Indian Male Bisexuality

"Imran, you should have been honest with me," Pooja Bawa said, looking somewhat reproachfully at her husband of twenty years. Imran Sheikh took a deep breath and looked at Pooja, the lovely woman who'd shared his life and his bed for more than two decades. He'd been in love with her ever since they met at Chandigarh University in the Mohali District of Punjab State, India. Since then, they'd gotten hitched, moved to Ottawa, started a family, bought a home, and embraced their new lives in a new country. If only things had remained that simple...

Imran Sheikh and his wife Pooja Bawa moved to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, from Punjab State of India and had to adjust to a new life and a new culture. Imran returned to school, eventually earning a Master's degree in Business at Carleton University. Imran resented the Canadian government for making him retake the same business training he'd already earned at Chandigarh University but there was no use crying over spilt milk. Imran accepted a position at the Canada Revenue Agency's downtown Ottawa branch. He had a family to provide for, after all.

Pooja Bawa followed her husband Imran's example and went back to school, earning a Nursing degree at the University of Ottawa before getting hired at the Civic Hospital on Carling Avenue near Nepean, Ontario. The couple bought a nice townhouse in the Marketplace area of Barrhaven and had two daughters, Anandamayi and Amodini, both of whom were currently attending Ryerson University in the City of Toronto, Ontario.

At the moment, although Imran missed Anandamayi and Amodini, he was thankful for his daughters absence because he wouldn't want them to see the quarrel he and Pooja were having. Imran faced the very possibility that the marriage and family he valued so much were about to come apart at the seams, and the Indian-Canadian businessman and family patriarch only had himself to blame. I hope we can turn this around, Imran pleaded to whatever Divine force made the Universe.

"Pooja, I love you, but I thought my feelings for men would go away, I didn't want to hurt you," Imran said plaintively, tears brimming in his eyes. At forty five, Imran Sheikh stood six foot one, with dark curly hair streaked with gray and brilliant brown eyes that usually looked out at the world without fear. Today, though, as Pooja, his wife of twenty years learned of his bisexuality, Imran felt as though his entire world were crumbling.

"Lots of women are married to men with sexual secrets, it's not the end of the world, though my trust in you is broken," Pooja said, shaking her head. Imran nodded at that and remained silent. For most of his adult life, Imran Sheikh was aware of the fact that he liked both women and men. In the Republic of India, just about the worst thing that a person could be is bisexual, gay or lesbian. Imran remembered watching men suspected of being 'sexually immortal' getting beat up on the streets of Chandigarh, and the police did nothing about it.

"I love you Pooja and I've never cheated on you with anyone, woman or man," Imran said, and Pooja cut her eyes at him. Throughout their marriage, which was happy for the most part, Pooja always suspected that there was something Imran wasn't telling her. He was tall, handsome and masculine, with a deep voice and a certain charisma about himself that many people admired. Pooja was happy that her hubby Imran never checked out other women in front of her, but he did seem oddly nervous around certain men...

"What about Oscar?" Pooja demanded haughtily, referring to Oscar Norton, the six-foot-tall, handsome young African American guy renting the apartment down the street from their home. Pooja noticed that the overly friendly Oscar, who was fluent in Hindi for some reason, and the way he always looked into Imran's eyes. Imran, the hard-working, faithful married guy and devoted father seemed to get as nervous as a schoolgirl at a Jonas Brothers Concert when in Oscar's presence...

"Oscar and I are just friends," Imran said, and Pooja narrowed her eyes. Pooja Bawa, all five-foot-eight and one hundred and eighty pounds of her seemed to tower before Imran, who shrank from her even though he was much taller and stronger than she would ever be. Pooja glowered at him mercilessly, and Imran bit his lip. Pooja looked like she wanted to hurt him, but seemed to barely restrain herself. Imran and Pooja had always respected one another throughout their decades of marriage, but things were definitely coming to a crash between them...

"Imran, your friend Oscar is openly bisexual according to his Facebook page, he's got big-booty pictures of Tennis player Serena Williams and shirtless pictures of Actor Shahid Kapoor, I guess he likes Indian men," Pooja said haughtily, hands on her hips. Suspicious women do better detective work than Batman and Sherlock Holmes, Imran thought, cursing his lousy luck. Imran knew he was totally busted, and from the merciless expression on Pooja's face, she was at her wits end...

"Oscar is cool, and a friend, and while I did tell him about my bisexual feelings, he wasn't interested in me, in fact, he was asking me for advice on how to deal with Farzana, the brown Muslim gal at Walmart, her parents didn't approve of her dating Oscar," Imran said, pausing for effect. In truth, Oscar and Imran talked about a great many things as their unorthodox friendship blossomed. Oscar did have a thing for Farzana, true, but his affections for her were eclipsed by his growing feelings for Imran...

"Alright, Imran, let's say I believe you, where do we go from here? Will I ever be enough for you?" Pooja asked, tears brimming in her lovely brown eyes. A bit on the tall side for an Indian gal, curvy, with dark brown skin, lively brown eyes and long dark hair streaked with gray, Pooja Bawa was as beautiful now as she was the day Imran met her at Chandigarh University, decades ago. I love this woman with all my heart, Imran thought, marveling at his dear Pooja.

"Pooja, I have always felt attracted to girls and guys, but I love only you," Imran said truthfully, and then he pulled his wife into his arms and kissed her. Pooja embraced Imran and kissed him back, and then, slowly, the doubts and fear that she felt erode like ice in the sun. After a passionate kiss reminiscing of their courtship back in the City of Chandigarh, India, Imran and Pooja shared a smile. Hand in hand, husband and wife returned to the bedroom.

"Make love to me," Pooja told Imran, and he smiled as she took off her shirt and jeans, revealing a curvaceous, brown-skinned body that had gotten only better with time, like a fine wine. Imran admired Pooja's lovely form, from her angelic face to her big round tits, her slightly rounded little belly, her wide hips and her thick thighs. My woman now and forevermore, Imran thought as he began his approach into her.

"As you wish, madam," Imran replied, and he kissed Pooja's lips while caressing her breasts, which were ripe and full, augmented naturally by motherhood and time. Pooja sighed happily as Imran kissed her nipples, and slid his hand between her thick thighs. Imran's fingers wormed their way into Pooja's vagina, and stimulated her quite nicely. Pooja moaned and squirmed as Imran worked his magic on her. My hubby hasn't lost his magic touch, Pooja thought as Imran did his thing...

"Hmm, keep doing that," Pooja murmured as Imran licked a path to her crotch, after sucking on her tits. Imran buried his face between Pooja's thick thighs and began to give her pussy a good licking. Fastening his lips to Pooja's clitoris, Imran sucked on her sweet spot greedily, causing his darling wife to moan and squeal in sheer delight. Imran worked two fingers into Pooja's pussy then added a third, and her screams changed in tempo. He was just getting started...

"Hell yeah," Imran said, drinking Pooja's hot girly cum as his wife came, squirting all over his darkly handsome face. Imran drank the liquid form of Pooja's feminine essence, and she sighed happily, looking at her husband through moist eyes. Once more, they kissed, and then a grinning Pooja reached for Imran's manhood, stroking him. Imran held his breath as Pooja got on her knees and took his dick into her mouth. Oh yeah, Imran thought as Pooja began fellating him. Truth be told, Imran felt that Pooja sucked dick even better than some guys whom he used to mess around with back in the day, before they met...

"Do you like that?" Pooja paused to say, winking at Imran as she caressed his balls while licking his dick head. My naughty wife knows no limits, Imran thought as Pooja slid her finger up his ass while fellating him. Pooja's expert ass fingering and dick sucking soon had Imran hard as a rock. Pooja looked up at Imran, a naughty grin on her face. Without another word, Pooja got on all fours, face down and big brown ass up, and Imran grinned.

"I love this ass," Imran said as he gripped Pooja's wide hips and eased his dick into her. Pooja pushed back against her hubby, grinding her big ass against his groin and driving his hard dick deeper inside of her. Pooja groaned happily as Imran began to fuck her with deep, passionate strokes. She'd been sucking and riding that thick dick of his for ages and never gets tired of him. Imran went to town on his darling wife, slamming his dick into Pooja's sweet pussy like there was no tomorrow. They went at it for a while, and then lay in each other's arms after climaxing. Good times...

"So, Imran, I know you love me but I'd like to know your other side," Pooja told her hubby, after some stupendous sex. Imran looked at Pooja and smiled before kissing her forehead. He thanked his lucky stars for having such an understanding wife. Imran knew many other men in his situation who weren't so lucky. The life of a bisexual man is seldom easy. Gay men on the prowl love chasing bisexual men, hoping to convert them, only to lose their minds when the elusive bisexual men they crave choose women over them. For bisexual men in Indian communities, where tradition and family rule every aspect of life, every day is like walking on eggshells...

"Pooja, my dear, I will show you everything," Imran said, and he smiled at his wife, intent on keeping his word. Imran grabbed his laptop and went to one of his favorite spots. The site, geared at bisexual male viewers and curious female porn users, produced some of the hottest content that Imran had ever seen. Lying next to Imran, Pooja watched as he started playing a steamy bisexual porn video featuring a well-built Black man, a curvy, dark-haired Latin woman with a big butt and a slim young South Asian man...

"Oh my," Pooja said, marveling as the video began to play, and Imran smiled at his wife's reaction. Onscreen, the sexually adventurous trio were getting their freak on in a plush hotel bed. The Black man lay back comfortably as the curvy Latin woman sucked his big dark dick while getting fucked from behind by the handsome young South Asian guy. As the action continued, more freaky things started happening. The South Asian guy started sucking the Black man's dick while he made out with the sexy Latin woman.

"It gets better," Imran told Pooja, but his wife didn't answer, her eyes riveted on the TV screen. Pooja found herself both disturbed and aroused by what she was beholding. The South Asian guy was on all fours, his face buried between the Latin woman's thick thighs. He ate her pussy while the Black guy came up behind him and slid his thick dark dick into his ass. Without even realizing it, Pooja began fingering her pussy while the male/male/female bisexual threesome continued to unfold on screen...

"This is actually hot," Pooja said softly, her interest all too evident. The two bisexual male actors and the sexy woman with whom they shared the scene continued with their freaky fun. At some point, the curvy Latin woman found herself sandwiched between the South Asian guy and the Black guy. With a brown dick in her vagina and a Black dick up her ass, she screamed like a banshee. Imran noticed that Pooja was quite aroused by the video, and grinned appreciatively.

"That's the kind of action I can only dream of," Imran said and Pooja looked at him, smiled naughtily, and nodded. They finished watching the video, which concluded after yet another switch of positions for the sexually adventurous trio. The south Asian dude fucked the Latin lady from behind while the Black guy buried his dick inside the South Asian dude's ass. Pooja had never seen anything quite like this and it turned her on immensely...

"Hmm, you've given me a lot to think about, my dear husband," Pooja told Imran, kissing him before going to sleep. Imran was soon passed out, snoring loudly. Pooja watched him sleep, her mind racing. A lot of women would flip out or even threaten divorce if they found out that their husband or boyfriend but Pooja isn't most women. Pooja loves her dear Imran and the family and life that they have, and she isn't giving up either without a fight. Imran's bisexuality is just something which Pooja would have to get used to...or, rather, get control of.

Oscar Norton lay on his bed, in the basement apartment which he rented from a nice old Pakistani couple in the Marketplace Area of Barrhaven, Ontario. Life had been a roller coaster ever since Oscar moved to Ottawa from his hometown of Houston, Texas, for grad school. After a grueling day of mid-terms at Carleton University, Oscar needed his rest. After watching Supernatural on TV, Oscar lay in bed, thinking about his ex-girlfriend, Farzana Raghavan, the young Indian woman he'd met at the Walmart located up the hill, a ten-minute walk from his apartment.

"You're crazy," Farzana told Oscar, the last time they made love. They'd gone to the Odeon Cineplex one night during the summer, to watch X-Men : Dark Phoenix. Afterwards, they got their freak on behind the movie theater, turned on by the thrill of getting caught. Oscar pressed Farzana against the blue wall, and kissed her passionately. Farzana giggled as Oscar fondled her tits, and slid his tongue into her ear.

"I'm just getting started," Oscar told Farzana, and he grinned before going to work on her. Farzana watched as Oscar knelt before her, and pulled down her jeans. After yanking down Farzana's panties, Oscar inhaled the scent of her pussy and then began to give her a serious lick-down. Farzana, a prim and proper, Hijab-wearing Indian Muslim gal, closed her eyes and relaxed as her lover Oscar ate her pussy in public...

"Hmm, feels good," Farzana moaned, loving what Oscar was doing to her. He licked her clit and fingered her pussy. After leaving her a moaning, quivering mess by coaxing a wicked orgasm out of her, Oscar propped Farzana against a large box, bending her over and admiring her big brown ass. Farzana yelped as Oscar smacked her big round butt, and then eased himself into her from behind. Oscar thrust his dick into Farzana's pussy, burying himself deep inside of her. Time to fuck...

"Damn that ass is fine," Oscar said, gripping Farzana's hips as he slammed his dick into her. The curvy Indian-Canadian Muslim cutie squealed in delight, grinding her big ass against her lover's groin as he fucked her. Oscar fucked Farzana with gusto, smacking her ass as he filled her pussy. The curvy cutie kept her grind game strong, giving her man a great visual to work up as she backed that ass up against his groin. Oscar fucked Farzana until he came not once but twice, and then they readjusted their clothes and got out of there...

"Oscar, I really like you but my parents don't approve of us," Farzana told Oscar as they walked around Cambrian Avenue, on their way to their favorite park. Oscar looked at Farzana like she had two heads. They'd been dating for months. Oscar, an avowed bisexual whom neither the ladies nor the fellas could resist, had effectively fallen in love with Farzana. Oscar threw away both his side chicks and his side dudes for Farzana, and now she was talking about leaving him? Fuck that!

"Farzana, I care about you, and I respect your situation, but you're twenty years old, you don't need your folks to tell you when to piss, when to shit and who to fuck," Oscar said angrily. Farzana gasped in shock, not believing her ears. She stared at Oscar who stared right back at her, unfazed by her reaction. Farzana shook her head and gawked at Oscar as though seeing him for the first time. Farzana cared deeply for Oscar and would do anything for him, but his coldness stunned her...

"Oscar, I was going to tell you that maybe we should move in together but now I see that my parents were right about you all along," Farzana said, and with tears in her eyes, she walked away. Oscar watched Farzana walk away, cursing himself for his pride, his anger and his folly. I've pissed away the best thing to ever happen to me, Oscar thought as he went home that night. In the following weeks, Oscar contacted Farzana, seeking to apologize, but she wasn't taking his calls. Eventually, Oscar moved on...

Oscar felt quite lonely, forlorn over the loss of Farzana, until he befriended Imran Sheikh, the handsome Indian dude living down the street. Imran worked for the Canadian government and had a pretty wife, Pooja, and two adult daughters who were studying in the City of Toronto, Ontario. Whenever Oscar looked into Imran's eyes, he sensed that he was dealing with a kindred spirit, another man who swings both ways. That's why Oscar's friendship with Imran blossomed. Well, up until a few days ago, things were great between them...

Oscar slept, and the next day, when he went to the local Walmart for grocery shopping, he was approached by a lovely brown-skinned woman, but not Farzana. Nope, the brown-skinned lady in question was Pooja, Imran's wife. The lady happened to walk by the fruit aisle just as Oscar was checking out a big-booty Jamaican gal who happened to be bending over to tie her shoelaces.

"Hello Oscar, we need to talk," Pooja told him, an enigmatic smile on her lovely face, and she led him to the nearby McDonald's, where they sat down and talked. Oscar had met Pooja before, and of course, his good friend Imran talked about her all the time, but he didn't really know her well. In some ways, just certain ways, Pooja reminded Oscar of Farzana, his attractive ex-girlfriend who worked as a cashier at this very same Walmart.

"Alright, Miss Pooja, I am all ears, what do you want with me?" Oscar said in a polite but firm voice. He'd never been the one to beat around the bush. Pooja smiled at Oscar and appeared to take his measure. So this is the handsome man that my husband fantasizes about, he likes men, but he also like big-bottomed girls, I can work with that, Pooja thought as a wicked idea sprang into her head. In a few simple words, Pooja explained to Oscar exactly what she wanted from him...

Pooja Bawa, Indian-born Canadian wife and mother, nurse practitioner is the lady of the Sheikh Household. In every culture, every race, every nation, the lady of the house runs the house. Pooja has learned about her husband Imran's bisexuality and his crush on a bisexual African American gentleman-scholar named Oscar and found the perfect solution. It's amazing what a good wife does for the husband she loves, at the end of the day...

"I can't believe you did that," Imran said, amazed, as Pooja told him about her encounter with Oscar at Walmart. Pooja grinned and gently hugged her hubby. She knew that Imran was attracted to Oscar in spite of all his protests and this was the perfect solution to a big problem. When Imran looked into Pooja's eyes, she smiled at him, knowing that she would get her way once again. In spite of himself, Imran was turned on and a bit intrigued by what Pooja was proposing...

"Come on, Imran, I think this is going to be fun for all of us, I'm cool with it and so is Oscar, we need you to get onboard," Pooja said, smiling. Imran looked at his wife, this cunning, beautiful and adorably manipulative woman whom he loved more than life itself. Most bisexual men in India would be in danger if their wives found out about their other side. Pooja not only accepted Imran's other side but she was accommodating him in new and fun ways. How could he refuse her?