Disclaimer:
This work of fiction will most likely be long, 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. This part of the story will be from Paul's point of view and his struggle in making the decision.
Paul's POV:
I couldn't believe the words uttered by my loving wife yesterday, how could it be possible. Never once in the marriage has, she ever looked at another man in a sexual way, she always was a loving wife, and completely devoted to me. I also returned the same to her. I always put her first above everything in my life except for my son, and in fact any fight that we did have is over his upbringing. Still, what could she possibly see in this guy that makes her say these things to me?
She did mention that he was white, and the most attractive man she ever saw in her life. Although I am in very good shape and take care of myself, I am not going to delude myself into thinking there aren't better looking guys than me, but still even so, she loved me and never entertained any man at all, no male friends, no celebrity hall passes, and no "Oh he's hot," was ever mentioned in front of me. If she could have slept with another dude, she would have already done it. Everywhere we go, I see men straight up undressing her with their eyes, they never tried talking to her in front of me of course.
The fact that this guy is white is really starting to bother me, why did she emphasize it when she told me? If she could, she would have her pick of the best white guys already, yet she came home and asked me permission to sleep with this particular one. In college she did have a preference for white bois, she admitted after that little incident with the Indian guy she rejected. I always wrote this off, as her being attracted to white bois is because all the Indian guys there were pudgy, short, and nerdy looking. I felt that I was the one to defy this stereotype in her mind, and her attraction to white guys was just a lack of qualified options from the pool of Indian guys she saw.
Was this white guy that attractive to her to the point, she just couldn't resist? Or is it the fact that I was just a stand in for her, until she thought she can get with a white guy that went beyond her expectation. This thought terrified me to the core. Did she really love me? Was I just a fool and fell for her beautiful smile and eyes, and her loving motherly nature. This white boi already had his dick stroked by my beautiful wife; God damn it! it makes me so angry; a white boi had his dick felt up by my wife! Fuck this hurt my ego so much, I felt like punching the wall.
Then my insecurities began to kick in, was his dick bigger than mine? There is a low chance it was, since I already felt like my dick was bigger than most anyways. Still there is always a possibility, then my imagination began to conjure up an image of my beautiful wife stroking a big white cock, and I immediately felt my dick rise to attention to this thought. Try as I might I couldn't stop these erotic images from playing in my head. I couldn't let my wife see my hardening erection so I quickly ran to the bathroom. As I reached the bathroom, I saw my wife open the door to the toilet to step out, I immediately hid my erection with my right hand.
"Paul, are you alright, why are you grabbing your dick."
"It's nothing Ambika, I really need to really pee, so please can you leave the master bathroom now, I might also need to take a shit."
"Sure sweetie."
I immediately sat down on the toilet, and my dick was trying to burst out of my underwear. I released it and it stood taller than ever before; the images were still playing in my head. My dick was twitching with excitement. I tried my best to not think hoping my erection would die down, but there it stood like a stone pillar waiting to be stroked. After 5 minutes I relented to my arousal and started masturbating, the images started to become more vivid.
I intensely imagined her sucking on this mysterious white boi's big white cock, her stroking his shaft and bobbing her head slowly up and down on his dick. The thought nearly made me cum, I held back as to not end this prematurely, I then imagined her getting fucked by him, all the dirty things they would be saying to each other. My dick hasn't gotten this excited in a long time, the vivid images of her getting pounded in doggy style by this mysterious white stranger sent me to the moon. I felt my load quickly coming through my shaft and immediately I grabbed my dick and pointed it toward the inside of the bowl so that my seed would not hit the walls, tiles, or the door. I started to shoot ropes of cum into the bowl, rope after rope penetrated the water. God, it felt amazing, I came more than usual, and I was left drained.
A few minutes after the release I immediately flushed the toilet and washed my hands, a feeling of disgust, shame and sadness filled me. I was feeling the full effect of post nut clarity, trying to shake this feeling off I immediately left the bathroom and got something to eat and drink. The feeling wore off after some time and the images of her and the mystery white boi returned. This time I was neither aroused, nor did I feel sad, or disgusted, if anything I felt at peace imagining them fucking.
Maybe she could sleep with this guy and still be a loving wife to me. It could really spice up of sex life, where I would be yearning for her after she fucked her lover. Then my rational brain started to kick in, there is a good possibility she might get drunk on the sex which could lead to pregnancy. What if she decided to keep it? The thought really disturbed me and I quit thinking about her and the white boi and focused my mind elsewhere.
I decided I need to think this thoroughly, so as to make the best decision. I avoided interacting with Ambika throughout the day, and distanced myself from her as best as I could. She tried asking me if it was about her confession, and I told her the truth about me trying to analyze the outcomes, and that I needed some space during this time. The next day I masturbated just like yesterday, but this time I imagined her getting pregnant by this white boi, and seeing her pregnant belly. This got me super excited and aroused and I blew my load into the toilet like before.
The post nut clarity hit me again and I felt humiliation, disgust, and sadness at the thought of her holding her hypothetical half white baby in her arms. What would my parents say, what would my son say, what about the rest of the world say. These feelings only lingered around for a few minutes and then passed away. I then felt at peace if this were to transpire. I would love my wife still, even if she got pregnant with this white boi and decided to keep it. I would endure anything from anyone for her, the only problem was my son, he wouldn't take it well. Eventually I rationalized time will heal all wounds and that he and Ambika would reconcile eventually, after all they are mother and son.
There was only one other major outcome left for me to accept or reject, and that was the most frightening one, she leaves me. The thought of her falling in love with him and leaving me to be with him made me feel angry, defeated, and depressed. I couldn't shake these feelings off me no matter how much time passed. I just couldn't make peace with this outcome. Ambika alongside Ravi were my world, just losing one of them would be devastating for me. I was depressed for a few days, both my son and wife were concerned about me, I told them I would return to my normal self in a couple of days.
The thought of her leaving me for him made me so sacred and depressed eventually I started having dreams about her and this mystery white boi. This time they weren't fucking but cuddling instead, they were saying I love you to each other, and passionately kissing each other like two people in love for the first time. This dream did not spur my feelings nor did it pacify them. I kept having these dreams until I got used to her being with him in my head. Them loving each other and getting married one day, did not disturb me like it used to. Instead, I almost felt numb to it now, the feeling of sadness and loss were still there but I could take it much better this time.
Eventually I came to the conclusion of letting my wife sleep with this white boi, even if the worst outcome were to come, as long as she's happy and cared for I would eventually make peace with that someday. I decided to finally tell my answer to Ambika this night. We were both ready to go to bed, before she laid down, I hugged her which she took it as a sign that I was ok for the past few days.
"Paul I'm glad you're ok, forget about my stupid request, you're enough for me Paul. Seeing you depressed was my wake-up call, I missed having you in my arms. "
"Thank you Ambika but you never asked me what decision I took."
"Whatever you decide Paul, I will be happy as long as I am with you, everything will work out just fine in the end."
"Ambika you can sleep with this white boi, I thought long and hard about it, and analyzed all the outcomes, and in the end I love you no matter what happens."
"Not my pride, not my happiness, and not how the world views me, you being happy and not regretting anything is what matters most to me."
"Oh Paul!, you didn't have to you know, you could have told me no and I won't hold anything against you, I would be the same loving wife as I was before."
"It's ok Ambika, I masturbated to the thought of you fucking him and it really turned me on, I came so much thinking about you getting fucked by a big white cock."
Immediately she hugged me and started passionately kissing me I returned her kisses with equal intensity and desire, then she released me to speak.
"My God Paul, when you said that I felt so happy and horny at the same time!"
"Ambika its more than that, I imagined all major outcomes of this playing out and I accepted every outcome."
"I imagined you getting pregnant by him and seeing you with his baby, I felt turned on and happy at the same time to the thought of that. I don't care what anyone else thinks Ambika, I will stand by you no matter."
"Paul, you would really accept me if I got pregnant by that white boi and I decided to keep the baby!??"
"Yes Ambika, I made peace with it if it were to happen, nothing can stop me from loving you, I would love and take care of the baby as if it were my own."
Tears were coming out of her eyes now and running down her cheeks, I quickly wiped them away, and pulled her in a deep embrace.
"Mama don't cry, you along with Ravi are my world and I would give you anything you wanted as long as it's possible for me to give, my pride is yours to slay and step on."
"Paul, many men that love their wives would be quick to divorce them if they were to know their wives were involved in an affair."
"You went above and beyond in loving me that you're ready to accept me even if it means that you will be raising another man's offspring with your wife, and a white man's offspring at that as well!"
"Ambika I won't think of the baby as another man's but as your baby."
She smiled when I mentioned this.
"Thats not all Ambika, the final outcome and the hardest one for me to swallow, the one that made me depressed couldn't stop me from saying no to you."
"What's that Paul? very few men would accept a baby by another man that their wife slept with, what could be worse than that sweetie?"
"The outcome of you falling in love with this white boi and leaving me Ambika, I still feel a little sad about it, but if it comes down to that, my love for you won't go away."
"My door will always be open for you Ambika, even if you leave me for this guy."
"I won't get with anyone else but you Ambika, I won't resent you for leaving me, you can always come back to me if things don't work out between you and him."
Ambika buried her head into my chest and started to quietly sob, I held her head gently until she raised her head and made eye contact with me for about 20 seconds.
"Paul I always considered you being the perfect husband, but now I don't have the words to praise you, you went above and beyond my expectations to the point I am at a loss for words."
"Letting me sleep with him after you thought all this through, it must have been really difficult for you, and knowing that you have love for me in all these outcomes makes me really proud to be your wife."
"I would do anything for you Ambika, whether that be a need or a want from you, you're my Goddess and the one I worship."
With that she kissed me deeply and we started undressing. I quickly started sucking on her beautiful nipples. She started moaning in response, and lovingly held my head and repeatedly kissed it. We then quickly got into the missionary position, and I started pounding her pussy.
We weren't vocal as we usually are, but this time I felt a stronger connection to her than before. We didn't change positions as my orgasm came quickly."
"Mama I'm about to cum!"
"Cum in me sweetie!"
I didn't last long like I usually do, most likely because of the conversation earlier.
"Thanks sweetie for giving me the biggest offering yet."
"I decided to save up and offer you my biggest load today to make it up for the past few days."
