Day 7 – The Husband's Call
The Dubai skyline shimmered like a mirage, lights blurring in a golden haze beyond the penthouse windows. The sun had set in Dubai with ceremonial grace—long shadows drawn across silk rugs and balcony glass, the city's lights blinking alive like a thousand secrets whispered into the dark.
It was the kind of evening that made the world feel unreal—soft jazz playing from hidden speakers, scented candles flickering across polished marble, and the ocean breeze brushing against open balcony curtains.
Inside the penthouse, inside the master bedroom, Geeta lay naked, her skin radiant and fresh from a slow bath soaked in scented rose oil and vanilla. Her skin glowed, her body relaxed, her hair damp against her bare shoulders. Her thighs still glistened from the oils Jasmine had rubbed in earlier with delicate fingers, part of a ritual that now felt sacred.
She wasn't nervous.
She wasn't conflicted.
She was complete.
A week in paradise had remade her—from a neglected, traditional wife into a polished, mind-fucked masterpiece of sexual rebirth.
And yet, like a ghost from another life, her phone buzzed again on the nightstand.
| ARUN SETHI – Calling
She had ignored Arun's texts all week.
She hadn't thought of him—not even once—until the phone buzzed again.
She glanced at it with disinterest.
Then turned her head when she heard footsteps.
Ryan entered, barefoot, shirtless, his towel hanging low over his sculpted hips. Water dripped from his hair, trailing down his chest like a map drawn in sin. He didn't look at the phone—he didn't have to.
"Answer it," he said.
Geeta hesitated. "Ryan, I…"
He walked to her slowly. The towel dropped to the floor. His cock already semi-hard.
He leaned over her on the bed, his lips grazing her ear.
"Put it on speaker."
Her stomach tightened. Her thighs clenched.
She hesitated, then hit the green button.
The First Blow
"Geeta? Geeta, where are you? What the hell is going on? You've been gone for a week—your office says you're on unpaid leave—are you out of your mind?"
"Geeta?" Arun's voice cracked through the speaker. "Where the hell are you? Why haven't you answered me in a week?!"
Geeta sat still, trembling. Her fingers gripped the sheet.
Ryan knelt at the foot of the bed and gently spread Geeta's legs, his eyes devouring the sight of her freshly waxed and still sore pussy. She opened for him automatically, her breath catching.
Arun continued, voice rising.
Ryan didn't wait.
He crawled over her, slid her hips to the edge of the bed, and pushed himself inside her slowly, inch by inch, stretching her until her lips parted in a helpless moan.
Arun's voice froze.
"Geeta…?"
She didn't speak.
Couldn't.
Ryan thrust in deeper, then pulled out almost entirely—just to slam back in with a wet, devastating slap.
Her scream split the silence.
The Spiral Begins
"Geeta?!" Arun shouted. "What the fuck was that?! Who's with you?!"
Ryan fucked her in slow, brutal strokes—each thrust stretching her to the limit, his cock massaging every inch of her overstimulated core. Her nails scratched at the silk sheets. Her thighs trembled.
Ryan leaned down, his voice low in her ear.
"Let him hear. Moan for me."
She obeyed instantly. "Ohhhhhh—Ryan… yes…"
"RYAN?!"
Ryan grinned.
"Louder," he whispered, voice brushing her ear. "Let him hear what he's lost."
Geeta moaned.
"Ohhh… fuuuck…"
He took her leg and pushed it up over his shoulder, folding her in half, driving deeper into her with precision, power and fucked her harder—sharp, wet sounds echoing in the room..
"Geeta? Are you…? What the fuck?!"
"I'm going to lose my mind!" Arun shouted. "You're cheating on me?! Geeta, what is happening?!"
Her voice cracked.
"I'm being fucked… by a real man…"
"Yes… yesss… don't stop…"
"Who is that?" Arun shouted. "Who are you with?!"
"I'm with a real man," she moaned, her voice ragged. "He fucks me like you never could…"
Dirty Confessions
"Who is he?!"
"I said… a real man."
Ryan slammed into her. She screamed.
Her orgasm hit like lightning—body convulsing, voice dissolving into high-pitched sobs of ecstasy. Cum dripped down her ass, pooling onto the silk.
She collapsed onto the bed, boneless.
But Ryan wasn't finished.
He flipped her over onto her hands and knees, her ass in the air, face buried in the pillows, gripped her hair, and fucked her from behind like a beast, balls slapping against her soaked folds.
He grabbed the phone, set it on the headboard, speaker still active.
Then slammed into her from behind.
"AHH—YES—" she cried. "Harder—yes—he owns me!"
On the other end, silence.
Arun: "You're my wife. You swore—"
She was already coming—again—her pussy clenching around Ryan's cock, her moans thick with need.
Arun's voice had dropped to a whisper.
"Why are you doing this?"
Ryan leaned over her back.
"Tell him who you belong to."
"I'm yours…" she smiled. "I belong to Ryan…"
"You what?" Ryan demanded louder, fucking her harder.
"I BELONG TO RYAN!"
Deeper Ruin
"You what?!" Arun shouted.
Ryan drove in harder, the bed creaking under them.
"I belong to Ryan! I'm his slut—his toy—his whore!"
Her words echoed like a slap across continents.
Ryan lifted her off the bed mid-thrust, holding her body against his chest as he continued to thrust upward, her moans vibrating across the speaker.
He licked her shoulder, bit down softly.
"She's been with me all week," Ryan said, addressing the phone for the first time. "I've filled her every day. She begs for it now."
"YOU BASTARD—"
Geeta moaned louder. "YES—he owns me—he fucks me in elevators, in boutiques, on balconies—he's inside me right now!"
She came again.
Shaking.
With a smile and satisfaction painted on her face.
Final Breaking
Ryan dropped her back onto the bed.
"Open your mouth."
She obeyed.
He shoved his cock between her lips, still coated in her juices, and she began to suck with hunger.
Arun's voice was shaking. "Geeta… please…"
Ryan took the phone, held it to her mouth.
"Answer him."
Geeta pulled off Ryan's cock with a loud pop, saliva trailing down her chin, and whispered:
"No… I'm not your wife anymore…"
"I'm Ryan's cumdump now."
Arun was silent.
Ryan pushed her back, spread her thighs wide, and mounted her again.
His thrusts were savage. Possessive. Final.
Her orgasm built again—third? Fourth? She didn't know.
When Ryan groaned and exploded inside her, she came with him—howling, completely destroyed.
Aftermath – Silence on the Line
The room fell quiet.
Her body twitched beneath him, still filled with his cum, thighs shaking uncontrollably.
The phone was still on.
Arun had heard it all.
He had heard his wife surrender every inch of her body and dignity to another man.
Ryan ended the call with one tap.
No words. No apology.
Just silence.
The Afterglow
Geeta lay on her side, breath shallow, a blissful, broken smile on her face.
Ryan joined her, wrapping an arm around her waist.
"You've broken him," he said softly.
Her voice was raw, lips swollen.
"Good."
And for the first time in seven days, she fell asleep not as Geeta Sethi, wife of Arun—
But as the property of Ryan.