Little Intro -- I'm Aditya, 43 now, highly respected and successful investment banker, specializing in international markets. I stand 5.5, slim and fair. Not stud or hunk.
My wife Poonam (now Mistress Pooanm) is 35 now. She helps in my business and co-owner of our investment banking company. She is 5.6, BBW, with great curves at all right places (38d, 30, 36), big expressive eyes and jet black, silky, straight hairs that proudly touch her hips. We live in Bangalore.
We both are from highly traditional family background. This series of stories are, our real journey from being a normal and traditional couple into BDSM, cuckold, humiliations and all.
Mistress Poonam ordered me to write and broadcast our journey to assist and influence other couples, who might be hesitant to explore the forbidden fantasies.
As I'm writing for the first time, flow might get jarred, go awry. Please do bear with me as it will be many stories.
Ours is a love marriage. Poonam was and is my student, I train and mentor aspiring forex traders. We fell in love when I was training her and got married within 3 months. For the 1st 2 years, we had great newbie lovers' life. Ours was (even now) nucleus family, absolute privacy.
One day, she introduced me to her new friend, Girish, final year student and 3 years younger to her. They kept going out for shopping, movies, rides etc. As I was used to Bangalore life, I did not mind it at all. I can see Poonam happier, jovial and having a gala time. Being madly in love with her, I was happy for her happiness.
One evening, Girish came home by 7. We had few drinks, watched tv, kind of party mood. By 9, Poonam asked him to stay back as he had many drinks and it was raining as well. As we stayed alone, we did not have any restrictions. But, I was kind of hesitant, confused as we never had a bachelor staying back with us. At about 10 pm, I said let us sleep. Poonam said, "Adi, you sleep, I will come after some time as I'm not sleepy yet". I said fine and left for our bed room. We were in a 3 bed room flat.
After sometime, I wanted to smoke and remembered that I left my pack in living room. While walking in the corridor to fetch my pack, I was surprised that it was absolute silence in the living room. They were supposed to be chit chatting. In a kind of surprise and curiosity, I walked silently, rather tip toed to the living room. It was the biggest shock in my life to see what was happening there. My traditional, innocent wife was in Girish's arms. Both in tight hug and smooching erotically, hands moving all over the body, each whispering in ears. They both seemed madly lost in each other. I felt the earth below my foot was shattering. This continued for some time and then Poonam voluntarily removed her top and to my utter shock, she was bare under her top and now she exposed her milky, all of 38d water melons to her lover. Girish hungrily attacked them, kissing, fondling, biting them. Poonam was moaning and breathing heavily. I was furious, not knowing what to do. But being a guy, I could feel, my dick growing bigger. After a while, Poonam whispered something to him. They broke the kiss and Poonam wore her top again. As I did not know what to do or what will happen and as I did not want Poonam to think I was stalking them, I silently tip toed to our bed room and pretended to be asleep.
I was reluctant and hesitant with each moment, neither knowing what is happening in living room nor knowing what might happen. After a while, which seemed eternal for me, the door opened and I could feel Poonam came inside.
Poonam -- Adi, are you awake yet?
Me -- (acting sheepishly) yes Baby, trying to sleep surely. why?
Poonam -- Wanted to talk to you.
