I had been married for nearly 18 years and ran a busy dental clinic in Chandigarh’s Sector 17. Life was stable — successful practice, a decent home, and a wife who had supported me through everything. Then I hired Neha, a 26-year-old single mother who had recently shifted back to the city after her divorce.
From the very first day, I was completely smitten by her. Neha had a curvy figure, full breasts that strained against her tight kurtis, and a confident walk that made every male patient and staff member notice her. She was terrible at her job — always coming late, taking long breaks, calling in sick, and hardly doing any actual work. Yet I kept increasing her salary and giving her special privileges while the rest of the staff watched me turn into a complete simp right in front of them.
My tiny penis — barely 3 inches when hard — became the office joke. Everyone could see how she had me wrapped around her finger. I even moved Neha and her young son into my house, paying for everything — rent, groceries, her son’s school fees, and even her shopping. My wife eventually left me when she could no longer tolerate the humiliation.
For a while, everything seemed perfect. But then I discovered that Neha had been regularly inviting her ex-boyfriend over to our house whenever I was at the clinic. She was sleeping with him in our bedroom, using the same bed I had bought for us.
When I finally confronted her, she didn’t even deny it. She looked me straight in the eyes and said calmly, “Tum sirf isliye achhe lagte ho kyuki tum sab kharcha utha rahe ho. Tumhara chhota sa lund mujhe kuch feel hi nahi deta. Yeh meri galti nahi hai.”
I begged her to stay. She eventually agreed, but only on her terms.
A few months later, Neha told me she was pregnant. The child was obviously her ex’s. Still, I agreed to raise the baby as my own. Her ex was present at the hospital during delivery, but he had to go back to jail shortly after for some old case.
Now, almost a year later, we have developed a strange but intense dynamic. Neha has fully embraced her power over me. She openly tells me how much bigger and better her ex feels inside her compared to my micro penis. She makes me wait outside the room sometimes when he visits, listening to her loud moans as he fucks her hard and raw.
The most humiliating yet arousing part is that I have started loving this cuckold lifestyle. The sight of her pregnant belly (and now her post-pregnancy curves) combined with the knowledge that another man is satisfying her in ways I never could has become my biggest fetish. Neha enjoys teasing me about it during sex — if you can call what we do sex. She lets me lick her pussy after her ex has finished inside her, making me clean her up while she laughs and calls me her “good little provider.”
Last week, when her ex was released from jail, she made me drive her to meet him. On the way back, she sat in the passenger seat with his cum still leaking out of her and made me pull over so I could eat her out in the car. While I was licking her creampie, she stroked my tiny cock and whispered, “Tum sirf mera khayal rakhne ke liye ho… asli maza toh uske lund se aata hai.”
Strangely, this arrangement has brought a twisted kind of peace to our relationship. I take care of her, her son, and now the new baby, while she gives me the humiliating excitement I have grown addicted to. My friends and remaining staff think I’m a fool, but they don’t know how hard I get every time Neha reminds me of my place.
I never imagined my successful life in Chandigarh would turn into this, but I have stopped fighting it. This is who we are now — and a secret part of me doesn’t want it any other way.
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