Disclaimer:
This work of fiction will most likely be long, this is just part 1, so if that's not what you want and just want to quickly get to the sex in the story then please find another story. This story will contain themes of interracial sex, voyeurism, infidelity, raceplay, light cuckolding, and maybe some romance, so if that's not what you want, please find something else. All individuals who participate in any sexual acts in this story are all over the age of 18.
Ambika POV:
My name is Ambika I am an Indian woman or specifically a Tamil woman, that is of 42 years of age. I am also married to my loving husband who also is Tamil his name is Paul, and together we have a 19 year old son whose name Ravi that we both adore and love so much. My husband and I are both 1st generation immigrants that came to the United States when we were small children brought by our parents for a better life. Although me and my husband are both Tamil Indians we do not share the same religion, me and my parents are traditional Hindus and my husband's family are Christians, hence why his name is Paul, my husband although would be considered an semi agnostic Christian, he doubted his religion and had developed a more liberal approach in his faith.
Currently I am in a predicament that could seriously harm my marriage to my sweet husband, I keep having these dreams that keep repeating everyday, that seem to be a message from the Hindu gods to me, but the nature of the dreams do not make sense to me at all within the doctrine of Hinduism. These dreams are erotic and shake the foundations of my faith.
In my university days when I was in my early twenties, I found my self attracted to white men but not the average white man, they had yo be tall, good looking, chiseled, gym rats you see on social media. I wanted to lose my virginity to that type of white guy, but to my disappointment all the white boys in my class were nerdy, and at the gym only a few of them were at all attractive. The attractive ones already had girlfriend's and didn't seem interested enough to approach me, although they would always gaze at me from afar.
Indian males were not even in consideration for bedding until I saw the man that would later on be my husband at the gym. My Goddess what an anomaly of a desi man, there before my eyes was an attractive tall Indian guy that was working out. The sight intrigued me so I fixed my eyes on him for some time, he was muscular as well as being very lean, my Goddess that jawline could cut through steel. He also had short spiked up hair and was clean shaven with just a light stubble on the chin. Satisfied with my observation I decided I would approach him to test the waters a bit. He was doing some hammer curls as I walked towards him thinking how I can hint my interest in him. I got it.
"Um hi there, I was wondering if you could help me do some squats, maybe offer some advice on the form and volume?"
He had a slightly surprised look when I asked him this, then smiled.
"Sure, are you looking for a spotter?"
"Yeah and id figured you'd be perfect."
"Uh I don't know what to say thanks?"
"Now lets see your form."
I performed some squats, with him giving me tips on the posture and form. After the workout I asked what his name was and gave him mine.
"Your name is Paul, I'm guessing you're Christian?"
"Yeah that's right but I'm more of a semi agnostic Christian, I know that sounds weird but basically sometimes I believe in god, sometimes I don't, and I don't follow the bible word for word."
"That's interesting"
I then asked him if he visits the gym regularly, and he told me only on Friday evenings, which gave me all the info I needed at the moment. Eventually me and him would meet on Fridays at the gym for a month during this time I learnt about him being Tamil, which then prompted me to ask for his number, then he revealed to me his age, he was also like me in his early twenties 23 to be specific just a year older than me. Then things quickly evolved into a relationship that I kept discreet from my parents. Besides being good looking, he was kind and fun to be around he didn't mind my religion although he said his parents wouldn't approve I told him likewise. We decided to break the news to our parents once we graduated and got our jobs.
I knew that in both Christian and Hindu marriage ideals were that both partners should be virgins, but I felt that we were waiting for the inevitable so I decided to talk him into having sex in his dorm. However he politely refused and told me that he wanted to wait until we got married. I was perplexed and asked why? He just responded with
"You're more than just a sexual outlet for me, and I want you to feel special."
"I don't get it what are you implying Paul?
" I had sex before with 3 girls and they were nothing to me, we were not in any relationship when we were fucking and it was more of a friends with benefits type of situation."
"Ambika you're different I absolutely adore and love you, I don't want to see you in the same light the other girls and that's why I think its best we wait until marriage."
"So you're not a virgin, that explains the semi agnostic in you." I asked.
" Ambika look I'm sorry, I know you being a virgin, that would kind of hurt but that's the truth, and that's why I want you to feel special, that's why I bought you all the things that I did, I never done that for anyone else but you"
" Thanks Paul I guess that makes me feel better" I said sarcastically.
"The three girls you slept with were any of them white?"
"Yes one of them was white, I know you explained your past but for me at the time before meeting you, pussy was pussy I didn't care as long as I got laid babe, the other 2 were a black woman and a Mexican woman incase you wanted to know."
"Well Paul its good to know at least you're not a white woman chaser like all the other Indian males that try to hit up those stuck up white bitches, you actually included women of color" I laughed and kissed my man.
"You're not mad Ambika? I thought me not being a virgin, and you one, would kind of make you salty."
"Oh I am salty Paul but ill get over it, besides I was looking to loosing my virginity as well, but the candidates didn't qualify until I met you." I laughed and hugged him tightly comforting him of any fear that he had of our future together.
"I am curious Paul out of the 3 which one was the best lay?, got to prepare to meet your expectations when we do get married."
" Well when it comes to PIV sex it was the Mexican mom, but the black woman gave the better blowjob and the white one kind of just laid there and took it."
"Wait you fucked a Mexican mom?, wait how did this happen?
" Well Ambika every guy has some milf fetish but for me that was THE FETISH, the thought of fucking someone's mom just makes my dick hard plus the mom bods are just so fucking hot! so I just opened a dating app and filtered for single moms"
"Wait you like mom bods? usually guys want the slim type that have big boobs and big ass"
" You're right guys in general want that but for me I don't really find bony features like collar bones and rib on a women attractive, I like them soft everywhere, yes I also prefer a slight belly on a woman and I do not mean rolls."
"You naughty boy, is that why you keep buying me food?"
"Well no actually but when I make you a mommy I know you will have the perfect body."
"Oh Paul I can't wait for that day when you make me a mother!"
"Ambika can I ask you something?'
"Yes what is it babe?"
"Promise you won't get mad."
"How can I promise you that, you could ask me to let you sleep with another woman for all I know, so just say it if its something bad, I will get angry but be honest no matter what Paul!"
"Woah I would never ask that from you ever in my life you're the only woman for me from now on my horndog days are over where I need to sample different women, its just that since the conversation turned into mom/motherhood and all that I have a kink that I want to satisfy with the woman I love, and my future wife."
"Oh is that all Paul! ill do anything then just ask of me baby, my pussy is dripping right now just anticipating what you're gonna ask.
"Ambika when we are in private and intimate with each other can I call you mama?"
I was stunned not because I was weirded out or anything, but the sheer kinkiness of my boyfriend delighted me, I knew I was gonna have an amazing sex life with him.
"Ambika I know that's a bit weird but it really turns me on calling you mama, I'm sorry if that shocked you."
Without a second thought I grabbed his head with both my hands and planted his head between my tits firmly. He looked at me a bit surprised but still resting his head between my breasts.
"Baby do you want mama's milkies?"
A huge smile crept on his face and he replied "yes mama."
With that I kissed his forehead hugged him tightly, then I pulled down my shirt and bra and he started sucking my nipple softly.
"Mama I know I said we should wait for marriage for sex but can we do everything else but penis in vagina."
"Of course sweetie mama wants you really badly in her mouth."
With that he unzipped his pants and when he pulled his dick out I was shocked.
"HOLY FUCK! Paul you're huge!!!!!"
"Hope you're not scared mama it would be a shame if you can't handle it after we get married"
"Oh getting cocky are we now baby, ill let you know a woman's vagina can accommodate any man's dick, its up to you to properly use a big one."
I grabbed his big brown dick, and I could barely touch my thumb and index finger.
"Nice! you're thick and have great length you definitely have a porn dick, wait hold on ill be right back sweetie!"
I came back in the room with a ruler and smiled.
"I want to see how my man stacks up against the others, is that alright with you sweetie?"
"Sure mama go ahead."
I measured him and it came out to be 8 inches of cock in length, I took my phone out and went to a website to input the measurement.
"Nice baby, You're in the 99.56 percentile, out of a 1000 men in a room only 4 would be longer than you statistically.
