Finally, we returned to India. Rashmi gradually started to behave normally with me as I began cooperating with them during the trip. I was as obedient as I could be and started to accept the nuances of this kind of relationship. I was naturally submissive, but cuckolding was a different ballgame. The ingrained traditional view of man in society and deviating from that was the hardest thing for me.
I observed some changes in Rashmi. Even though she enjoyed Adnan's company, she somehow felt he was selfish and crud. She probably kept her desires away from me these many years due to shyness or societal pressure, but now that she had a working set-up, she was open to exploring her desires. As she hinted to me during our trip, she had done things to fulfil her sexual desire behind my back, but now she didn't have to hide anything from me. She wanted a sophisticated, charming and sexually romantic man as her partner. She liked the rawness of Adnan, but she felt she wouldn't be able to tolerate it for long. I knew my wife; she didn't want to be dominated for long. She was now a prisoner of her bodily demands.
The only new development was that Rashmi started Facetime Shaq behind Adnan's back, and they became good friends. Shaq was a nice guy, and he acknowledged my role. He was clear in his communication that he wanted all of us to be friends. Unlike Adnan, he never humiliated me. Even though he used to flirt with Rashmi in front of me, at the same time, he was respectful.
Over time, Adnan became more dominant, and Rashmi couldn't do anything about it. His sexual appetite had increased a lot. Rashmi was forced to work from home as Adnan wanted to fuck her two or three times a day. He stopped using condoms completely, which forced Rashmi to begin her contraceptive cycle. There were days when Rashmi was instructed to suck his dick in between her office calls. He continued the tradition of flashing; at least she got comfortable opening the door for delivery persons in a bra. Gradually, but on the flip side, he started to make her wear smaller and more transparent bras.
A month passed, and it was Durga Puja, our biggest festival. On this day, every year, we used to go together for Puja prayer in the morning and break our fast only after Puja in the afternoon. This was the first Durga Puja with Adnan in our lives. He redefined how we celebrated our most important festival.
I spent almost two lakhs in Puja shopping for both her and Adnan. Unfortunately, Adnan selected only costly western dresses for Rashmi that hardly covered her body. He has taken an iPhone for himself. I requested Rashmi to take some saree for Astami(Most important day for Puja). I always admired her choices; she was spot-on with this saree. She got dresses for Adnan from Pataudi's, which were very expensive. Adnan gifted her a silver anklet to keep the key to my chastity cage. Did I forget to tell you? I was back in chastity 24*7.
It was Astami morning; she had already bathed and wore her traditional clothing for the celebration. I loved seeing her in such dresses. This time, she demanded this costly saree for Puja; I didn't mind it at all. After all, she looked stunning in this red and white saree, bangles, and big red bindi. Her diamond nose ring glistened in the morning sunlight, and how she wore her saree made her belly button ring visible, too. She applied sindhoor on her forehead as well. Overall, she was looking like a perfect wife, my dream girl.
I was wearing a traditional kurta, and Puja was about to start in an hour. I grabbed my car key, as the Puja place was close to 10 km away. I wanted to start early due to unforeseen traffic. After getting ready, we came out to the living room.
Adnan was sitting on the sofa; he noticed us, and I knew he would do anything to humiliate me. He looked at Rashmi, and an evil smile sat on his lips.
"Ah, I love Hindu bitches; why didn't you show up yourself like this these many days; I would've fucked you harder."
"If you really want a good healthy family and prosperity for your husband, come and suck my cock" -- Adnan continued.
I could feel Rashmi was irritated, which was visible on her face. She didn't answer.
