Indian Cuckold Husbands Journey Ch 01

Let me start my story by introducing myself. I am Aditya. I am originally from Kolkata, the city of joy. I am currently working as a software engineer in Bangalore. I am settled here with my wife, Rashmi, who works in one of the IT firms.

I am 33, and she is 30. We have been married for the past five years. She is beautiful and voluptuous, and she likes to maintain herself.

A few days back, she fell from the stairs and twisted her ankle. It was difficult for her to drive to the office even after two weeks of recovery. I searched for a reliable cab driver who could do 16 hours of daily duty. It was a real challenge to find someone like that. Finally, I got a referral from one of my close friends. The driver asked to make it full-time, and he would charge less if I provided accommodation. We stayed in a 3.5 BHK with a servant room; it looked fair. We completed his background check within a week, and he moved in.

Adnan was 32 years old, 6'1" tall, muscular, and dark-skinned. He was from Hyderabad. We were not very conservative and treated him like a regular family member. We used to have dinner together, which helped us get to know each other. I was happy that my wife wasn't intimidated by his stature.

A month passed, and I felt Rashmi was quite comfortable with Adnan. He was a funny guy and used to make her laugh like crazy. My wife used to wear shorts and T-shirts inside the home before Adnan started staying, but she stopped wearing those once he moved in. Gradually, I observed that she had become quite comfortable wearing short dresses again.

One day, I was sleeping but got up because of a bad dream. I saw Rashmi wasn't there next to me. I thought she might have gone to the bathroom, but even after 10 mins, she didn't come out. I got down from the bed and opened the bathroom door, but she wasn't there. I was confused and thought of checking the hall room. As I opened the bedroom door, she was there. She was startled and screamed in shock. She was sweating, and her face and hair were a mess. Hearing her scream, Adnan came out; he was wearing nothing but underwear. Rashmi saw him, and I couldn't see her reaction as the room was dark. Rashmi rushed into her bedroom, and I followed her. I asked her, "Where did you go?"

She said she wanted to feel the fresh air on the balcony because she felt hot inside the room. She asked me why I had gotten up in the middle of the night. I told her about the bad dream, and she comforted me. She smelled slightly different; she probably sweated a lot.

The following day, I got up late. I saw Adnan and my wife talking on the balcony. Seeing me, she smiled and asked, "Ah, finally you got up." I didn't know what to answer, as I wasn't comfortable seeing her coming out in front of Adnan in that short night dress.

We were not physically intimate for a few years, primarily because I wasn't good in bed. She initially tried to initiate it, but I couldn't do it. I started noticing my wife was treating Adnan like her friend and getting too close. That night, I asked her if she was falling for him. To my surprise, she responded--yes.

I asked her what she wanted to do. I was scared that she would leave me. She responded that Adnan fulfilled her physical needs and she would be pleased if I accepted it. My mind wasn't working, and I asked- what did you mean by he fulfilled it? She just looked down and nodded. I was stunned. After some time, she approached me and asked me -- do you love me? I said yes. She asked if I let her continue, and it would happen before me.

I asked what she wanted me to do. She asked me if I could be her cuckold and accepted Adnan as our bull. I was helpless, and strangely, the thought made me hard. I noticed Adnan's bulge that night and knew it would be huge. Rashmi felt my thoughts and touched me down there. She was surprised and said- you were never this hard before. I was feeling ashamed, though.

She asked me to sit on the chair and then left. After a couple of minutes, she came back with Adnan. He entered the room and looked at me with a grin on his face. He asked if my wife had told me how satisfied she was with him. I looked down, and he slapped her ass. He told me that my wife would be his slut going forward. He asked her to dress up like a bride for him. Rashmi took her marriage saree and left the room to wear it.

Adnan asked me to remove my dress. I didn't respond. He slapped me hard, and I wasn't ready for that force. Naturally, I obliged. He looked at my size and busted out laughing. He asked me to make it hard, but I couldn't. He humiliated me in every way possible, including my race and my religion and commented my wife was supposed to take him as her lover as I was not man enough. Meantime, to my relief, Rashmi entered the room. She was exactly looking like the way she was looking on the day of our marriage.

Adnan started kissing her while removing her drape. He kissed her neck and gave her a love bite. His hands were exploring her entire body, touching places which I didn't even touch. She was moaning in pleasure. He slowly removed my wife's saree before me, followed by blouse and petticoat. Her perfectly shaped body was minimally covered. He started using his tongue and licked her nipples. Suddenly, Adnan called me and instructed me to lick her feet. I obliged. He gradually moved down and started licking her down there. She couldn't handle the pleasure; she screamed, saying she loved Adnan. After ravishing my wife with his tongue, he made her stand naked. Rashmi's boobs turned red the way Adnan squeezed them. Her nipples were erected as she was fully turned on.

She was standing naked in front of Adnan. Adnan sat on the chair and removed his pants. I have never seen something that big in my life. He ordered my wife to take care of it. She sat there on her knees and started caressing it with her hand.

He pulled her hair and shoved that thick meat in her mouth. All I could see was her head bobbing, and she was gagging on it. His black dick was shining in her saliva. He started pushing her mouth faster over time, eventually choking her. He was hard as a rock. Finally, he made her lean against me in the doggy style and began fucking her from behind. She screamed in pain, but he didn't stop. I had never seen my wife so happy and fulfilled to date. She was screaming his name while begging for more while maintaining eye contact with me. Adnan commented if I could hear what his bitch or my wife was saying.

It felt like an eternity; he ejaculated inside her. I could see cum oozing out of her vagina down through her thighs. My wife was sweating and breathing heavily. To my surprise, he wasn't done. He cummed on her sindoor and Mangal sutra. Adnan teased me, saying what kind of husband I was. He instructed me to go and make her feel comfortable and that I should also kiss her. I should do everything that would help her in reducing the pain.

I went closer to Rashmi, she was cum soaked, and it was dripping from her lips and chin, and she smiled at me. She said she never expected me to agree and take it sportingly. The next thing I knew, I felt her lips in my mouth. The same lips that were rubbing against Adnan's dick a few minutes back. She pushed my head to suck her nipples; they were already wet by Adnan's saliva. I licked them, and the taste of her sweat and Adnan's saliva hit me differently. That night, all three of us slept in the same bed. I realized a new relationship journey started from today. My relationship with Rashmi would never be the same, and she convinced me it was better for our relationship.