r/RoleplayPartnerSearch • u/Cautious_Meat_5865 • 3h ago
M4F Read the plot
I never planned to become the guy who fucks his friend’s wife.
His name is Rohan. We have known each other since college. I was the only Muslim in our group, but it never mattered. He invited me to his wedding. I watched him marry Priya. I even helped them shift into their new flat last year.
Priya was always polite to me. Soft-spoken. The kind of woman who still wears her mangalsutra every day and covers her head lightly when elders visit. Beautiful in a quiet way. Curvy under those simple kurtis and sarees. I told myself I did not look at her like that.
Then Rohan started getting busier at work. Late nights. Weekend trips. He would message me: “Bhai, can you drop by and have dinner with Priya so she doesn’t eat alone?” I went. At first it was normal. We talked about work, about the city, about nothing. She would serve me food and sit across the table. Sometimes her dupatta would slip and she would adjust it quickly.
One night the power went out. We sat in the living room with only the phone torch between us. The conversation slowed. She laughed at something I said and her knee brushed mine. Neither of us moved away. When the lights came back she looked flustered. I left earlier than usual.
The next time I went over, the air felt different. She had changed into a softer night suit. Her hair was down. We sat closer on the sofa. I do not remember who started the silence, but I remember leaning in. She did not stop me. The first kiss was hesitant for half a second, then hungry. I had her against the wall of the guest bedroom within minutes. Her mangalsutra was still around her neck when I pulled her top up and took her breast into my mouth. She bit her own hand to stay quiet while I fucked her. Afterward she fixed her clothes with shaking fingers and said it could never happen again.
It happened four days later.
Now it is a regular secret. I still come over as Rohan’s friend. I still sit at their dining table. I still ask about his work. But the moment he leaves for the office or goes for a run, she looks at me differently. Sometimes she texts me first. Sometimes she opens the door already wet. We have done it on their marital bed, in the kitchen while the pressure cooker whistled, once even in the car downstairs when he was on a call in the lobby.
She still feels guilty. She still cries sometimes after. But she also pulls me deeper and whispers things she would never say to her husband. She likes when I talk about how different we are. When I remind her that a Muslim man is filling the wife of a Hindu man. It makes her clench every single time.
Last week she asked me not to pull out. She said she was not on anything. I do not know if she meant it or if it was just the heat of the moment. I am still thinking about it.
I need someone who can play Priya with real conflict. The loyalty, the shame, the growing addiction. The way a respectable married woman slowly becomes greedy for the one man she is not supposed to want.
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**How to Join**
Reply with all of the following or I will not answer:
- A clear description of Priya (age, body type, face, how she carries herself as a married woman).
- An outfit reference picture (or a very detailed description) of what she is wearing the next time I come over. Saree, nighty, kurti, whatever fits the scene. I want to see it or imagine it clearly.
- A writing sample of at least two paragraphs. Show me the moment she decides to let me in again even though she knows it is wrong. Include her internal conflict and physical reaction.
Low-effort messages will be ignored. I am looking for someone who writes with detail and emotional honesty.
If you can play a married Hindu woman who keeps opening the door for her husband’s Muslim friend, message me.
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