth checking out because of her bulging figure, perfect height, and body with roughly 38-24-35 dimensions which would cause bulging in many pants, including the parts where we could catch them kissing or making out in empty classrooms several times. But, people generally stayed away as her guy was over-possessive, nor would she ever talk to anyone around her.
It was our first year of college and I was barely interested in anyone around me. Years went by and came the third year where I once saw her arguing with her partner after which she ended up in tears. I obviously didn’t interfere, but I sure was curious. Finally, for the first time, I had the chance to speak to her for the very first time.
One thing led to another and we ended up joining the same classes. We got really close, close enough to become best friends. I had seen Ritika through all her transitions, from being committed to someone to even hooking up with random people. She would tell me everything about her.
I had an image of her in my mind. Even though we were good friends, I would never date a woman like her. Not because she was toxic or anything, but because of how casual everything was to her. Little did I know that I was actually falling for her slowly. Not that I ever confessed anything to her. But luckily, she too got a little close to me once in a while which made her attracted to me as well.
We usually used to meet on weekends. But slowly, as time passed, we couldn’t resist and then continued to meet almost every day even if we both knew we were getting close. I was always scared because I was an average-looking introvert whereas she was a hot busty girl who’d easily get anyone’s attention. Not to mention even in her past, be it her college or workplace, she would always have a backup guy or a close friend whom she would use to get her work done or for any physical need as well, whether she’d accept it or not.
After a lot of hesitation in my mind, given her character and her beauty, I finally decided to give it a shot. We were low-key official. We got to know each other really well so far. We would often go cafe hopping and even visit each other’s place as we were already best friends.
Then came September when I had my first kiss with her. It almost felt like kissing your long-time crush for the first time. I was nervous, but on cloud 9 at the same time!
And the day wasn’t far when we even made out for the first time. As soon as I reached her place when she was home alone, I was shocked when she opened the door. My heart was throbbing like anything seeing her in her tiny shorts which were barely covering a few inches of her upper thighs, and the black tank top which was tightly hugging her body.
After we ordered some food and were done, we decided to turn on the TV. She was so hesitant at first, but the moment she took control, I had lost any chance of even breathing.
I had never seen this side of hers. Ritika won’t stop kissing me and the way she stripped me even before getting naked herself, I knew what I was getting myself into. After removing every piece of clothing from my body, she finally took off her top after I insisted. And I somehow managed to unhook her bra.
My eyes couldn’t stop staring at those magnificent tits which I only imagined for years. They were just perfect even from the outside when she was completely dressed. And looking at them openly just made me rock hard. We laid down on the bed and she immediately started stroking me. It was just 5 seconds after which I came.
I turned red due to the embarrassment. But she touched me anyway and felt it which made me even more nervous. It was technically my first time with anyone.
After a lot of kissing again, she asked me to get on top of her and asked me to dry hump as she didn’t yet unwrap herself down there as it was that time of the month.
After a few strokes of dry humping, I was about to cum again. But I somehow held it back. It was just like my dream when we used to be just friends, but I’d fantasize about her all the time. Regardless, her past life did bother me a bit. But after what happened that day and considering how experienced Ritika was in a lot of terms, I had fallen in love with her so deeply. I knew I was never getting over her.
Marriage was something I always hated regardless of the type. But ever since I got too close to her, it was something that would never scare me if it was going to be with her.
It had been more than a year since our marriage and a lot had changed between us, including the type of relationship we had with each other. But before I go there, let me take you to the time where it all started.
As soon as we graduated, we decided to job hunt and at least get into the same firm. After months of struggles, I finally got into a reputed one whereas my girlfriend Ritika was still trying to do the same. The days when I was working and she wasn’t were kind of fun apart from the fact that she was possessive about how I might end up making new friends or even girlfriends.
I’d wind up as soon as I could and rush to spend the rest of my day with her. Everything was going great and things just got better or at least it seemed like it did when she managed to get into the same firm as me except with a big twist. We had different locations on either end of the city.
Although it made us sad at first, we were happy to be finally getting settled. After a week of her joining came the exact thing I was always scared of – the guys around her. I knew the type of girl my girlfriend was, the one who liked attention and also the one who was kind enough regardless of her hotness and easy to get along with who would easily fool anyone to fall for her.
The first thing she told me was how the number of guys in her workplace was much higher than girls. And then there was her boss Raj, who I underestimated at first but was another beginning of something big in our lives.
Ritika and I were frank enough with each other to discuss almost anything, even if it was about whom we can include in our threesome if we ever have to. Although she made it obvious if we were getting a girl, then we were also getting a guy the next time, and so on.
It had been half a year since she joined her new workplace. A few days before her birthday, she told me something which shook me. My girlfriend said in a calm tone as if it was very normal for her, “I need to tell you something. More like a confession.”
I was surprised and nervous as usual because I was aware of her history too well.
“I have been flirting with someone.”
Not knowing how to react, I simply asked her what she was even expecting from me. And without a second thought, she told me, “We need to stop being together as a couple”, which I understood where it was going.
I simply said, “Okay”, but I also knew she could be playful about such things sometimes. But maybe she wasn’t this time. I only thought it was her speaking out of guilt. But it wasn’t until the next big confession she made that changed everything in my life that day.
I had almost stopped talking just to let her know that I was mad at her. Less did I know that she was actually moving on already while I was still in love with someone who had already abandoned me.
It was a month later when we were having a normal chat. I can still remember the date and time of that rainy day when she told me something I would never imagine even in my wildest dreams.
“Babe, I don’t feel so good”. Although we went through everything, she would still call me ‘babe’ casually. She used to do that even before we started dating, just for fun.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I don’t know, everything’s messed up.”
“You know you can always tell me anything.”
“It’s just the people at work and how they’ve been treating me lately.”
“What would you have possibly done to offend them?”
“They think I’m too close with our boss and losing touch with them and going against them all.”
“I mean yeah, if you’re flirting with your boss and not giving a chance to any other guy at work, they’re obviously not going to like it”, I said to myself.
“Why would they possibly do that? Is there something you want to tell me?”
“I’m not sure how you’d react, so I guess it’s better if you don’t know.”
Now, I was really curious and nervous as usual. Not knowing what to do, I kept on insisting to know. After a lot of yes and no, she finally spilled the beans.
“I’m physically involved with my boss”, she said.
My hands went numb and I didn’t know what to say or do anymore. My whole life with her flashed right in front of my eyes. The heavy rain and thunders made it even more deafening to hear my own thoughts. My ex-girlfriend was continuously asking me if I was alright.
Even though we weren’t together, I was never over her and she knew it too. But she played it well enough to not make it look like she cheated on me. All she had to say was sorry, after which I wasn’t able to meet eyes with her.
Months went by. One fine day, we talked again during which I confessed to her that I was never over her. But she wasn’t even the same girl anymore. It was like she was enjoying being the whore she had become.
After venting myself out to her, all she had to say was that she was still in a physical-only relationship with her boss. It disgusted me but honestly, I was so blindly and madly in love with her that I couldn’t see the difference between good and bad anymore. And I said something that I would definitely never say to someone who just cheated on me.
I made her a promise. The one which I know would make me look like a loser. But also letting her know how much I was into her.
“I know you’re not the same person anymore, and I also know you won’t feel the same way about me. But I want you to know that I still love you. And I’ll always be loyal to you. No matter what.” To which her only reply was, “That’s nice.”
That day I realized that I’d made myself a cuck but not sure how big of a cuck I had become. Only time could tell that.
A year went by without talking much to each other when suddenly she sent me a friendly greeting. I was as excited as usual. We went on talking for an hour or so when she asked me if I was seeing someone. To which my obvious answer was a ‘No’. But unfortunately, it wasn’t the same for her. It turned out she was already seeing or maybe just sleeping with a new guy now. My day just got worse. I had almost given up on any hopes I had with her.
Days went by when I came across a random cuckold group where I got along with a cuck who changed the way I thought. He told me about himself, his wife, and how women deserve to enjoy their lives to their fullest and fulfill any desires they have.
Although it did sound wrong, but hey, I couldn’t completely satisfy her, so I guess it’s fair after all. I may not have been perfect for her. But at least I can try to give her the perfect life she deserves even if it means involving someone else. But it wasn’t going to be easy which I knew.
Ritika was a stubborn one. No matter how much I would try to convince her, she was never going to date me again which she was very clear about. I did make her a promise when we first started going out which was none other than the marriage pact.
We promised each other that we’d get married in case we didn’t find anyone better. In my mind, I knew she was the one I was gonna marry one day. Because I could never even imagine myself with anyone who was not her. But she seemed very keen on not being with me ever again.
I knew it was going to be difficult. But I never wanted it to be impossible, even if it meant letting my future wife have all the fun she wanted before we tied the knot.
Months went by and I didn’t bother her. Because it was her prime time and a goddess like her deserves to enjoy it because I wasn’t good enough to give her that.
I just hoped she didn’t get married and whoever went inside her was gentle enough. I always prayed that one fine day she would come back. After giving her space for 3 years and 5 different guys whose names I’ll never know and whose faces I might never see, the day finally came.
Not knowing anyone well enough and the fact that her parents knew me already made it a bit easier to get us married.
As a small favor from my fellow readers, I would really appreciate some feedback that would motivate me to write further about the main part which would unfold a lot more.