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.
