r/muslim_seed

Why does everyone like Brahmin women?

love cheating on my husband.

Not because I hate him. He’s kind, reliable, and he tries. But every time he pulls his pants down, that soft little thing comes out and I feel the same quiet disappointment settle in my chest. It’s not even fully hard before it’s already done growing. Two, maybe two and a half inches on a good night. Soft and shy, like it’s apologizing for existing.

I used to pretend it was enough. I used to close my eyes and move my hips and make the right sounds. But the truth is, I stopped feeling anything years ago. His cock is just… not there. It slips out if I shift the wrong way. It never stretches me. Never fills that deep, aching place that needs to be claimed.

So I started looking elsewhere.

The first time was almost an accident. A coworker stayed late. One drink turned into two. His hand found my thigh under the table and I didn’t stop him. When he took me against the wall of the empty conference room, I almost cried from relief. Thick. Hard. Long enough that every thrust punched the air out of my lungs. I came so hard my legs shook, and the whole time I kept thinking, This is what I’ve been missing.

After that, it became deliberate.

I keep a list in my phone under a boring name. Numbers. Hotels. Times when my husband is traveling or working late. Some of the men are strangers I meet in bars. Some are regulars who already know exactly how to use me. I never tell them about the size of the man waiting at home. I don’t need to. They can feel how greedy I am for it, how I push back harder, how I beg them to go deeper even when I’m already full.

Last week it was a guy from the gym. Broad shoulders, quiet voice. He fucked me in the back of his truck with the windows cracked just enough to let the night air in. I came twice before he finished, and when he pulled out I felt empty in the best way. I drove home still wet, still throbbing, and kissed my husband goodnight like nothing had happened.

He asked if I wanted to try again. I smiled and said I was tired. He believed me. He always does.

I lie in bed beside him and touch myself under the covers, replaying the way that thick cock stretched me open, the way it made me feel owned for a little while. My husband snores softly next to me, completely unaware that his wife is dripping for someone else.

I don’t feel guilty anymore.

I feel free.

And every time he reaches for me with that soft, insufficient little dick, I already know whose name I’ll be thinking of when I close my eyes.

DM for roleplay. I'll play mom and cuckson.

Look at it straining in the cage like it actually matters. It doesn’t. Stay locked, stay denied, and keep sending. Your only purpose right now is to fund my day while that pathetic little thing aches.

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Koi hslut jo apni sanskari aur rasili chut me mera lauda le sake??