Indian Cuckold Husbands Journey Ch 04

Recap: I am an engineer and settled in Bangalore with my beloved wife, Rashmi. I have always been a closet cuckold but never openly talked about it with my wife. My wife is a natural Bengali beauty with fair skin and big, beautiful eyes. She is thick in the right places and sexually charged. I am a typical timid Bengali man who has erectile dysfunction. Rashmi was getting a bit frustrated in our sexless marriage. Things took a drastic turn when Adnan entered our life as our driver. My wife started having an affair with him openly in front of me, and my dream became a reality. Though I had a different imagination about cuckolding, the reality was much different. Adnan was a sadist, and he loved to degrade other races and religions. He manipulated my wife and became a dominant bull.

This is part 2 of our Bali trip.

The following day, Adnan slept until late. Rashmi and I went to have breakfast while Adnan was sleeping. I felt like Rashmi was treating me well today; once we were out of the resort, she held my hand while walking. The best part of this trip was I was no longer in chastity due to airport restrictions. I had significant pain in my private part, though, due to a tight cage that I had worn continuously for the last couple of months. There was a private beach; we sat there looking at the beautiful ocean, holding each other. Rashmi looked stunning; her hair swayed gently in the wind. She was wearing a yellow bra with short black hot pants. Her lips were swollen due to the awesome sex she had with Adnan the previous night. She also made them look fuller by the way she applied her lipstick, and her neck was adorned with love bite marks. Her short dress revealed too much of her love-making adventure. Her suggestive "Queen of Spades" breast tattoo was clearly visible; it had drawn much attention lately. I, like an obedient cuckold, suggested this tattoo, thinking that it would be mostly covered, but her new fashion sense couldn't cover it much. I was hoping people wouldn't know the meaning of her tattoo.

While sitting in there, she asked if I still loved her as much as I used to do earlier. I responded affirmatively. She looked into my eyes and smiled. She kissed me on my cheeks. She asked if it bothered me to see her getting intimate with Adnan. I didn't know what to answer.

"I feel jealous, but it turns me on too" -- I responded.

"I want you to understand, even though my body belongs to Adnan, you are still my husband", -- She said while placing her hand on my hand.

I felt a bit encouraged. "Do you love Adnan?" -- I wanted to hear from her.

"You know, Adi, I don't want to lie to you. I love Adnan, but no one ever said a woman can't love more than one person. I love him as my lover, but I love you as my husband." -- She cleared her stance.

I didn't expect it. I wanted to hear her say that she only loved me and that Adnan was just her sex toy. I knew this was my new truth. I looked at her. A beautiful woman, intellectual and sexually potent. It made complete sense why she would even waste her time with someone who couldn't satisfy her physically. At least she gave me the privilege to be her husband.

In the meantime, a group of two couples sat next to us. I wanted to change the topic of discussion as I was sure they could hear us if they paid attention.

She tried to sit comfortably, spreading her legs. Too much of her skin was visible; even one guy from that group started to stare at her bare legs and hips. She noticed, too, but didn't mind. Thanks to Adnan, she was getting too comfortable with her body.

I could still see some white cum patches on her inner thighs from yesterday night. I knew he ejaculated inside her, and it trickled down her thighs. I informed her about it. She laughed and jokingly asked if I wanted to lick it and taste Adnan's dried cum.

"Do you remember our kiss when Adnan cummed on both of us?" -- She asked.

"I do" -- I nodded.

I was uncomfortable because the group sitting beside us could hear our conversation. I didn't want others to know my wife's lifestyle.

"I know you remember it; you were slurping his cum from all over my face. You didn't even leave a drop of it. -- She asked calmly.

My face turned red. I couldn't deny her as she was spitting facts as we did countless cum kisses after that. Even I got used to body fluid exchange as I started doing cum cleanup after sex almost regularly. I looked at her; I was seeing a woman who was in the transition of being a sex addict bitch from a vanilla wife.

"Adi, I want you to be my submissive hubby on this trip. No one knows us here, so I think it's the right place to try it out" -- Rashmi said.

"What do you mean by that?" -- I responded with a surprised reaction.

"Don't worry. We will spice up this relationship. I am sure you will enjoy it. Adnan has a good plan to make you feel comfortable, which will strengthen our bond in the long term, " she assured.

Last night, they went for a walk alone. I was sure Adnan shared this plan with Rashmi. I realised now that I was not the first husband he made a cuck of. He was experienced in this game and knew how to control the relationship, though I assumed everything in my head.

She went on to explain how Adnan made her feel like a sexy woman again. He apparently touched her in places I would never be able to. Also, as per her, she felt incredibly turned on while he kissed her aggressively and bit her lips.

"He is a real man. The way he touches my body and feels lust for me. I know you agree with me." she got lost in her thoughts about the previous night.

Before I could say anything, she turned towards me, smiled and said, "We also need hardworking men like you to provide for us, don't we? I am so proud of you, my hubby."

"Since when did you want to be a cuckold; answer me honestly?" -- Rashmi asked me. I wasn't ready for this question. I was stuttering. "I always wanted to see you happy in bed, but I couldn't perform. I always imagined you to get pleasure from men who can do justice to your body."

She kept her hand on my crotch and asked - "Do you think Adnan is doing justice to my body?"

"I believe so." I was looking at her beautiful fingers. I had seen them exploring Adnan's body way too often by now.

She looked at me intently and responded- "being a woman who enjoys sex is hard".

"Do you think you want to see me getting impregnated by Adnan?" Before she could finish, my dick turned hard, and it was evident as I wasn't wearing any inners.

She smiled at me and said -- "I love you, hubby, but I love Adnan a little more."

She was good at teasing me. She knew how I would feel. I was torn between jealousy and sexual arousal. The beautiful morning made me feel romantic, and I was running my fingers against her sexy thighs. Her silky-smooth skin felt great; I was also trying to remove those dried cum patches. She asked teasingly- "What are you going to do about the load he dumped in my mouth?"

I asked her why she never swallowed mine.

"When was the last time your's stayed hard for more than a couple of seconds? You get hard seeing your wife being someone else's slut, isn't it?"

"Were you always like this?" -- I asked her back.

She looked far, feeling the breeze. "Just remember one thing, Adnan isn't the only man fucked me after our marriage."

My imagination ran wild. I had so many questions in my mind; did she cheat on me with someone else? Before I could ask her, she had kept her fingers on my lip. She calmly asked me to keep my mouth shut, and she would tell me everything when the time was right.

While we were talking, Adnan called Rashmi up and asked her to come home. I was mentally torn and physically aroused when she disconnected the call, saying, " Love you." I could see my wife turned more submissive to Adnan and ready to do everything he asked for. We got up and headed back to our room; I wasn't sure if anyone from the adjacent group could hear our conversation.

On the way back to the resort, she didn't hold my hand, and when I tried, she told me Adnan might not like it. She explained to me that being her cuck didn't make me weak; instead, it showed my character and courage. How I accepted my role to provide for her and fulfil her wishes proves I was man enough to respect her boundaries and happiness. She also mentioned she was proud of me.

Once we reached our room, Adnan was ready. I asked permission to enter their room, which Adnan enforced as a rule. Rashmi was feeling hot, so she went to take a shower.

Adnan asked me to come closer to him. I went near him and stood there. He ordered me to get naked. I obliged as he was getting physical lately and didn't want to get a slap from him. As per him, getting a slap from a bull was a kind of blessing for cucks. I stood there wearing nothing, and my limp dick was hanging in the air. He looked at it, laughed and said -- "what the fuck is this? Even my 10-year-old nephew's dick is bigger than yours."

He then grabbed his laptop and played a video dated yesterday.

I didn't respond but couldn't take my eyes off the video. In the video, my wife was on her knees, and Adnan was sitting comfortably on the couch. She was wearing a dark brown colour bikini string bra and panty. Her hair was open, and she was wearing her mangal sutra (marital necklace). She wore dark red lipstick, making her beautiful lips more prominent than her natural fair complexion. She was looking absolutely gorgeous. All the curves of her body were clearly visible in that skimpy bikini. Her bigger breasts were not fitting in it and were almost popping out. Adnan loved holding them in his strong hands and squeezing them all day. They started to get a bit bigger. My wife already had a bigger ass, but since Adnan began to fuck her ass frequently, it had grown slightly bigger too. That panty didn't do any justice to cover her ass.

I could see his thick dick was semi-hard. My wife started rubbing her hand on his shaft. She started jerking it slowly and steadily after dropping her saliva on it. I could see her right hand with our martial ring on her finger going up and down on his circumcised cock. It was very symbolic for me. Gradually, his dick began to stiffen up. She looked into his eyes and rolled her tongue on the shaft of his dick. Adnan moaned and grabbed her hair. My wife grabbed his dick and started moving her tongue on the tip of his dick. She did spit a little more on it before taking it into her mouth.

"Your loving wife is feasting on my dick. Do you see it, bitch?" He mockingly looked at me while I was captivated by my wife's skills in the video.

His black dick began to shine in her saliva. Once it was in her mouth, it started getting harder and harder. Adnan screamed at her to suck it like a slut. She didn't mind being called a slut; she accepted her role and intensified her action. While she was sucking, her mangal sutra was dangling around his ball sack. Her head was moving like a machine, giving ultimate pleasure to Adnan. She was no longer my wife; instead, a cheap slut trying her best to make her client happy.

I could hear Adnan screaming in the video - "Ah, suck my dick, you filthy bitch. Take it completely in your slutty mouth."

Adnan started to moan loudly. She didn't stop. Her hands moved to his balls and began to squeeze them. Adnan was feeling the pain and pleasure all at the same time. He wasn't being able to control. My wife was incredibly horny, and Adnan was so hard my wife was sucking his dick without holding it with her hands. She was using her mouth like a pleasure machine, taking it deep into her throat.

The only sound I was getting was of Adnan's hard dick sliding inside my wife's wet mouth while he was degrading her verbally, continuously calling her his slut.

"You have no idea how it feels to fuck a married bitch, in front of her husband. See how your wife is being a whore for me; you are a silly Bengali cunt." -- I got interrupted by him again; his racism was at its peak. He humiliated me in all possible ways. Still, I continued to watch.

After a while, she slowly took his dick out of her mouth and requested Adnan to lift his legs. It was a rare sight. Adnan was half lying there with his legs lifted; it was more of a feminine position for Adnan's liking. Rashmi went down slightly and shoved her tongue in his ass hole and started to lick it. Adnan screamed in pleasure. My wife wasn't someone to keep the job half finished; she also began to give him a hand-job while rimming his anus.

I couldn't believe my eyes; it was my wife licking Adnan's ass hole. I dreamed of her being the mother of my kids, my loving wife, and sipping tea together in a garden after retirement. All those dreams were still intact but were tarnished by reality. I will never be able to change the fact that my wife was fucked by Adnan like his mistress. I would never be able to kiss her without the thought of how her tongue rimmed his ass.

After rimming him for a long, she started to lick his ball sack, giving ultimate pleasure to Adnan.

I lost myself while watching that video.

"You are a pathetic loser husband", -- Adnan commented, which brought me back to reality.

I didn't understand initially, but later, I realised. While I was watching the video, my limp dick started to lick pre cum. His choice of words turned me on further. The video continued to play. In the next scene of the video, Adnan made her lie down and started to lick her erect nipples and gently kissed my wife's neck, and she reacted shyly. She pulled him closer to her and hugged him. She was looking so small in front of Adnan's massive body. Rashmi ran her hands on his muscular triceps and chest while Adnan kissed her. He turned her and started to bite her naked back, gradually going towards her beautiful large ass.

I couldn't resist anymore. My soft dick started to throb, and I came. Adnan was laughing.

"Are you really her husband or a sissy bitch. You just watched your loving wife getting ravished by me, and you ejaculated seeing it? You are a pathetic sissy" -- Adnan was trying to tear me into pieces with his words.

Meanwhile, my wife came out of the bathroom and didn't understand why Adnan was humiliating me. She just saw me naked and was trying to understand the context. Adnan mockingly explained to her how I ejaculated, seeing the video of their sexual adventure.

Did you get turned on seeing us like that?" she asked, trying to understand the authenticity of my reaction.

I didn't say anything. I kept my head down. She asked me the same question again politely. This time, instead of staying silent, I nodded. I looked at the laptop again, but Adnan had closed its lid by then.

"Do you want to see what happened next?"- She asked calmly and sweetly.

I wasn't turned on as much as I was earlier. I had already cummed. I responded negatively.

"You have to watch the remaining right now, live. Won't you for me?" - She looked into my eyes holding my face.

She got up on the bed and invited Adnan into her arms. For the first time, I was instructed to sit in bed to watch them up close. I had no idea what was in store for me.

Rashmi was wearing a see-through black babydoll nighty. Her fair skin and curves were clearly visible. Adnan was running his fingers on her stomach and feeling her curves while she started kissing his neck. His hands began exploring her whole body, cleavage, hips and ass, finally pausing on her vagina. Slowly, he began to rub it while kissing her lips.

I could see my wife's tongue sliding on Adnan's; it was a passionate smooch. She closed her big dark eyes and started to feel Adnan's tongue and lips. After a long smooch, Adnan began to add more bite marks on her neck. While Adnan was at it, her eyes were fixed on me.

"Don't you love it when Adnan kisses and shows love to your wife?" - She asked.

"I do." -- I responded.

"Bengali men are just bunch of eunuchs; no wonder their wives love to fuck other men." - Adnan was at it again.

I kept my mouth shut. I was feeling disrespected. Rashmi understood it from my face.

"Please don't talk to my husband like this, Adnan." -- Rashmi pleaded.

Adnan understood he might have upset my wife, but he was a dominant man. He took my wife's face in his big hands and kissed her lips.

"You are my beautiful whore baby; I know how much you crave for my dick. Don't worry; your husband will be fine soon, and I will ensure going forward I won't insult your sissy husband in front of you. Let's continue now." -- Adnan instructed my wife, and she obliged.

I loved it when she took a stand for me, but here she was, lost in exploring Adnan's body again.

After a while, the sexual anticipation was so much that both of them were sweating profusely. My wife always liked dirty sex, sweat, cum and a few unconventional things. She was enjoying Adnan's sweaty body and started to lick his hairy chest.

"Adnan, why don't you fuck me out in the open today? I want to have sex under the stars while hearing the sound of waves hitting the shore"- Rashmi asked. Adnan seemed to like this idea.

My heart started to thump harder; what would happen if someone saw us there?

To be continued...