Introduction
This is the story of how my marriage evolved into what it is now. My name is Sandhya and my husband is Abhijeet. I was born in a small town in Madhya Pradesh in a middle-class family. My voracious reading of English-language books not only helped me gain a decent job in a domestic call center, but also gave me an insight into other cultures, and the Western world in particular. After marriage, I left the call center job in Mumbai and settled in Bangalore with my husband. There I started teaching Hindi in a private school, which is where I work today.
I was 34 when our marriage began to change. At that time, I didn't have much to complain about, although we were well past the honeymoon stage of our relationship. We had to hear snide remarks from neighbors for being childless. It's unusual in Indian culture, where the logical conclusion of every marriage is a baby and a nice family picture hanging on the wall where a mother is carrying the infant and there is a bright smile on the face of the father - as if giving birth to a child (especially to a boy) is an achievement and a feather in one's cap.
In our case, we'd made a deliberate decision to stay childfree, rather than sacrifice our much-cherished independence and lucrative careers for children. My husband is an IT professional, with a good inheritance from his wealthy father, and I enjoyed my teaching career. Our apartment was opulently styled, in an affluent neighbourhood.
How We Met
I met my husband at a pub in Goa, which is a party destination quite popular among foreigners; especially Europeans. It was my first time in Goa and being a small-town girl, I was a little intimidated by the crowded dance floor and the loud beats of the music. While my colleagues swayed to the music, I took a break, and started talking with Abhijeet, who'd also stepped out for a break. Our initial small talk became interesting and we left the place and walked to the nearby shore. The fresh air around the shorefront was rejuvenating and we opened up to each other, discussing myriad topics and adding each other on Facebook.
Before our next date, we'd already shared a few intimate chats online, and when we met we began our physical relationship. We were adventurous, fucking in hotels, washrooms, cars, and other isolated places. My orthodox parents were dead against the relationship at first, because my husband and I belonged to different castes, but my husband's parents didn't see it as an issue, and their cooperation helped things progress smoothly. We got married in a registrar's office, and threw a small party in a banquet hall with a few close friends and three witnesses.
Wedded Boredom
Like most married couples the initial fizz continued for five or so years, and then boredom began to creep in. My husband was stressed from his work as a software engineer, often working debilitatingly long hours. He was earning well but the quality of life was depleting day by day. My own work hours were reasonable, 9 to 4, but my husband and I had little time together, and our sexual life wasn't that exciting. My weekends were usually lonely as he would spend his time in bars and pubs, getting drunk with his friends.
Our growing frustration was leading him to start trivial arguments, although most of the time, after he finally finished work he was still glued to his laptop, browsing or watching some silly videos on YouTube. At least, that was my impression initially. But I always had a lingering sense of unease about his late-night browsing. The more I ignored it the more the question nagged at me, until finally curiosity took over and I couldn't resist finding out more.
Discovering My Husband's Kink
It didn't take time for me to find out what he was indulging in. One Saturday morning I made a wild guess of his laptop password and bingo! It worked. He normally wakes up by noon on weekends, and the previous night he was in an inebriated condition, so I knew he wouldn't sober up until lunchtime. I had plenty of time to browse his private data and also get a peek into his perversions.
There were loads of MILF videos and mature voyeur secret cams, with women in their forties and fifties stripping or making love to much younger men. The innumerable collection of voluptuous, curvy, large, and big beautiful women enraged me. Their curves were unbelievable and all the porn stars were hourglass figures. I felt betrayed and knowing his sexual preference disappointed me. I was just two years younger than him, but it seemed he loved older women 15 or 20 years older than his current age.
My curiosity knew no bounds and I began searching his Facebook account which he had forgotten to log out from. The wall was filled with silly posts, but I quickly got into Messenger to see if he was flirting with someone. And it turned out he was indeed flirting - with an old woman by the name Maxine Vine from the United Kingdom. She was 46 and was curvaceous, with thick fleshy thighs, and blessed with big boobs. There were several pictures of her in various outfits like gowns.
I kept scrolling down and there were tons of pictures of Maxine Vine. Photos of her in skirts, shorts, tank-tops, bikinis. Pics of her hiking with her gown pulled aside, exposing her red panties. Upskirt exposures, and even nude photos. The chat history seemed infinite. I had to admit, she was attractive and further photos showed she had tattoos on her belly, hips, and shoulders. I found that my dear husband had a folder on his computer dedicated to photos of her; he'd named it 'vintage beauty.'
Maxine Vine mesmerized my hubby by upskirt exposures and various. But more than the pictures themselves, it was her slutty expression and overall horny demeanor that enticed my man. In some pictures she was lying on her front, showing off her big ass and giving a rear view of her cunt.
Discovering my husband's online girlfriend was a real knock to my self-esteem and it was distressing to find a foreign slut flirting with my husband. Although hurt, I was still randomly scrolling the chat history reading the amazing adjectives that he flattered her with. I realized that my physical traits were no less than Maxine Vine; except for her complexion. My hubby would once have done anything to touch my curvy hips and caress my big bottom. He would suckle my boobs and vigorously thrust his hard cock in my wet vagina. He even loved to lick the sweet juice oozing out of me. I felt it was Maxine's fair complexion that made all the difference: it almost seemed like the idea of fair skin as being most desirable had penetrated the subconscious minds of Indian men in general, and my husband was not immune.
Spurred to Seduction
I had two options. I could either whine about what he'd done, or I could redeem myself and remind him how desirable I am. It was unimaginable for me to settle for being second best. And as I kept reading the chat history, out of nowhere, I stumbled upon an incredible revelation. For a moment I become dizzy, tears of joy making the screen blur. He was describing my body and telling Maxine how much he loved it. He desired to transform me into Maxine Vine - bold, beautiful, and slutty. My husband revealed an exhibitionist fantasy where he derived pleasure by exposing my naked body to other people for their voyeuristic thrill. This was something he'd never discussed with me, or even hinted at.
This priceless information was enthralling but I had mixed feelings about it. What if he'd already been sharing my nude pics or recorded secret videos? I looked everywhere and there was no conclusive evidence.
